French scientists from the University of Lyon decided to find out how many domestic cats live in the world now. The results of calculations showed that there are about 400 thousand of them on our planet. Moreover, most of them are found in the USA.
However, this is not an absolute number. Therefore, the first place was given not to America, but to Australia, where there are 9 cats for every 10 people. In Asia, the leaders are the Indonesians, keeping about 30 million cats, and in Europe the French are leading with their 9 million cats. At the same time, there are countries where there are practically no domestic cats. These include Gabon, Peru and some others.
Cats have been respected for a long time. For example, in Japan, figurines of these animals are placed in front of the entrance to the house, and in Russia, according to tradition, the cat must be the first to cross the threshold of the house.
It is known that nature has assigned its own lifespan to everyone. And not only to individual individuals, but also to individual species.
Such concepts as youth, maturity and old age are inherent in almost all animals. We say "almost" because some species, such as fish, do not age at all. As for cats, everything is similar to that of humans, only much faster. A four-week-old kitten is at the same stage of development as a 5-6 month old baby. A six-month-old child corresponds to approximately a seventh-grader, and a cat aged 14 years is already the feline equivalent of a 70-year-old man.
It is also interesting that cats began to live longer than before. In 1930 average duration life domestic cat was 8 years. Now they live twice as long, however, like people who have made approximately the same progress during this time. The longest-living cat was a cat named Puss, who lived just a day short of turning 36.
A few years ago, one of the country's most famous cats, Wilberforce, died in London. He became famous in 1973 when he was taken from the street and brought to work at the Prime Minister's residence, where he had to fight mice. Soon the rodent problem was solved, and Wilberforce continued to serve faithfully for four more prime ministers. They say that he was even allowed into meetings of the British Cabinet.
The cat's main admirer was Margaret Thatcher, who often brought him all kinds of treats from trips abroad. When the old-timer cat became too old, he was sent “for a well-deserved rest” to one of the private homes. And M. Thatcher was informed about his death directly at the cabinet meeting.
The British House of Commons also sometimes listened to proposals from deputies to get a cat so that it would exterminate mice, which at times did not give members of parliament peace. The mice had no respect for the parliamentarians; they behaved impudently and appeared even when important government affairs were being discussed. Although other attempts to get rid of rodents were made, they did not bring any results. And then Labor leader Dennis Turner, whose cat gave birth to kittens, presented two of them to parliament. Now the mice will have a hard time.
The cats that guarded food warehouses in England were on government support.
In order to understand how great the role of cats is in the fight against mice and rats, it is enough to remember that, as studies show, a single cat saves about 10 tons of grain from rodents annually. And in Austria, those cats who have served for several years guarding warehouses are paid a lifelong pension in the form of broth, meat and milk.
But sometimes the traditional cat and mouse relationship is replaced by a completely different type of relationship. For example, the cat Kuzya, who lived in Yekaterinburg, instead of eating mice, began to protect them. One day, his owner, having gone to the pantry in search of felt boots, found mice there. Kuzya humiliated one rodent, but for some reason he pitied the other four mice. Eventually, they began to hide under his long fur, like chickens hiding under a hen. This suited the cat quite well, and he calmly warmed them. True, the hostess was not satisfied with such a relationship.
It is known that cats can predict weather changes.
French fishermen believe that if a cat passes its paw behind its ear while washing itself, this clearly indicates that it will rain soon. If she is cleaning her nose, there will be wind, and if she lies on the ground and spins, then you can wait for the weather to improve.
Many cat lovers claim that cats can anticipate the return of their beloved family member and, just before his arrival, they begin to play more energetically than usual. One woman said that she always knows when her friends will come to her, because before their arrival her cat always goes to the dining room and washes herself there.
It must be said that daily cat washing is explained not only by the desire to clean up. Another reason is that in this way the cat licks some of the substance containing vitamin B from the fur, which allows it to maintain mental balance. If a cat is deprived of the opportunity to wash itself, it will soon become very nervous and then die.
What do cats, camels and giraffes have in common? The answer is simple - amble.
Cats, like giraffes and camels, first raise their right hind and front legs, and then their left ones. In addition, cats are the only animals that, when walking, rely on their claws and not on their paw pads.
It is a widely known fact that a cat that falls from a great height may not even receive bruises. What explains this? Firstly, in most cases they still receive bruises and often, in addition to them, fractures and concussions occur, but deaths relatively little.
