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Mavis · Joined: 22 Oct 2007 Posts: 74

There are cat foods designed to lower the stick factor -- I believe Science Diet is one brand.

My problem is that my dog loves what the cat leaves in the litter box -- we call them poopsicles! I have to fence off the litter box from the dog; cats jump over the fence, which probably is good exercise although some day they may decide they don't feel like going to that much trouble any more.

.45chel · Joined: 26 Oct 2007 Posts: 2859 Location: Chambersburg

Poopsicles Laughing

Much better than what I say to my dogs Laughing

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Dave · Joined: 22 Oct 2007 Posts: 162

Disgusting dogs! Recycling at its best?

AnonyMouse · Joined: 22 Oct 2007 Posts: 453

A friend was just telling me a story about their dog eating the clumping cat litter then having lots of difficulty pooping because it clumps inside the dog! He wimpers and yelps, but doesn't learn. I guess the cause and effect are too far separated. Disgusting dogs is right!

Dave · Joined: 22 Oct 2007 Posts: 162

Speaking of disgusting.

I have this cat that is about 15 years old. He looks & smells like he has been through the Pet Cemetary cycle at least 5 times.

.45chel · Joined: 26 Oct 2007 Posts: 2859 Location: Chambersburg

.45chel · Joined: 26 Oct 2007 Posts: 2859 Location: Chambersburg

My nasal passages have been saved!!

I decided to try one of the "indoor cat formulas" in dry food and I guess I got lucky. First time was a charm!

Of course, now the other two (especially the male) have taken to licking her derriere. They really go all out, too! Our male really gets in there and she starts shivering and his head about disappears...Um, to say it's gross is an understatement.

And the male has apparently started to believe my name calling as he has taken to laying in one of the uncovered litter boxes (used, mind you!)

And when I said Girl-cat was a sweetheart before? Well, she still is...unless you try to move her or tell her "No!" Then she turns into a bump on a log, hunkers down, refuses to move and glares out you. No hissing, no growling, no claws, just a "How dare you." stare.

At least they have personality...right?! Sad

Oh well,

Thanks bunches!!
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lynnosler · Joined: 08 Dec 2007 Posts: 15 Location: Chambersburg, PA

Maggie · Joined: 28 Dec 2007 Posts: 79

If you're looking for someone to help with strays: Bella Luna is the local organization to help with spaying and neuering. Madeline Rock 261-0115 is in charge of it. They'll loan you their cages and sell you vouchers for 25.00-35.00 to have the strays neutered, checked for illnesses and given their first shots. This is not a fly by night organization and it's not an org you call to come clear up your "cat problem". They help you to take care of any strays or colonies in your neighborhood. If you call the Humane Society they will have the cats put to sleep.

We had some strays we were feeding and decided that it was time to stop the breeding, we called Bella Luna and caught 4 out of 5 of the cats. Now they're fixed and living in our back yard. We feed them and know that we aren't going to see another litter of 4 or 5 next year. Just a chance to plug a little known but very wothwhile organization in the area. Bella Luna provides a service that the Humane Society doesn't want to get involved with, although we do support both of them. Again, Madeline Rock of Bella Luna 261-0115.

springhill · Joined: 09 Dec 2007 Posts: 177

i agree. i have shot both kinds and there's no real difference.

springhill · Joined: 09 Dec 2007 Posts: 177

cats are good.

springhill · Joined: 09 Dec 2007 Posts: 177

feral cats should be trapped and sent to china for food.

springhill · Joined: 09 Dec 2007 Posts: 177

tame cats should just be sent to china.

.45chel · Joined: 26 Oct 2007 Posts: 2859 Location: Chambersburg

Honestly, Springhill! You're such a troll!
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.45chel · Joined: 26 Oct 2007 Posts: 2859 Location: Chambersburg

The Integrity of Ugly

Everyone in the apartment complex that I that lived in knew who Ugly was.

Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type, except for the clumps of missing fur. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!"

All of the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around his feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly tried to befriend the neighbor‘s dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly hurt. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tired to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was lying, it was apparent that Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering, and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear.

I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat there and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked and beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

- Author Unknown
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