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**You’re not from Minnesota, are you.**
I am.
**You’re not from Minnesota, are you.**
I am.
She is really cute.I’ve so enjoyed reading everyone’s posts. As you can undoubtedly tell by my posts I love my animals so much. I clearly get the definition of unconditional love when I look at my “puppy” – yes, she’s five years old but she’s still my puppyI got her when she was two. She was a rescue. She was 12 pounds when I got her – she’s around 18 pounds now – and that was AFTER being in a foster home for a month being treated for heart worms. This puppy had been adopted at 4 months old and apparently forgotten. She was so flea infested when they got her back that they had to shave her to the skin because they couldn’t salvage her coat. She had fleas coming out of every orafice on her body – I mean EVERY orafice. I get the impression she was thrown in a backyard and totally forgotten about – I mean, how hard is it to give your dog a pill once a month to prevent heart worms???
I’m happy to report that she’s fully recovered, healthy, terribly spoiled; but she still has some aftereffects of her previous life. If I raise my voice or rush at her to get something that’s going to hurt her, she actually cowers. It breaks my heart. When people come to my house, she’s so excited but at the same time so scared.
This puppy has overcome so much that “humans” did to her that I truly believe she’s a gift to me from God – got her exactly one month after I had to put my 12-year-old poodle down. God gave me this little life to care for, but she has given me so much more than I could ever give her.
I respect those who don’t share my views, but it does sadden me that they don’t have the truly joyous experiences that I have with my pets.
Paula – mama to my Dixie Belle
I think animals can sense the presence of the Lord.Well quite frankly, when my husband and I pray together everyday, one of our prayers is the Holy Rosary, and they gather near us when we pray it aloud, we know that the Rosary is a little Gospel, as the Mysterious refer to the life of Jesus and His Blessed Mother, so, they actually do listen, as for contemplating over it, who knows but God? They sure are a lot more loving and kind then some people I’ve met, dogs and cats have a way of greeting you that seems to show that they do put it into action a lot better than some people.
Now I’m not saying that I think animals are more important than people, as God gave man charge of them, however, I do think that all of God’s creatures are to be cared for with love and respected for who they are.
It isn’t that I don’t eat certain meat or chicken or turkey, but I don’t go around killing them for the fun of it either, I don’t waste food and I say a pray, a blessing, thanking God for providing it before I eat it.
You don’t know God’s plan for them in the big scheme of things anymore than I do, but I know He created them and that they bring great joy to their owners. I’ve even read how they help lower blood pressure, help the handicapped, some of them know when blood sugar levels are off, etc…
What a sweet story. Even if it’s just a legend, what a sweet thing to think about every time you see a tabby cat.I think animals can sense the presence of the Lord.
There is a legend about how the tabby cat got the M shaped strips on its head.
The Holy Family lived in the stable for a little while after Jesus was born. One night he cried and cried and Mary was beside herself.
The resident cat heard the baby cry and tip-toed into the stable .
The cat had not been there for the birth. She felt bad about not providing a gift like the cow and sheep had (milk and wool).
The cat was dirty from her adventures outside so she licked herself clean. Then she jumped up into the manger bed, curled up by the baby’s head and started purring.
He soon quieted and fell asleep, soothed by the rumbling purrs of the cat.
The Blessed Mother was so grateful. She petted the top of the cat’s head as thanks.
From that day on, true tabby cats have the letter “M” on their heads in memory of a special blessing from a tired Mother.
You can see the pattern on these tabbie babies.
I like Rottweilers (don’t have one but would like to) They need structure and rules. So no Rotts bed. Agree with you there.I haven’t read all the replies but my responce is that there are some pet owners that go ‘over the top’ and not only is it unhealthy for them but it’s also unhealthy for the pet.
Like on those pet-trainer t.v. shows that tell the owners, **no don’t let your pet sleep on your bed, or do other territorial behaviors because then you let them believe they are the pack-leader which can lead to other problems (sometimes very dangerous). **Alot of owners let their pets do these things because they are sooooo cute and they like the attention from the pet, but owners really need to do what is best for the pet instead of fullfilling their own needs.
I love pets, and I would hate to damage them in a misguided attempt at showing them affection by giving them missappriopriated affection.
I also have a best friend who babies her dogs to the point that makes me incredibly uncomfortable to be around her and her dogs in the same room. She will cradle and coddle her pets as if they were actual infants but will totally freeze up and proudly admit she doesn’t like taking care of/interacting with actual infants when she’s around babies.
It’s no suprise to me that both of her dogs are painfully neurotic and unsocialized with visitors (growling, cowering, shivering and having tail between it’s legs). My friend takes this opportunity to ‘come to the rescue’ to her dogs and lavish attention to them to ‘calm’ them down. It’s really awkward to watch because you can tell she (pardon my term but it’s the only one I can think of) ‘get’s off’ on being the one to comfort them.
I’m not accusing any segment of pet-owners of being like my friend but I can see what this sort of coddling leads to and I also see the exagerated example of when a pet owner uses their pet to get comfort (through coddling) at the expense of the pet.
Sorry this is so long but it’s really the first time I’ve really written about this situation.