The answer to this question was received by Wayne Whitney, a professor at the University of Washington. After a detailed study of 132 successful cat falls, he came to the conclusion that cats owe their survival to the “parachute effect.” When they fall, their body expands and their legs lengthen, thereby reducing the speed of their fall. In addition, when landing, they successfully use the elasticity of the ligaments and tendons of their body, which in total minimizes damage.
Naturally, this article does not exhaust all the amazing and interesting facts from a cat's life. And in the future we will definitely return to this topic.
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Cool, beautiful story about a cat and children
As a child, we had a cat, Dymka, who was uncastrated and unsterilized. We lived in a village. The cat's code name was “Ninja”, because... She was a housewife - she knew how to get everywhere, climb into any room and crawl through any crack, open the latches with her paw, climb through the mesh into the window, etc.
She played with us, children 3-5 years old (me and my brother), never let out her claws, she was quite old, she was definitely 3 years old, maybe she was 4. She was graceful - she looked young, but she had already raised several generations of kittens, i.e. was old. I caught mice perfectly, but! This one is old experienced cat she caught all the mice, except for a certain number, which she left for the future - for breeding, so that later new mice would hatch and she would have something to eat in the future. At the same time, the remaining number of mice should not annoy the owners. Those. ran her own mouse farm.
One day our parents, guessing that there were mice in the house, set a mousetrap and caught one mouse. They show this mouse to Dymka, saying, what’s going on, why is this happening in the house? She turned around, left and half an hour later she laid out 3 mouse corpses on the doorstep - i.e. has proven that it works and deserves approval.
Dymka always had a supply of food. Unlike our Red cat, who exterminated all the mice in the area and then ate dog food next to the booth.
When we, for example, cooked the chicken, covered it with gauze and put it on the table, what did Smoky do? What would the average cat do in her place? I would climb onto the table and grab the fragrant chicken with all my fangs! After all, there are no people nearby.
The joke was that if you cover any food, even the most delicious one, with at least gauze, a towel, newspaper, or a lid, nothing will go to waste, not a single piece. But, if even half a piece sticks out, one claw releases, grabs a piece with it, carefully so that the others remain in their place (they say, since they didn’t cover it, that means it’s for me!), jumps to the floor and deals with the prey there. But if you close it well, you never touch it.
When we had to play with her, even though she was old, she jumped and frolicked like a child. But in childhood, we didn’t have any wounds or scratches because of cats. That is, she did not scratch: if she was tortured, she always knew where and where she could hide and escape. Once she jumped onto the closet - she was so tortured by her own kittens that she decided to take a little break from them there...
A funny story from life about children and the cat Marquis
We also had a cat, Marquis. They picked him up at a gas station, although his friends tried to dissuade him, saying that nothing good would come of him. They brought it home. By this time, Dymka had been poisoned - some of the neighbors didn’t like the fact that she was catching mice on their territory, and they threw her a poisoned piece of meat. That's why they brought Marquis.
They pulled him home and went about their business - something had to be done urgently, there was no time to pay attention to the kitten. They threw it on the veranda, but it was cold outside. The cat walks and meows: “Meow” and “Meow.” Well, we think, maybe he’s meowing because he was taken away from his mother?... About an hour later we freed him and gave him a box of sand. He, with round happy eyes, jumped into this box headlong and did his business with pleasure.
This was such a well-mannered kitten, albeit from a gas station.
But what was the biggest joke? Why was he called Marquis? They called this cat Marquis because when he sat on the box, he sat like a bird on a perch - his paws did not sink into the sand, did not stand. Only when he dug a hole did he use his paws, but when he shit, he did it like a bird in flight. When he finished his work, he buried everything carefully, moved 20 cm away from the box. And then, until he shook out all four paws, each in turn, cleaned his tails, he moved into the house.
We look at him, and it turns out that even though he himself is all black, he has white gloves on each paw, white boots on his legs, a white bow-bow on his neck, a white chest and a white nose. Well, just a cat in a tuxedo - Marquis! With such manners there could be no other name for him.
And although our cat lived at a gas station - what kind of upbringing was there? And she was separated from her mother at 2 months, but she had such innate skills as an esthete that we simply gasped. They brought him to someone else's house, but he didn't shit anywhere, he waited for the box, and he has such a chic suit... In general, we left him at home - there are no options.
