[Magdalen] If they were only bigger, they'd eat you

[James Oppenheimer-Crawford]

Our biggest cat came to us with the name Malcolm.  He is twenty-five pounds
of love. He is very respectful to his elder adoptive brother (they were
surrendered to the Spca at the same time from the same home. We only found
out accidentally about that when we adopted them, and found the same
handwriting on both forms, and soon realized they were housemates) Max. He
plays, very gently, with tiny Nancy who came to us the same day as Max and
Malcolm.
Scotland had kings named Malcolm.

James W. Oppenheimer-Crawford
*“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved,
except in memory. LLAP**”  -- *Leonard Nimoy

On Tue, May 3, 2016 at 5:33 PM, Rick Mashburn <ricklmashburn at gmail.com>
wrote:

> I've never lived with a cat so I can't comment directly on this thread.
> But, I do live with Malcolm and I can confirm that he doesn't have an
> empathetic bone in his canine body.  I keep thinking that one of these days
> he will learn to identify with an emotion or one of my aches & pains. He's
> 7.5 years old and it hasn't happened yet!
>
> He's very sweet and loving but I think he only does it because he knows if
> he starts, it will lead to tummy rubs!
>
> Peace, Rick
> On May 3, 2016 4:24 PM, <thedonboyd at austin.rr.com> wrote:
>
> A two-year-old takes affright when a visiting cat licks her face.
>
> Mother:  "Did the kitty bite you?"
>
> Child"  "(Sniff) No, but she tasted me."
>
>
> ---- James Oppenheimer-Crawford <oppenheimerjw at gmail.com> wrote:
> > I noticed a conservative and very angry columnist pick up on some
> > reasearch, if that's the correct term in which some animal behaviorists
> > discovered that in fact if your cat were large enough, he or she would
> > actually eat you.
> >
> > The other day, having some work done on the house which opened up the
> > subflooring, I herded (yes it is possible) our cats over to my office,
> > where they would be safe.  I put down some food in a bowl for Nancy.
> >
> > She went over to the bowl and sniffed it, and then walked over to me,
> > hopped into my lap and started giving me kisses, and eventually nested on
> > my arm, as she so often does, and settled down in my lap.
> >
> > My study concludes that the other guy's study is full of horse manure.
> >
> > I think I've told the story of my cats and my migraine, and how they all
> > made pax with each other and lay quietly on me, purring curative purrs,
> > slowly bidding my migraine depart.
> >
> > James W. Oppenheimer-Crawford
> > *“A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved,
> > except in memory. LLAP**”  -- *Leonard Nimoy
>