*sigh* why do some people have cats ?

rh71

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They're so independent that they can roam outside for a whole day and the owners wouldn't care. I just witnessed my 80+ year old neighbor smack her cat with a newspaper to try to get it to get up and [presumably] go back into the house. That didn't work so she kicked it. It got up and just ran across the street under someone else's car. (Yes I know it's her cat)

WTF ??? These are supposed to be your pets. Obviously she doesn't care for it nor does it serve any purpose if it's outside all the time anyway.
 

Ryan

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What does a cat staying outside have to do with how much one cares for their cat? I had a cat for 12 years that went outside all the time. If he wanted to come inside, he'd wait by the door, and stayed where he wanted (sometimes for long periods outside and long periods inside). Usually slept with me too.
 

rh71

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lol, if she was some loser who had nothing to do all day but beat on her cat, yeah the SPCA call would be deserved. But this was the 1st time I've seen her do that and they're typically nice ladies. I'm just wondering why some people have cats... they're just outside all the time anyway... do you guys really care for it ? Or only if they go missing a few days ?
 

hemiram

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Mine was great for catching/eating bugs of all kinds. All we had to do was see a fly in the house, and say, "Orville! Bug!" and here he would come, eyes all dialated, looking for his latest snack. He would go over by the sliding door or back door and wait, he knew sonner or later, it would fly into the door, and when it did, CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH, and it was gone. We were fixing the faucet in the kitchen once and we were going in and out and about 10 flies got into the house. He was so excited, I thought he was going to have a stroke or something. He got a workout that day!
 

Zysoclaplem

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I had a cat named Pinky (see sig) and he loved to go outside. He would just sit in the grass, and hunt lizards all day, and come inside at night. Often times, I would pull up to the house in my car and see him hiding from me in the grass, like a little hunter.
I never had the heart to tell him he was a pure white cat in a sea of short green grass. It would have broken his kitty heart.