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This is Belvidere, hes 2 years old, likes long walks on the grass and knocking things off tables. He was given to me pre-declawed so he attacks with cotton swabs. He's a little over weight but very sensitive about it. Follows me around everywhere to the point that its impossible to not trip over him. and he enjoys the occasional bowl of catnip.:$

Belvidere following me to the bathroom
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Belvidere trying to claim my bed as his own.
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Belvidere successfully taking over my bed.
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BurnItDwn

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Your cat is not trying to claim territory. It's fairly obvious that he's been plotting to kill you, and is trying to execute his plans via tripping you so that you fall down and get knocked unconscious so that he can bite your face off.

Cats are vicious like that. Keep an eye on him, and don't show any signs of weakness.
 
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Your cat is not trying to claim territory. It's fairly obvious that he's been plotting to kill you, and is trying to execute his plans via tripping you so that you fall down and get knocked unconscious so that he can bite your face off.

Cats are vicious like that. Keep an eye on him, and don't show any signs of weakness.

like life of pi but pygmy?
 
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is that a chow? I had one growing up. Best dogs if properly trained as pups. they can be very protective of its owner. Mine was a family dog that just happened to bond very well with people it lived with. Apparently we lucked out as most chows prefer one person and don't like kids. She absolutely hated my dad though. I guess because he'd come by and take us away for the weekend.
 
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I just found his journal and hes missing.

"Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.. In an attempt to disgust them, I once
again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am . The audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe....... for now....
 

Meghan54

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is that a chow? I had one growing up. Best dogs if properly trained as pups. they can be very protective of its owner. Mine was a family dog that just happened to bond very well with people it lived with. Apparently we lucked out as most chows prefer one person and don't like kids. She absolutely hated my dad though. I guess because he'd come by and take us away for the weekend.


Yes, that's Jessica, our 12 year old Chow. Loves us....a complete baby with us. Strangers, on the other hand, get treated with suspicion on a good day, which is how I want it.

Jessica is "my" dog but is my wife's protector. When Debbie's in the house, Jessica positions herself in the doorway of whatever room Deb's in, ever alert even when appearing sleeping.

Oh, and Jessica thinks cats are God's gifts to her...she's never met a cat she didn't like. (Well, most cats, at least in her mind. There are some strange cats that she really dislikes, sometimes called raccoons, possums, and armadillos.) The cats, on the other hand, are of varying opinions on being "adopted" by a dog, sometimes quite different than Jessica's.