I do want to follow up with a recent uncomfortable example in my next post
Indeed I usually steer clear of people who say cats are arrogant and mean. Cats have no need for a packa nd thus don’t get the concept of one. They know family – it’s a group of mommies, babies, and sometimes daddies, grannies and aunties (no uncles or grandaddies AFAICS) but mainly mommies and babies. It’s all for one and one for all in the nest. When they hunt, though, they work alone. They work together only for defense and caring for young, and not very efficiently or enthusiastically, because their usual natural territories don’t feed more than one adult and a few infants at a time except under rare conditions, so they are territorial to the core.Cats on the other hand, get to sleep in the bed. They will never accept you as a “pack leader or Alpha” anyway.
Yeah…my son wore a black tshirt yesterday. He was walking in front of me, and the back was yellow from our golden retriever, and the front was white and yellow from our white cat, yellow cat, and golden retriever dog. (Our dog loves to ride in our car, so our car seats get covered in dog hair, too.)I LOVE my cats, but I hate everything that goes with them – litter box, cat hair EVERYWHERE; and no matter what I do, I can’t every seem to get it all.
Isn’t that wonderful? It sure makes me want to get a tabby now.I think animals can sense the presence of the Lord.
There is a legend about how the tabby cat got the M shaped strips on its head.
The Holy Family lived in the stable for a little while after Jesus was born. One night he cried and cried and Mary was beside herself.
The resident cat heard the baby cry and tip-toed into the stable .
The cat had not been there for the birth. She felt bad about not providing a gift like the cow and sheep had (milk and wool).
The cat was dirty from her adventures outside so she licked herself clean. Then she jumped up into the manger bed, curled up by the baby’s head and started purring.
He soon quieted and fell asleep, soothed by the rumbling purrs of the cat.
The Blessed Mother was so grateful. She petted the top of the cat’s head as thanks.
From that day on, true tabby cats have the letter “M” on their heads in memory of a special blessing from a tired Mother.
You can see the pattern on these tabbie babies.
Absolutely!Indeed I usually steer clear of people who say cats are arrogant and mean. Cats have no need for a packa nd thus don’t get the concept of one. They know family – it’s a group of mommies, babies, and sometimes daddies, grannies and aunties (no uncles or grandaddies AFAICS) but mainly mommies and babies. It’s all for one and one for all in the nest. When they hunt, though, they work alone. They work together only for defense and caring for young, and not very efficiently or enthusiastically, because their usual natural territories don’t feed more than one adult and a few infants at a time except under rare conditions, so they are territorial to the core.
So they don’t accept people as leaders because they don’t know anything about any pack. They will accept you as a mother, the highest honor they have, if you are kind, but trying to scare them will make them run like any sensible independent creature would do. So when people say they hate cats because they are snobbish I know I am listening to someone who expects a little more deference and probably offers a little less proof of trustworthiness than what would work for me either.
Go cats!
I think cats mimic their people to some extent, early nurturing plays a part as well.Absolutely!
People used to say about our kitties, “They act more like dogs.” Maybe this was part of their natural personalities (they picked us, not the other way round), or maybe because we got them young and socialized them well so they expected that people=food and petting.**They would run up to guests and greet them and ‘talk’ to them. **
The only time they didn’t warm up to someone was when a guy from the cable came in to fix a TV problem. Now THAT creeped me out, because they loved the oil burner guy “What are you doing? Can we help?” and just about everyone else.
I didn’t rest easy until he left the house.
This is not entirely true. We had a cat growing up (Smokie) that we trained as a kitten not get on furniture. The only furniture he was allowed on was the wooden rocking chair and the dinning room chairs. When he was an adult cat I would sometimes try to put him on the couch with me or sneak him into my bedroom when my parents weren’t around. He would not stay he would jump right off as soon as I took my hands off of him. He was a loving, extremely friendly cat and he also knew the rules -and followed them.And if anyone has ever had at least one cat as a pet knows that no matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to tell a cat “no,” it will always do what it wants to do.
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Whoa! That’s amazing.Here is another story about animals perceiving the presence of the Lord. This one a little better documented. Kind of makes you think doesn’t it…
On the evening of the last day of his October 1995 visit to the United States, Pope John Paul II was scheduled to greet the seminarians at St. Mary’s Seminary in Baltimore. It had been a very full day, beginning with Mass at the Oriole Park in Camden Yards, followed by a parade through the downtown streets, a visit to the Basilica of The Assumption, the first cathedral in the country, lunch at a local soup kitchen, run by the Catholic Charities, a prayer service at the Cathedral of Mary Our Queen in the north Baltimore area, and finally a quick stop at St. Mary’s Seminary.
The schedule was tight so the plan was to simply greet the seminarians while they stood outside on the steps. But Pope John Paul II made his way through their ranks and into the building. His plan was first to make a visit to the Blessed Sacrament. When his wishes were made known, security personnel quickly flew into action ahead of the Pope. Their activities included a sweep of the building, paying closest attention to the chapel where Pope John Paul II would be praying.
For this purpose, highly trained dogs were used to detect any persons who might be present. The dogs are trained to locate living people in collapsed buildings after earthquakes and other disasters.
These intelligent and eager canines went through their rounds in the halls, offices and classrooms quickly, and were then sent into the chapel. They went up and down the aisles and past the pews, and finally into the side chapel where the Blessed Sacrament is reserved.
** Upon reaching the tabernacle, the dogs sniffed and whined and pointed, refusing to leave; they were convinced that they discovered SOMEONE there and firmly remained, their attention riveted to the tabernacle, until called out by the handlers. **
We Catholics know they were right; they found a REAL LIVING PERSON in the tabernacle!