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Assuming that your feline friend is named Deetoo, do you also have an Aretoo?
Peter
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I know what you mean about your cat riding on your shoulder.
When I was living on an uncle's farm (8 to 14) I had a cat who followed me every where. Being a dairy farm, i had chores to be taken care of every afternoon after school. One of those chores was, at milking time, to go into the hay mow and throw hay down into the lower barn where the cows were to be fed. As i approached the barn, my cat would run ahead of me and scamper up the ladder into the mow. As i climbed up, she would drop down onto my shoulder where she stayed, purring up a storm, until i climbed back down to the barn floor.
One day, she did not appear, nor for several days after. we suspected foxes had gotten her. A week or so later, our drinking water started tasting funny. Or not really funny, but tasted horrible with a rotten smell. We investigated the dug well and there was my poor cat. We never did figure out how she was able to fall in that well. It was well protected from just such accident.
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When I was living on an uncle's farm (8 to 14) I had a cat who followed me every where. Being a dairy farm, i had chores to be taken care of every afternoon after school. One of those chores was, at milking time, to go into the hay mow and throw hay down into the lower barn where the cows were to be fed. As i approached the barn, my cat would run ahead of me and scamper up the ladder into the mow. As i climbed up, she would drop down onto my shoulder where she stayed, purring up a storm, until i climbed back down to the barn floor.
One day, she did not appear, nor for several days after. we suspected foxes had gotten her. A week or so later, our drinking water started tasting funny. Or not really funny, but tasted horrible with a rotten smell. We investigated the dug well and there was my poor cat. We never did figure out how she was able to fall in that well. It was well protected from just such accident.
Tinker
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Yes, this cat follows me everywhere too. She wants to have me in sight at all times. The trying to jump on my shoulder can get really painful too. One time when I was leaning over the sink shirtless and brushing my teeth, she jumped on my back and then slid off while trying to hold her position with her claws. The same thing happened again recently while I was sitting shirtless. Both times involved great bouts of agony and screaming.
I'm not sure if farm life conditions one to be able to accept death a little more easily, but I know I'll be devastated if I'm still here and I lose this cat.
On the farm, we never named an animal that was being raised for slaughter (meaning meant for future table fare.)
I have had six dogs in my lifetime and two cats. Both cats fell into wells (different wells but just as wet and deep) I have never lost any of my pets but what i did not grieve for a time. My last dog (the one in the above story) used to lie in front of the kitchen door when we would leave the house. When we would come home and opened the door, she would be lying with her front feet in position so the arc of the opening door would just miss hitting her by no more than one inch. She has been gone for nearly three years now and i still find myself being very careful whenever I open that door. With every one of my dogs, there was always some little habit they had that would take a long time for me to realize that habit was no longer happening. Farm or not, one still misses and grieves for their lost pets.
If you are worried about the grief, you should prepare yourself mentally for the loss as your pet grows older.
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I have had six dogs in my lifetime and two cats. Both cats fell into wells (different wells but just as wet and deep) I have never lost any of my pets but what i did not grieve for a time. My last dog (the one in the above story) used to lie in front of the kitchen door when we would leave the house. When we would come home and opened the door, she would be lying with her front feet in position so the arc of the opening door would just miss hitting her by no more than one inch. She has been gone for nearly three years now and i still find myself being very careful whenever I open that door. With every one of my dogs, there was always some little habit they had that would take a long time for me to realize that habit was no longer happening. Farm or not, one still misses and grieves for their lost pets.
If you are worried about the grief, you should prepare yourself mentally for the loss as your pet grows older.
Tinker
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Tinker said:
Not even names like "Hamburger" or "Steak"?
when i was in HS, I had both a cat and a dog for a pet. Strangers (or friends unaccustomed to witnessing the action) would often become quite concerned when first witnessing the two playing together. The dog would be snarling, groweling and showing her teeth as she would batter the cat around the yard. The cat would be squeeling, snarling, groweling and swatting at the dogs face as if she were trying to tear the dog apart. The dog never bit, nor did the cat ever tear with her claws. They would roll around making one horrible display of aggression and general meanness, but never a scratch, bite or tear. Eventually, I think as the two began to tire, the dog would grab the cat by the nape (loose skin at back of neck) and start running back and forth across the yard carrying a very relaxed cat. I think the two knew when we had company that they were to become the point of attention as opposed t point of contention. Once their sharade had run its course, the two would lie down in a corner, more or less out of sight and lie down, the cat with her head nestled very comfortably on top of the dogs neck. (The cat was the second cat to fall into well >>> previous post) The dog really grieved when the cat disappeared.
Tinker
Tinker
Luv that pic, Upscale. I got a good chuckle over it. Unfortunately, I never took pics of my dog & cat sleeping together. On the farm, we had a cat (not my cat who rode my shoulders) that would lie on top of a cow when the cow was lying down. There was only one particular cow that he would do that with. It is amazing how often different animals will develope special relationships with unrelated species.
I have many more stories about animal friendships, but I think I should not stretch things here.
Tinker
I have many more stories about animal friendships, but I think I should not stretch things here.
Tinker
