@macromeh Cute. I have several boneless cats who also appear to be velcro cats when you try to move them. I’d swear they were actually liquid cats at times. One I had 20 years ago used to sleep in the bathroom sink, was hard to get out so I’d turn the water on. He’d just lie there until the sink was ready to overflow. Then he’d jump to the floor (the water must have reacted with his bones to make them solid again LOL) and do the wet cat dance. He didn’t mind water (he’d walk in the bathtub).
@unksol The first is a North American Bobcat (Lynx rufus), fairly common around these parts (rural parts of SF Bay Area). Big, chunky felines, 2-3x the size of the larger domesticated cats, cute little bobtail and tufted ears. Hunts rodents, rabbits, birds mostly.
the second is a California Mountain Lion/Cougar (Puma concolor), probably a younger male, who tend to wander a lot looking to establish territory. Feeds mostly on deer, but also rabbits, rodents, gophers, quail, livestock, occasionally a human if provoked. There are a lot of deer in the area. It’s an actual lion - 3’ or more at the shoulder, 4.5’ in length, big long lion-like tail. Generally avoids human activity, unusual and maybe a bit disturbing to find one this close to the house. https://wildlife.ca.gov/Keep-Me-Wild/Lion
@unksol They are a full-on lion - second largest feline on the americas, Until you actually encounter one, you don’t realize just how large they are. I watched one walk past my Toyota Tacoma, and it’s head was above the hood.
@stolicat@unksol Once when canoeing across the state of Florida with adjudicated youth I woke up one morning to see a panther fishing off the stern of one of our canoes (boats were dragged up on shore but not completely). Seriously cool. With just a tent between us and it I was very careful to be quiet while watching and hoped no kids woke up while it was there. Unfortunately some did and their talking caused it to run off.
This the mighty warrior Rocket, RIP, all of 7 lbs soaking wet, rescued from the mean streets of Oakland where he had suffered damage to his left eye, so he had to develop an especially powerful laser in the right
And here is Lily relaxing, Dusty doing the photobombing on the floor behind her …
@stolicat That’s a wonderful picture - first of all it’s lovely with the big beautiful calico on the colorful rug, but then that tiny face just peeking out, so sharply detailed - he almost looks photoshopped in. It’s hilarious and adorable both.
We have a lot of cats. All with long stories. We’ve had over sixty since we got married in 1985. Most were rescued from the streets or bad situations.
Until this past July, we had eight.
Bobby - grey tabby, probably 21 years old. On medication due to high blood pressure. The vet says he’s blind. I say he’s not totally blind. He’s a real sweetheart. We took him in when my mother was no longer able to care for him.
Joey and Phoebe - brother and sister from a feral mom, born August 3, 2004
Pancho - was a kitten when we got him from the streets in 2008
Spot - breached the fencing (our modified fence keeps our cats in our yard, it has since 1994) and got into the yard. Friendly. Technically a male calico. He’s mostly red and white with a spot of black. One summer he repeatedly blocked (couldn’t pee, very, very, serious, life threatening condition). Nothing the vet recommended worked to keep him from blocking. He had surgery to remove his penis so that the opening was larger and the formation of crystals would no longer cause a blockage. He’s a big love now, heavier than ideal, but he’s happy.
Charlie - came from our vet’s office. He wasn’t properly socialized as a kitten and caused all sorts of problems with one of the tech’s cats (she’d adopted him). She asked if we’d take him. We did. Pretty cat, black and white and I wish he’d quit opening the cabinet doors in the kitchen and sleeping on our cookware (a crockpot in the very back corner is a fave).
Nooby - another fence breacher. Oddly enough, he got into our yard the night of the day when we said goodbye to one of the cats. He’d obviously been on his own for a while and the only times we’d see him would be from watching the backyard camera. He knew feeding time and would sneak out when he knew we weren’t in the yard. Took over four months before he started to trust us and let us see him. Now he’s a lovebug and an asshole. He’s always going after…
Ike - a fairly new guy. Nooby has no problem fighting another cat through the fence (which is not an easy task). But when the drop on the other side of said fence is thirty feet or so…we don’t like it. Late one night Nooby was doing his fence thing, I went outside and I thought this was a neighbor’s cat. I got him (not realizing at the time it was a him, it was 11:30 at night, dark and past my bedtime). I went to their house, they didn’t answer the door, but while I was standing there, holding him, I noticed this cat had testicles. This cat was NOT Miss Kitty. I went home, cat in arms. He was a juvenile, not so much a kitten any longer. He’s been here a couple of years and Nooby still gives him shit.
Then, July. The new kids. A total of seven. I think there’s a thread somewhere around here about them…lol
@lisaviolet The most I have ever had at one time was 8 (all strays) and have had 15 total over 33 years not counting my childhood cat that belonged to the family although we got it because I wanted one. I rehomed 5 of them (a baby, and 4 other strays two of which to this day I wish I hadn’t rehomed 2 of them as they were so loving but I couldn’t manage 8 cats at once as sweet as they were), 6 have died, and I have 4 left ranging in age from 3 to 10.5. It has taken all my will power not to take in several others I have rescued and then immediately taken to the no kill shelter I volunteer at.