
This is why dogs are the best, case closed. If this had happened with two cats, the one on the patio would just sit there, its sociopathic nature on full display, while the other one drowned. I strongly recommend just skipping to the 3 minute mark.
This is why dogs are the best, case closed. If this had happened with two cats, the one on the patio would just sit there, its sociopathic nature on full display, while the other one drowned. I strongly recommend just skipping to the 3 minute mark.
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This is exactly what I’m talking about.
What a good boy!
The canine beasties are the best beasties. But I will say I have a friend who’s adopted several cats over the years and they all morph into dogs. I don’t know how he does it. They come up to you upon entering, they hop into your lap, they lick your face with their sandpaper-y tongues. I wonder if cats learn from each other. Maybe his first cat almost 30 years ago was dog-like, then he got a second and she learned the older cat’s ways, and so on down the line, never more than two cats at a time but overlapping. Most cats I’ve ever met aren’t socialized at all, and some of them are like urban myths, they supposedly exist but I’ve never seen them.
Always two there are, no more, no less. A master and an apprentice.
I was at a very intimate dinner party once and one of the guests said that she took in a roaming neighborhood cat that seemed to be in distress. About a week later the cat gave birth to six kittens. She had no experience with any pets. “So now I’m a crazy cat lady with seven cats and I’m hoping to rehome them ASAP.” I said, “Seven cats does seem to be a lot…” The hostess, one of the funniest people I know, said, “Or it could be just the beginning!”
My Samantha is an evil witch to anyone who isn’t me or Other-Husband… but The Noodle is basically a puppy in huge cat form. He’s 22 pounds of furry, good-natured floppiness. When my mom came over yesterday, he decided he liked her after a few minutes and sat between her feet for the rest of the visit.
Holy shit! That was horribly stressful – I’m glad big boy got the poor thing out.
I’m not crying, you’re crying!
What good doggos!!!!