Cat tails waving like flags attract toddlers

Cat tails waving like flags attract toddlers
Cat tails waving like flags attract toddlers
Anonim

Having a cat is good. It purrs, it flatters, even when you can only grunt, it's a lovely and graceful sight, it's irresistibly funny - a shoelace and a cat can entertain the underage audience more than half a dozen electronic toys. The acrobatic specimens are usually performed on YouTube, running upside down or on two legs, hanging from a fan, attacking larger species (from St. Bernard to black bears).

Let me in! What kind of cat is it?
Let me in! What kind of cat is it?

Having a cat is good. You don't need to take him for a walk, he can be taught to clean his room, he doesn't get distracted by boredom on his own, and he can lie down like a couch cushion in the middle of the morning. You don't need to bathe or cut it (except for the human-bred versions), it also fits in the Hostagrét panel, and if you jump on the child (it doesn't usually anyway), you don't have to be afraid of broken bones either.

Having a cat is annoying. It also leaves hair on your dress, which has been waiting for the big occasion in nylon for two years, so that when you shake the hand of the British ambassador, you notice the snow-white threads on your elegant black evening dress. Even if you buy him an expensive scratching post, he is willing to train on the furniture and your favorite organ bush. Even if you empty its box several times a day (and bah, what an annoying activity that is), it still sometimes does its work in the flower box or in hidden corners, but I also knew a perverted specimen that secretly went into its owner's backpack until the smell led to a clue. Personally, I was lucky enough to have someone who polished my father's right shoe every night, as he left for work early in the morning, and then carefully scraped the sand from the chest. This cat was also sociable - if we left it alone, it would first depreciate the apartment, then it would complain about its loneliness all morning in the kitchen window opening onto the circular corridor, until I got home. One of our current cats is a shoe fanatic - he only falls for specimens that smell like feet, reverently inhaling hashish like some people further east from us smoke hashish. And the other one splashed the contents of the water bucket with pleasure when he was young - obviously he didn't read that cats don't like water.

Keeping a cat is safe. He doesn't bark at the neighborhood at night, he doesn't bite the postman (although he supposedly had one in the UK), he doesn't dig half-meter holes, he doesn't need special food, a leash, an aquarium, and it would be useless to send him to school because he can't be taught (although I've seen a cat act in the Capital City Circus).

Having a cat is dangerous. He flatters our mother-in-law and the MLM agent with impeccable sense, and then the next day he bites the neighbor or our boss who approaches by gossiping. He unmistakably spots the cat-hating and cat-hair-allergic guest - he sits on their lap and flatters them (when, in one such scene, the guest's father asked a small child what he was doing with a cat-hair allergy, his mother defended him: it's not Áron who cats, the cat Áronoz”).

If you're pregnant or raising a child under three and don't have a cat, I'd say don't get one. Toxoplasma is the least - it can be easily screened for those who have worked with animals, usually by then they are over it (although I have a veterinarian friend who, for example, has not castrated hundreds of cats over the years in vain), and it is rarely dangerous for adults and older children, anyway, fresh soil is enough for infection, or poorly washed vegetables. But the cat's tail waving like a flag attracts your little one's hand like a magnet. And a cornered cat can compete with a pack of starving pit bulls - teach the child to always leave him an escape route, it's better to catch him if an adult catches him if the cat doesn't want to.

Staying in a prohibited place
Staying in a prohibited place

If the cat was first, why not keep it. Hope that your little one will not be allergic to cat hair, keep him away from the baby (although scenes of jealousy and the sight of a cat sitting in the window with a sultry picture can cause a strong remorse, but still less than if you threw out or put the unfortunate person to sleep), because a a screaming baby can cause surprising reactions - I saw a cat that attacked when hearing the sound. However, when the child is older, they can be good friends - I would again refer to shoelaces, which in the company of a cat can be an occupation accompanied by loud laughter for hours on end for any child (be careful, playing on the back - for the cat, not for the child - can cause hand injuries that heal after eight days). The more tolerant specimens tolerate it when the child puts baby clothes on them, puts a Santa hat on their head, they can comfort the shriveled little one by purring, many of my elderly relatives reported that when they were children, they carried the four-legged animal to their bed as an oversized, cat-smelling stuffed animal, they didn't even have a real stuffed animal back then.

The latter is, of course, strictly forbidden here, the old, pious animals were last allowed to doze on the bed when I was a girl. At least when I'm staying in the room and not looking there. Because anyway, I've already pulled a cat out of a kitchen cupboard, a bed linen rack, an empty, in principle sealed paper box, a closed pantry and the neighbor's closed garage, while the owner swore there was no cat there. Real mystical creatures, they go in and out unnoticed, half of humanity "ssssiccccc you!" he sends them to hell with a roar (this almost became the title of the post anyway, I think one of his big ones wanted to steal something from the table), while there are relentless cat fans. For the latter, here's another link.

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