Show us your cats (and AM4)

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Here’s our little fluffy lady. She can do high fives with both paws, roll over, give kisses and comes to a whistle. Very smart girl.
 
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What do you like about this setup vs a FM3 or FM9? Easier setup?

With "on the road" I meant: airplane flights. And for those the AM4 beats the FM3 because of size and half the weight.

I brought the VP4 this time as well to do some testing, but the AM4 by itself would normally suffice for me.
 
Blurry photo of a regular visitor to our bird feeder. Thought he/she was harmless till one day we saw it make the leap and snatch a bird off the feeder just with its mouth. Pretty capable hunter. I've got the squirrels 100% blocked (yet to see one get by those cones), but this cat is another matter - he sets himself up in stakeout mode under a bush to the right and waits for the birds to arrive. I've dumped old coffee grounds in his stake out spot but to no effect. A prickly matt annoyed, but did not dissuade him - next up: will extend those poles a foot or two to get outside of his jumping range but he's a pretty good leaper so dunno.
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here he is arriving on the scene - looking at me as if to say: "whatyagonna do about it, stupid ole maaan"
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I don’t (and most probably won’t) have an AM4, and my last cat passed away 3 years ago at the age of 19, but as I was waiting for my haircut today I met this thing outside watching and making sure everything’s in order:

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A cat peering through the door of a barber shop is probably looking for a meal and a good home. It’s been three years, right? ;)
 
A cat peering through the door of a barber shop is probably looking for a meal and a good home. It’s been three years, right? ;)
I’m right now in Turkey, and it’s my last week in this beautiful country before I move on.

Cats have a very very special place in this country which is truly amazing. I wouldn’t call them “stray” in the common sense. Every supermarket, many restaurants, public buildings or what not, have bowls with water and food for them. They are almost always free to enter pretty much anywhere if they wish to do it. Apartment complexes, gated communities have dedicated space where people feed them. That particular barber shop had food and water right outside at the entrance.

I don’t fully understand all of this, but they are part of the society in a way. Probably the best way I could describe it as an outsider is they are communal, not personal, pets.

There are of course cats that “belong” to some people or families, but typically they also hang out with others as far as I can see, just have collars on them.

So taking a cat out of this feels almost like kidnapping.

And in more practical terms, because neither cats nor dogs are taken out of the streets by authorities (although they are obviously taken care of, vaccinated, dogs have chips and markings on their ears that they were examinated etc), Turkey is considered a high risk country for rabies, which means that importing an animal from here to most other countries is a bureaucratic nightmare, which takes months to do the paperwork, and a torture for the animal - it has to be taken away at least for a day to a special clinic for inspection, and in some countries it’s a mandatory quarantine for a month, or in some cases up to six months.

I have a dog with me, and the ordeal we need to go through breaks my heart already. No more animals for now. :(
 
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I’m right now in Turkey, and it’s my last week in this beautiful country before I move on.

Cats have a very very special place in this country which is truly amazing. I wouldn’t call them “stray” in the common sense. Every supermarket, many restaurants, public buildings or what not, have bowls with water and food for them. They are almost always free to enter pretty much anywhere if they wish to do it. Apartment complexes, gated communities have dedicated space where people feed them. That particular barber shop had food and water right outside at the entrance.

I don’t fully understand all of this, but they are part of the society in a way. Probably the best way I could describe it as an outsider is they are communal, not personal, pets.

There are of course cats that “belong” to some people or families, but typically they also hang out with others as far as I can see, just have collars on them.

So taking a cat out of this feels almost like kidnapping.

And in more practical terms, because neither cats nor dogs are taken out of the streets by authorities (although they are obviously taken care of, vaccinated, dogs have chips and markings on their ears that they were examinated etc), Turkey is considered a high risk country for rabies, which means that importing an animal from here to most other countries is a bureaucratic nightmare, which takes months to do the paperwork, and a torture for the animal - it has to be taken away at least for a day to a special clinic for inspection, and in some countries it’s a mandatory quarantine for a month, or in some cases up to six months.

I have a dog with me, and the ordeal we need to go through breaks my heart already. No more animals for now. :(
I get it. Maybe later...
 
