Hubris

Y'kno, I love my cat dearly, and consider her to be a family member not a pet; that being said, I can not imagine wanting to dress her up in any kind of clothing - much less her consenting to it.

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eau, 1889-1963

I have a book from a lady who sews custumes for her cat in PURIM [ our national time for custumes] , takes aphoto of him , and now printed this book ,,,,, mirjam

OK, now I'm laughing. None of my cats would put up with such a thing. But I once knew a cat who did. The cat had bonded with a little girl when she was very young - probably both of them were very young - and the little girl dressed her cat up and took her out in a toy pram. They both enjoyed it very much. I think that's unusual.

I have made sweaters for my dog (and he likes them when the weather turns cold), but I wouldn't even ATTEMPT to dress a cat. I suspect the process would be very much like:

Beverly

Cute!

But see my other response on how I think trying to dress a cat might go.

Beverly

When I had cats I found it best for me to realize my place in their world. It wasn't very high. They h ad their ways and God help anyone who tried to have them do otherwise. Juno

We are owned by our cats !!!! mirjam >

When I was maybe 7 years old my parents took my sister and I to the pound to pick out kittens. We literally lifted them out of the wire cage that would be slid into the gas chamber.

My sister chose a fluffy gray male. Mine was white with s single smudge of black between her ears and emerald green eyes. The staff at the pound tried to talk me into choosing a different cat; she was feral, born in the wild, had never lived with humans. But she was beautiful and I wanted her and so we took them home.

She lived under my bed for months. Bit me, clawed me any time I tried to handle her. I was undeterred. I put on my winter coat and oven mitts and dragged her out from under the bed and forcibly cuddled her. My parents were appalled. Tried to convince me that she was broken, that she'd never be right, we could take her back and get me a cat who could love me back.

I spent hours coaxing her with treats. Spent my allowance on bags of whole frozen fish. Those fish were the first things she ever took from my hands. I'd hold them by the tails and she'd gnaw them down like popsicles. Laid on my bed and dangled yarn over the side to coax her to play, then put up with having my ankles savaged when she took the game to the next level by ambushing me when I'd walk near her lair.

My mother refused to come into my room. Clean clothing and bedding were left in the hall. When friends came over we played in the living room or outside. She was The Thing Under The Bed.

And little by little, she got better. When I'd get home from school she'd come out from under the bed, and not just to attack me, either. Eventually she discovered that sleeping in bed with me was pleasant and that being petted was nice.

And while she never really enjoyed being dressed up, my mother has several pictures of her wearing a vest that I made for her, with a matching hat secured to her head with elastic. In the photos she is flat-eared and squinty-eyed with barely suppressed rage, but she made no attempt to dismember me, and for a cat with her beginning, that represented huge progress.

Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.

I'm taking one of mine to the vet tomorrow. For booster shots and to have them look at her eye that's "weeping." No pills, just eyedrops, most likely. That will be fun. I'm still doing eyedrops for my right eye that had the cataract removed last week, and start Wednesday on the other eye that will be fixed a week from today. Then I'll be putting drops in the cat's eye. The refrigerator is disappearing behind all the sheets of eyedrop schedules.

Dogs have masters. (and mistresses.) Cats have staff.

Joanne, congratulations!!! I hope you have as good an outcome with your cataract surgery as I did. I still have to have a small correction for my left eye for distance, and of course reading for both eyes, but it is so amazing to awake and SEE the clock!!! Bonne chance!

And good luck with the cat treatments, too.

Beverly

Kate beat you by this >.< much. ;->

Beverly

Thanks, Beverly. The first eye has convinced me. I didn't realize how poor my vision had gotten, and how colors were/are affected. I'm now in the odd position of looking forward (sorta) to the second surgery. I elected to remain nearsighted since I spend so much time reading, on computer or doing other close work. I've been nearsighted all my life, worn glasses since I was small, and if I got distance correction, I'd have to wear glasses for reading and sunglasses for driving and outdoors. So I don't see the advantage of changing now. I'm fine without glasses for reading and computing - and other close stuff.

I saw the alarm clock from the bed for the first time last Friday morning. That was a treat!

I should have known. Oh well. GMTA.

Headwinds over the Atlantic... ;)

That is marvelous! I'm so glad it's going well for you. I hope the second one heals even quicker than the first. :)

As for eye drops for Miss Kitty.... Are you familiar with the Kitty Burrito trick? This is a MUST for any type of medicating, or removing a glue trap from a paw with Miss Tickles. I take a thick bath towel, scoop her into it on my lap and proceed to QUICKLY roll her up in it like a burrito. (she has all of her claws.) It's a lot like swaddling a newborn (human) baby in a blanket. She is usually Not Amused, however, once she is all tucked in there, she won't fight me. Her ears disappear they are so flat to her head, but she doesn't struggle. Then I can untuck whatever body part I need to get. I don't cover her face. That's usually what I need to reach for treatment, etc.

And could someone Please tell me why they make cat antibiotics flavored the same as for human children???? Cats do not like bubble gum flavored anything. You'd think they could make it tuna flavored or something.

Sharon

PS if you haven't heard the glue trap story, and want to, let me know. It was a RIOT!! ;)

That's just so wrong!!!!!!!!! LOL

I would have to have a blood donor on standby if I tried to put a dress on Tickles. She won't even wear a collar. We have said for years she's a dyed in the wool nudist. ;) Besides, she's 15 now. It would be extra insulting to do something like that to a lady of her advanced years.

Sharon

Mary who isn't owned by a cat any more