Like all cats, I enjoy warm weather. I’m also pretty good at keeping myself cool but, in a heat wave, I could do with a little extra help from you.
Who mourns the passing of the Smilodon? He was another feisty carnivore lost when people began to take over the world
Smilodon became extinct around 10,000 BCE, when so many other large herbivorous and carnivorous mammals went under the axe.
Now here’s a fact for you. All the domestic cats you know today have a common ancestor – and that ancestor still runs free across the savannah which is a lot more than you can say for the human ancestor.
I’ve said it before. People are weird.
For example, the woman-who-feeds-me displays annoyance when I follow her into the toilet. What’s the problem here? I only want to make sure she’s OK, you never know what predators are lurking about with their savage eyes on litterboxes. Survival and safety take priority over privacy any day.
Some boffins have come up with scientific evidence that cats are, wait for it …. nice. A university study concluded that cats like interacting with humans more than they like eating food.
Let that sink in: “more than food”. Wrong! I don’t like anybody more than food.
I’ve been a Bird Watcher all my life. I could call myself an ornithologist but I have so many scientific credits to my name that it seems somehow superfluous to list all of them. So, I say merely ‘Bird Watcher’. I like to stare at them.
It’s all I can do really. Watch. I can’t get up close and personal as they don’t fly into my shady outdoor room, but wing their way past it in the morning and at the end of the day.
It’s the pits, isn’t it. All this fuss about spending money on pointless gifts and fancy food you don’t need. The best Christmas present ever is from Really Wild Gifts and with the click of a mouse you help animals in need around the world.
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“Should a cat drink?” You may think this an unnecessary question. You may think this a remarkably irrelevant and redundant question. But it’s of deep significance to the cats of the world. At least it is to me.
It all started when I noticed an advertisement for wine for cats. Yes, wine for cats.
Yesterday was International Cat Day, just another day for me and for most moggies around and about, but today is for our big cousins, lions.
August 10th is a day for people to come together from across the world to pay tribute to the mighty lion in as many ways as possible. The woman who feeds me visits the lions at Melbourne Zoo on a regular basis but I feel no jealousy whatsoever. I know that a lion can’t possess my winning ways and, besides, it couldn’t fit on her lap.
What did I do on International Cat Day? Why do you ask?
I did what any self respecting cat would do, I ran a Time and Motion study on the woman-who-feeds-me, noted the usual failings in the quality of food provision and the lamentable tardiness in the litter-changing duties. Same same. Why do I bother?