Why Do Cat People Look Different Than Dog People?

Oh, and they also each have 'outfits' for cutting the grass/ lawnwork/ gardening -different from the walking outfits, and the 'going shopping' outfits'! They live in 'perfectville'. Too much, lol.

no doubt that they make great servants, they are born to serve.

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Cat people like to claim their cats refuse to do tricks because they have a I'm-better-than-that attitude.

Have you ever considered that your cat is just way too stupid and doesn't have the intellect for it?

Why don't they use cat's for search and rescue?
For drug detection?
For hunting assistance?
For leading the blind?
For herding animals?
For elderly assistance?

Because they're numb.

Dogs rule!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they make great nwo slaves

That reminds me of the neighbors on that Chevy Chase movie "Christmas Vacation."

:dog face:

Yes! Maybe that's where they got it from...or vice versa!
Maybe this is how they maintain a sense of order in their lives- or maybe they're just messing with everyone- that would be a hoot!

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I know what you mean. Also, be weary of men who just have a cat, and not a dog. They are usually gay.

divided = conquered



Ruuuuffffffeowww

dog owners stink. no way you can hide dog ownership. doggys have a pungent odor that gets on the owners clothes and covers the home.

Actually, cats aren't "numb" as you suggest. They're very smart to let the dogs do the dirty work that is beneath them.

CAT TOSS!!!

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dogs can defend your property, cats cant defend your property.

Dogs are Great

So then they're lazy as well as stupid

No, they're better at supervising than doing the manual labor.

Some cats like Siamese cats can be pretty formidable- I think the Egyptians used them to guard the palaces.
As far as dogs go, not all make good defenders either.

wow! cat fights above!!LOL

Ive had both as a kid ...the cats were wwaayyy smarter than the dog. They are also the only animal that knows the "F" word.

I loved bill cosbys bit on the two: the dog he asked to get his paper, do this do that, and then hollors at the dog and the dog says "yes masta, what else can I do huh, huh"
One day he tells the cat to fetch the paper and the cat opens one eye half way and says "what! me? Get it yourself"

Does anyone have a copy of that email piece that is the cats diary?? It is roll on the floor good. The one that has entries like "Today I threw up a furball just to irritate them..." "Tuesday, today I left a cat toy on the stairs but 'They' are still alive" and so on.

It's because they are all sick as shit from the damn smell.

Describe this look and energy, please.

I'm going to guess they look sleepy and sluggish but please do describe how you see them.

Cat Shit stinks up the whole house. Cat shit smells worse than Dog shit. At least you can potty train dogs to go outside.

The question was "Why Do Cat People Look Different Than Dog People?" - NOT - "My Flippin' Cat/Dog is better than Your Flippin' Cat/Dog"

FFSs People - Is that all that We're good for anymore - Arguing just for Arguments sake ???

C'mon - Stick with the Premise. You're all better than this petty squabling...

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Let me tell you what I'm going through right now.

Ok first of all I have two tom cats. Usually no problem. One is older and one is a year old.

It's the "little one" that's knocking my socks off. He does his business in the litter but even so, the smell is so freaking bad it will wake me up at 4 in the morning.

So I have to fucking get up and clean the litter box because the smell is gagging me from across the hall, through the master bed room and into the master bath (just to give you a clue) So I scope it up and flush it down and spray the house with bleach water(it works)

By the time I've done all that I so god damned pissed off there's no way I will ever get back to sleep.

Any way! Here's what just happened. Recently my basement flooded. There was absolutely no cat odor there until the water hit it! Now !!!-,,,-!!! the entire house has been fumigated with tom cat stench. It's been a week now and that shit aint going away.

I have so much of other peoples crap in storage down there, there is now way to find their little stink bombs.



Aww ain't they just so sweet and cuddly. Fuck em I half wish they were dead.

I'm ashamed to let friends and family come into the house. I don't think it's to good for my health either.

That white cat looks like a

Well... please don't shoot me anyone, but it's the best way I can describe it. Cat owners look kinda witch-like to me, like a cross between a librarian and a witch.

Case in point: A CHRISTMAS DOG/CAT STORY (TRUE)

When I was about 7 one Christmas, it was bitterly cold. Maybe -25. Our house, like most res houses was a stick built wood frame, not very big, heated by wood or coal and with an army blanket hung to block off the small front room. Thank God, no running water or frozen pipes would be a nightmare.
We had a long hair grey cat who ruled the place. She never messed in the house. She would tell us when she needed to go outside. Mom was diabetic and had cold feet so she needed the cat to sleep on her feet at night which Queenie did. Other wise she slept under the woodburning cook stove where i could roll pieces of liver to her at mealtimes since I hated it. She never had a litter till 8 years old and only had two beautiful kittens...so cute a customer of my dads cabinet making shop stole one!! Right, who steals a cat.
well this christmas, our little dopey beagle mix dog dad had "won" in a poker game was out in the box on the closed in porch shivering under an old jacket. there were still 5 of us kids at home and we all felt sorry for him and begged my mom to let him in. We were getting ready for Midnight Mass and I had on a borrowed satin gown because the first grade got to carry the cows, sheep and lambs to the Christmas manger scene that nignt. She and Dad didnt want any animals in the house but as we were aabout to leave she looked out at the poor little mutt and said ok, let him in just for overnight.

I could see the cats head pick up "what the..." she began to fake - run down the hall. The linoleum was highly washed and waxed and the blanket down for Christmas week and the tree with g.grandma and grandmas ornaments on it sparkled at the end (no presents yet, of course).At the same time, the door was opened and mom said, "Bi-indigaan, Mushaa", Chippewa for come in, sweetie. He didnt because he was struck dumbfounded. She repeated it, louder and he jumped in tail wagging, he spots the cat, lops down the hall after her, realizes he's going to fast, tries to stop, piling the home made rugs up under him on the slippery linoleum and crashes right up into the tree, knocking it and its prescious bulbs right over.
Mom came down the hall with a broom (her weapon of choice dealing with the animals and my brothers) and I threw myself over trembling little Mushaa, who promptly peed all the pile of rugs and my satin robe...The cat, meanwhile was laughing her a--off at the dog getting in trouble which she deliberately caused.
The dog got to stay and poor mom and we girls melted snow for hours the day after to wash everything.

nice visual.