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

[Rick Mashburn]

The Scottish kings were my inspiration when I named him!
On May 3, 2016 11:24 PM, "James Oppenheimer-Crawford" <
oppenheimerjw at gmail.com> wrote:

> 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
> >
>