He lived and grew, but he had this joke: having caught any mouse, the Marquis took them out to the threshold and put them (if there were 2 mice, he put them next to each other, in parallel), sat and waited until everyone passed, nodded approvingly, and only then ate. And this happened every week or almost every day - he caught it, strangled it, showed it, ate it.
Once, he was still a “teenager” - he was a little less than a year old, 8 months old, we look - our beloved cat climbs out of the barn and drags something that is 2 times longer than himself. In general, this young, “elite” cat caught and strangled a rat 2 times longer than himself. And he sat down to rest, because... It was hard for him to carry this burden!
Like any young cat, he loved to play - roll a ball, run after a paper bow on a string. He was such a phlegmatic, balanced cat. If he didn’t like something, he turned around, walked away and sat down to watch from the side. He always pulled out if he didn't like something and sat down proudly. And we understood this, we didn’t impose ourselves then - we were already 8 years old, we understood that there was no point in angering the animal again.
We children were never scratched or bitten by this cat. He just left silently in English, without saying goodbye, or climbed a tree. But he never let go of his paws with claws and teeth!
The Marquis never begged for food. Only if they call you to eat, it will do. Never meowed for food. He didn't climb on the table at all.
This was such a wonderful cat.
The Third Cat's Life is an interesting story about the Siamese cat Baska...
We also had a Siamese cat, Baska. We had already bought a house in the city, but we also lived in the private sector. And so Baska became our first cat. We took her from our hands - already an adult. They say that the age of a Siamese cat can be determined by the darkness of its fur: the darker the fur of a Siamese cat, the older it is.
Our Baska was quite mature, because... She was all a mulatto cat, she was already 3 years old - not only her tail, ears, paws and nose were black, but all her fur was already a rich cream color.
According to legend, Siamese cats had a broken tail tip. Allegedly, the queen once bathed in the river and hung her jewelry - rings, necklaces, bracelets - on the cat's tail. And one of the rings got lost - it jumped off the cat’s tail. The queen got angry and bent the cat's tail. That's why all Siamese cats (and not male cats - they have straight ones!) have a curved tail.
Our Baska’s tail was also bent, but not broken!
Therefore, when she sat down, all her outstretched paws were gathered together in front one to one, her back was straight, her chiseled head was raised, and her tail always clung with a “hook” to her paw. She never stuck her tail straight back. You look at her—it’s like a cat figurine: the outlines of her figure were so chiseled and clear!
When everyone is eating, Baska used to sit 2-3 meters away from the table in his signature figurine pose. She sat and watched until everyone had finished eating, waited for food to be poured into her, then came up and ate. In general, not a single cat meowed or demanded food, all were well-mannered.
You could pull Baska by the paws or by anything: she was such a gymnast that if she didn’t like something, she would instantly fly onto the closet, but she never scratched us children, much less bit. Even on the wall and curtains there were never any traces of her claws.
We, the children, pulled this cat by both its front and hind legs, played as we wanted, she was happy about it and even played along with us. In general, it was a solid, cool cat.
But Baska allowed herself, with perfectly hidden claws, when someone completely got her, she could push her hand with her paws, purely with the pads of her feet - she showed that she could resist, then she pushed off with all her paws and simply ran away. No one has ever had even one scratch from her! Although they say that Siamese cats are very aggressive and the most vindictive.
But their memory is really good. But the funny thing is that they remember well not only bad deeds, but also the whole picture. If you punish her for something, then she understands that she deserved it, that she received it for a reason, and for a reason. And that’s why I almost never misbehaved, I obeyed.
She knew how to analyze, consider, and absorb information. She had 2 offspring in her life. And, apparently, from the experience of raising her kittens, she was never angry with human “kittens.”
She really looked like an empress: she had a chiseled figure, a royal look, not thin, but not fat either, no bones were sticking out, but she was not fat either, her ideal weight was 3 kg.
Under Baska there were no mice at all - all our cats had mouse traps.
I would like to emphasize that all our cats had a very balanced character, were restrained and well-mannered. Why? Yes, because they lived with us in a private house. Therefore, they always had the opportunity to vent their anger on trees, mice and fences. If you didn’t like home-cooked food, go outside and get your own food to suit your taste.
Unlike cats kept in a private home, cats in apartments are much more aggressive. After all, they have nowhere to put their heroic strength, nowhere to pour out their anger and dissatisfaction with anything. So they take off on their owners, scratching them and biting them sometimes for no reason at all. Therefore, if you are planning to have a cat in your apartment, give it a separate corner where it can destroy everything in its path and thereby free itself from accumulated negativity.
