How Many Men Here Like Cats, or Own Their Own Cat?

SeaBreeze

SeaBreeze

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We have a cat and a dog. My husband is fond of our cat, and he likes him very much. After many years of only having dogs, it was actually my husband's idea to get a cat when he saw an ad for Manx cats in the paper, we had a Manx years ago.

I'm more of a cat person, and I'm the one who does most of the things needed for the cat, like litter box duty, etc. But hubby has bonded well with the cat, and if we switch sides on the bed, the cat will sleep with him instead of me. He's brought joy to both of our lives. Here's my Loki on my husband's truck during one of our camping trips.

Any guys here who own or like cats? If so, do you have a photo to share? Anyone hate cats?


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Cookie said:
My son and myself both lost our beloved kitty cats this last summer one right after the other and it was terrible. He still cries about it (he's 42). Our pets really are like our children.
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Sorry to hear about your cats Cookie, it is hard to lose our babies. It's nice that you son cared so much. I think women are the stereotypical cat owners, especially 'old cat ladies' who have numerous cats in the home. But I hear of a lot of men who have cats and love them very much. A cat is easier to care for if you're a single working man, or an older widower, I would think. No need to take a dog out for walks several times a day, especially if living in an apartment or condo.
 
Josiah09 said:
I love cats, and once I'm resettled I'll adopt a mature cat from the humane society. It won''t be a Manx, because I like tails.
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That sounds wonderful Josiah, mature cats have the least hope of going to a loving home.
 
Some famous men who were cat lovers, including Sir Isaac Newton, Charles Lindbergh, Edgar Allen Poe, Pierre Renoir, Winston Churchill, Charles Dickens, Albert Einstein, Claude Monet and Mark Twain. http://cats-and-coffee.blogspot.com/2011/05/famous-cat-people.html


Earnest Hemingway

Hemingway shared his Key West home with over 30 cats. That's a lot of cats!

Ernest Hemingway was given a six-toed cat by a ship's captain, and some of the cats that live on the museum grounds are descendants of that original cat, and many of them have six toes.

What made cats so special to him? He claimed that "a cat has absolute emotional honesty; human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not."
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Mrs. Robinson, so nice that your hubby is a cat lover too, 23, that's a lot of cats! You're right about Manx cats, they can have various length of tails, ours has no tail at all, just a fur puff on his rump that makes you thing he has a stub. They're very dog-like cats, come when called, follow you around the house from room to room, etc. Very social, not stereotypical 'independent' types.
 
Diary of a Dog - Diary of a CatEXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!


EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair ... must try this on their bed.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
 
SeaBreeze said:
Mrs. Robinson, so nice that your hubby is a cat lover too, 23, that's a lot of cats! You're right about Manx cats, they can have various length of tails, ours has no tail at all, just a fur puff on his rump that makes you thing he has a stub. They're very dog-like cats, come when called, follow you around the house from room to room, etc. Very social, not stereotypical 'independent' types.
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We have several Manx-I love them. Have had Manx for about 25 years but the ones we have now were all ferals originaly. Some still are,some were born on our property and we were able to tame them. I`m sure most,if not al of them have the same daddy-a huge orange Manx that used to hang around our property. Problem with Manx though is that they can have spinal defects that make them incontinent. One I had to have put down last year and his sister almost as well but she did somehow regain control. She is pretty weak in the rear though-she is very "cow-hocked" and has respiratory issues. I`m actually surprised she has managed to survive but she is the biggest eater we have here lol.
 
Abe Was A Cat Man

"Lincoln was known to like animals, but he was especially fond of cats. Mary Lincoln would later write to her husband about a kitten, referring to cats as his "hobby." As a man who loved cats, Lincoln was apt to bring stray kittens home.

When Lincoln was a boy, about the time that Sarah Bush Johnston came to the Lincoln cabin to be his new mother, he had a pet cat. Some say that the cat came with the widow Johnston, since the Lincolns did not bring any pets with them when they came from Indiana.

But other historians are not sure that this is the case. At that same time, Lincoln frequented the store owned by James Gentry in Gentryville--a place where people came and went. Lincoln could easily have met someone with a kitten there.
What is clear, though, is that Lincoln had a pet cat that followed him on his trips down to the spring to fetch water".
http://www.everythinglincoln.com/articles/pets.html

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"Once, Lincoln fed a pet cat named “Tabby” with a gold fork during a White House meal. Mrs. Lincoln got upset and scolded the President. Lincoln replied, “If a gold fork was good enough for former President Buchanan, it’s good enough for Tabby.”
http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2012/11/abraham-lincoln-the-animal-lover/
 
I am blesses with two wonderful catterorrists, Shakira shady pants, and his adopted(not by him), sister Shalimar many pats. Together, they fill my life with just the right blend of joy and angst. Isn't that their job?
 
I've always been more of a cat person than a dog person. Granted, you don't often read stories of cats defending their owners during a home invasion or catching Frisbees in their mouths.

I know - I tried the latter. It was a sad story.

I guess I like their independence, their mystical ways and their flexibility. They also possess a far more complicated system of "speech" than dogs. On the flip side, dogs don't rip up the curtains, but being a guy curtains have a low priority in my life anyway.
 
This cat saved the little boy he lived with from a dog attack.

 

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