Let me introduce you to Princess Cat Von Dee, flame point Siamese (top) and King Izzy The Merciless, Maine Coon (bottom).
If you notice the "concerned" look on Dee's face, that's because that's her cat tree and she is not at all happy about sharing it with Izzy. She is full of attitude and personality. Dee is still with us, sadly Izzy passed away last December. He was the sweetest cat, we miss him very much. Both were strays that found us.Cats.jpg
 
Both were strays that found us.
This reminds me...

Some 20+ years ago, I and my wife were returning home and found a cardboard box with four kittens on the apartment complex stairs. They were so young they couldn't yet eat and had their eyelids fused shut. So we picked them up and used syringes to feed them. When they grew up a little, we found foster families for 3 out of 4, kept one.

One of them looked very much like your Maine Coon, just smaller. I'm sure none were pure breed, and this guy had some dominant wild genes in him. He was a true Destroyer Of Worlds! Was breaking, smashing, scratching and/or eating everything he encountered. We thought we'd stay with him forever because who would adopt such a disaster.

When the first people came to pick their kitten, this guy jumped on furniture, dropped some vase, then jumped on a curtain, the curtain fell, he did all the nasty stuff he knew, and then some. The amount of noise and turmoil was epic. And guess what, the folks fell in love with him! They said, "that's our boy right there!". So he ended up being the first to go.

For years, they were sending us pictures of Oscar (that's how they named him, IIRC), doing some crazy stuff, and saying how thankful they are for the opportunity to meet the guy!

Go figure...
 
Let me introduce you to Princess Cat Von Dee, flame point Siamese (top) and King Izzy The Merciless, Maine Coon (bottom).
If you notice the "concerned" look on Dee's face, that's because that's her cat tree and she is not at all happy about sharing it with Izzy. She is full of attitude and personality. Dee is still with us, sadly Izzy passed away last December. He was the sweetest cat, we miss him very much. Both were strays that found us.View attachment 163119
I've always wanted a Maine Coon, but no new cats for us until our current cats pass. The younger one is only 2, so it'll be a while.

I did have an interaction with one, whilst staying at an Air BnB a few years ago...by far, the friendliest animal I've ever encountered.
 
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This is TC. My stepdaughter named him as "trash cat"/"Tom's cat", because I found him, and he'd get into the trash when he was young.

He was born up in a vanity sink bowl my roommate had saved, up in his garage (he was a contractor who saved items from jobs so he could reuse them in his rental houses.)

When the kittens started coming out, he was the friendliest of the litter, purring as soon as you picked him up. Really affectionate, so I just had to adopt him.

All black, with that little white bowtie.

He had some kind of kidney issues, but as long as I fed him a special diet, he was fine. Real talkative too.

But 18 years on, his kidneys failed him and he passed away, and it tore me up so bad!! He was a sweet boy.

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Are these toys all for ME, grandma?? LOL
 
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This is TC. My stepdaughter named him as "trash cat"/"Tom's cat", because I found him, and he'd get into the trash when he was young.

He was born up in a vanity sink bowl my roommate had saved, up in his garage (he was a contractor who saved items from jobs so he could reuse them in his rental houses.)

When the kittens started coming out, he was the friendliest of the litter, purring as soon as you picked him up. Really affectionate, so I just had to adopt him.

All black, with that little white bowtie.

He had some kind of kidney issues, but as long as I fed him a special diet, he was fine. Real talkative too.

But 18 years on, his kidneys failed him and he passed away, and it tore me up so bad!! He was a sweet boy.

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Are these toys all for ME, grandma?? LOL
So cool. The unique ones are the most fun.

Sadly, if you're a serial cat owner, you'll get to witness kidney failure many times.
 
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Smudge is having his night time zoomies, going crazy with one of his toys. I'm practicing, but I look over to see him reaching under the dresser. So I figure he kicked his toy under it, so I go and lean it back in hopes that he'll just reach in there and grab it.

Nope.

This nutty cat crawls all the way under the dresser, while I have it leaned back, and WON'T COME OUT!! And I'm afraid I'm gonna drop it on him and squash his dumb ass!

So I'm laughing my ass off, trying to slide it back further so I can push him out with my foot, and he just crawls further under it!! Then I saw his tail, and had no choice but to step on it, and that got him to scurry out.

I won't do that again! I never did find the toy. It's probably under some other piece of furniture...

Crazy cats. Now he's all calm. :rolleyes:

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