What's going on around here? Every day another anti cat thread.
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that cats do to native wildlife.
like the cat was hoping and praying that you would adopt it. That's how I got this addition to the family. The poor girl was starving, and she just wormed her way into my heart, and now she is a mostly indoor cat that likes to curl up and sleep on the futon or in the bed 
You would never know that she was half feral and relying on critters for her meals if you saw her now, because she is sweet as pie.
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All came on ships.
90% of the species.
Those are FACTS.
EDIT and you are correct. I think I replied to the wrong post, sorry if it caused confusion, GC
THAT was dumb, IMO and is why that argument will go no where. The issue isn't indoor cats, but FERAL DOMESTICATED cats. Likewise there is a major problem with feral dogs in some areas.
http://www.salon.com/2013/01/30/death_to_the_house_cat_partner/
Not to worry, though... The kitty is already out of the bag and is not about to go back in! 
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is currently probably curled up on the futon. It has taken time to gain her trust to transition her into a housecat, but she is very well-mannered.
She does like to hunt, though, and I'm not certain anything I could possibly do would break that habit. She has gotten a lot fatter, and is less inclined to hunt than she is to menace other cats coming into her "territory", but she's still a cat that learned to survive after nearly starving to death.
She is probably the sweetest cat I've ever had, and even a hint of disapproval causes her to not do whatever she did again with just a gentle "no". She won't attack the wrens building nests in the rafters because I told her no, if you can believe it.
She's just a plain tabby cat, though, so unless you knew her personality, you'd probably think her feral or mean. She's sweeter than my fluffy himalayan, and better mannered too, and the fluffy one hasn't ever set foot outside except by accident.
That's her playing with a silly toy I made for her out of an old sock .
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West Side Story?
Or, some people are depressed that they don't have that magic thing inside them that draws animals to them?
Then this bruiser of a cat just loved him up until he relented, it was so funny to watch
until my fluffy Himalayan came along. Now he is her biggest advocate. She LOVES him and has started staying there. I don't think you could part the two of them with a crowbar. I don't know what it is about her, but he just adores her. I think she is pretty much his cat now, not mine LOL.
Maybe someone also knows how to train cats to only hunt rodents, both the four-legged and "flying" kinds
And I am technically a "dog" person. 
was distinctly anti-cattle due to their vicious natures
Here's an artistic representation of the existential crises cats suffer every day. 
From my favorite Facebook kitteh:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=519033768117481&set=a.395276467159879.89194.135202846500577&type=1&theater
well, hell, face, I've never seen one 
piled up asleep. She could take care of that problem if she wasn't eating Fancy Feast and generally being loved on. Maybe she could fill in for an hour or two
Oh, he'll sneak out, but run right back in as soon as someone is seen moving around below the balcony. I think he only likes "talking" to the birdies
I have mine on a thyroid medication, so he's getting canned food all the time now. Normally, he finishes it (half of a 5.5oz can) in about five minutes, and there goes 1.5 crushed pills!
He's still active, just inside. He is weird in that he won't kill bugs, but will sit in front of them, watching, or maybe waiting for me to do something about it 
To me it looks like it's pulsating~
Bake
those guys are the absolute CUTEST!!
You've read of several kinds of Cat,
And my opinion now is that
You should need no interpreter
to understand their character.
You now have learned enough to see
That Cats are much like you and me
And other people whome we find
Possessed of various types of mind.
For some are sane and some are mad
And some are good and some are bad
And some are better, some are worse -
But all may be described in verse.
You've seen them both at work and games,
And learnt about their proper names,
Their habits and their habitat:
But
How would you ad-dress a Cat?
So first, your memory I'll jog,
And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG.
Now Dogs pretend they like to fight;
They often bark, more seldom bite;
But yet a Dog is, on the whole,
What you would call a simple soul.
Of course I'm not including Pekes,
And such fantastic canine freaks.
The usual Dog about the Town
Is much inclined to play the clown,
And far from showing too much pride
Is frequently undignified.
He's very easily taken in -
Just chuck him underneath the chin
Or slap his back or shake his paw,
And he will gambol and guffaw.
He's such an easy-going lout,
He'll answer any hail or shout.
Again I must remind you that
A Dog's a Dog - A CAT'S A CAT.
With Cats, some say, one rule is true:
Don't speak till you are spoken to.
Myself, I do not hold with that -
I say, you should ad-dress a Cat.
But always keep in mind that he
Resents familiarity.
I bow, and taking off my hat,
Ad-dress him in this form: O CAT!
But if he is the Cat next door,
Whom I have often met before
(He comes to see me in my flat)
I greet him with an OOPSA CAT!
I've heard them call him James Buz-James -
But we've not got so far as names.
Before a Cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream;
And you might now and then supply
Some caviare, or Strassburg Pie,
Some potted grouse, or salmon paste -
He's sure to have his personal taste.
(I know a Cat, who makes a habit
Of eating nothing else but rabbit,
And when he's finished, licks his paws
So's not to waste the onion sauce.)
A Cat's entitled to expect
These evidences of respect.
And so in time you reach your aim,
And finally call him by his NAME.
So this is this, and that is that:
And there's how you AD-DRESS A CAT.
--T.S. Eliot
He holds his head up with pride and I reward him with pettings.
Pretty much
I guess the lines have been drawn.
