I like dogs, but just dont like their smell after they have been outside and heated up their sweat.
I have had cats since I was little, and I am away from home too long for dogs, but cats have litter boxes
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I like dogs, but just dont like their smell after they have been outside and heated up their sweat.
I have had cats since I was little, and I am away from home too long for dogs, but cats have litter boxes
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My two little hounds.... My ex-wife took them when we split up......
I really miss my Dogs
Lots of them in the animal shelters, you could pick another one up.
People who have dogs interact with their dogs. Play fetch, go for walks, and generally enjoy their company. Since cats are more independent and not particularly interested in their people, their people have much more time to spend on ECF. Dogs rule!
Well I guess I can pat myself on the back for being a cat person, but not having a cat picture. I'm a compulsive feral-kitten adopter, and having said that I might add that I can't get pictures of my cats to post anyhow- all I get when I try is a blur of color across a stationary background. I did own a rhodesian once though, so I just might be a hybrid pet owner.
Foolish humans. Cats grow weary of you and will soon rightfully assume their destiny and seize control of the Earth. Your days of glory dwindle.
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Well I started off with 7 dogs, which dwindled over time and were gradually replaced by 4 kids 
, and we have recently acquired some real aliens: one praying mantis (Ozymantis), one rainbow crab (Merlin), two Congolese black millipedes (Arthur and Tanya) and three giant African land snails (Poke-eye, Shelley and Slimeez) - all of which (apart from the obviously sensibly named Ozymantis) belong to and were named by the 4 kids.
Can't do cats. Thanks for this thread! ROFL
, and we have recently acquired some real aliens: one praying mantis (Ozymantis), one rainbow crab (Merlin), two Congolese black millipedes (Arthur and Tanya) and three giant African land snails (Poke-eye, Shelley and Slimeez) - all of which (apart from the obviously sensibly named Ozymantis) belong to and were named by the 4 kids.Can't do cats. Thanks for this thread! ROFL
I've got two dogs.
Some of you have probably seen this, but funny nonetheless:
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A dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
The cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.
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Some of you have probably seen this, but funny nonetheless:
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A dog's diary:
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!
The cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity... My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.
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Yes, I'm one of those crazy cat ladies with a cat avatar. How can you NOT like cats!???! But, I also have two stinky mutts outside that I like a lot too.
hattrick - thanks for posting that. I have seen it before but it still makes me laugh every time I read it.
Can there ever really be too many cat pics?
Your avi looks like an owl to me.
Whats better is having a dog that acts like a cat (kneading paws and everything), runs like a deer, and stands at attention like a rabbit. That mutt is my dear dog Carl. Aside from being a cat reincarnate, he will go ballistic if you even say cat. =D
But don't worry, I think all the cat enthusiasts were not born from vaping, but from trying to smoke catnip as a teen
But don't worry, I think all the cat enthusiasts were not born from vaping, but from trying to smoke catnip as a teen
LMAO!!!! Four cats own my Roommate and myself (3 her, 1 me). We would have Dogs but we are in an apartment. We've been vapeing for just over a month. The cats have been around for years. The furry ones aren't in my profile pic (I think) as I am enjoying some pics from Vermont more. Hope that helps!
There's room to like both. I just locked my 2 dogs out of the office because they are driving me ape... the two cats are in with me... chillin'...
Cats came into my life quite unexpectedly when I was around 23... someone asked me to "watch" their cat for a week and they never came back for it.
That cat was like a dog. She drank my beer. Jumped in bathtubs... barked at strangers.
One of the cats I have now is a lot like that. They can be cool.
One of my cats does not realize he is a cat. He fetches. He charges the door and me-yells at strangers. He sits on our feet. He lays on the bed on his back spread eagle...why ?...we don't know !
Both steer clear of the birds 'cause they are large parrots...those beaks hurt !
Both steer clear of the birds 'cause they are large parrots...those beaks hurt !
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