Read on for more details about why you shouldn’t keep cats in an apartment, but rather keep them in a private home.
I once read a funny story in three acts and even sent it to friends to read. Today I accidentally came across the correspondence and decided to publish this story on the site. I think that many owners of cats, cats and kittens have been, if not in this situation, then in a very similar one. And almost everyone can tell funny stories about cats, show funny and funny photos of kittens, because these are our favorite pets. But let's get back to the story. This work is not mine, but it’s pretty cool, I hope you enjoy reading it too funny jokes about cats...
Act one
... I come to you for advice.
There is a cat. The cat has ten kilograms.
There is a bed. The bed has a high soft backrest 10-15 centimeters wide.
And there are cat owners who sleep on this bed.
At night the cat jumps on the headboard and walks on it. The cat has a night promenade. But since the cat is past life was a cow and transferred some features to his current incarnation; on the fourth or fifth walk he loses his balance and falls down.
If I'm lucky, the cat falls nearby. If I'm unlucky, ten kilograms of a cat will land on my head, and for some reason always with its butt.
Question: how to wean a cat from this habit?
Have tried:
- sticky tapes placed on the headboard of the bed. (As a result, they spent half the night tearing them away from the crazy cat, almost leaving him without a scalp).
- the aroma of ylang-ylang that is unloved by cats. (The cat didn’t care that he didn’t like the scent).
- tangerine peels in large quantities (The cat disdainfully knocked the skins onto my head, and in the process fell over them himself).
What else can you do? I was already sleeping with the sprinkler under my pillow. The cat runs away, then returns.
Photo of a cat to understand the scale of the problem
attached.
Act two
Received a lot of feedback. The two went into action right away.
As promised, I report.
I love simple and easy to implement ideas. Therefore, proposals to nail a shelf to the bed, to the cat, to your head, so that it would be convenient for him to fall on it, were postponed until later.
To begin with, I took six balloons from the child, inflated them and pressed them between the wall and the bed. It turned out very beautiful. My husband and I admired them and went to bed.
In the middle of the night a shot rang out. Woke up, I decided that my husband had shot the cat (even though the only weapon in our house was a water pistol). When the lights were turned on, the cat was sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of a blue ball and squinting with displeasure. They gave him a kick, moved the balls and went back to sleep. This was our strategic mistake, proving how little we know about cats.
He blew up the second and third balloons about twenty minutes later and galloped off, laughing mockingly. My husband persistently asked me to put everything away and finish the experiments for today. While I was hiding the balls in the closet, the cat crept up to the largest one and hit it with its paw.
The net result: minus four balls, minus two hours of sleep, minus eight meters of nerve fibers for two adults. Plus entertainment for the cat.
Then the backup option came into play. The entire headboard of the bed was lined with several layers of foil to make the rustling noise louder. I assured my husband that now he can sleep peacefully: the cat definitely won’t touch the foil - he’ll be afraid.
In general, this is almost exactly what happened. The cat came a couple of hours later when we fell asleep. Jumped from the cabinet onto the foil. The foil rustled, the cat got terribly scared, flew into the air and fell on his husband.
The net result: minus ten meters of foil, minus forty drops of motherwort for two adults. Plus entertainment for the cat.
This is how he looked at us in the morning while we tried to prepare breakfast with shaking hands.
Act three
After the foil and balloons didn't work, I started thinking in a different direction: how to keep the cat out of the bedroom at night. The first thing I used was a cat repeller. Unfortunately, the cat did not understand that it was a repeller. But the husband understood, he winced, sniffed and finally asked to ventilate the room. So now I have a husband repeller, I can give it to anyone who needs it.
The basin with water turned out to be about the same stupidity. We installed it with the expectation that the cat would splash around and forget about the bed (he loves water).
The calculation was half correct: the cat splashed, but did not forget about the bed. At night he galloped up to us, shaking his wet paws. When I woke up, it seemed to me that he had twenty-two of them. He stepped on my face with ten, and ran the rest over the blanket and sheet. Finally, he loudly kissed his husband on the nose, poking him with his wet muzzle, from which water was dripping.
After that, the husband said that to hell with the interior, he agreed to the shelf.
In the evening he brought a varnished board with a side, fiddled with it for two hours, cursed the innocent bed, and finally got the hang of it. I wanted to say that it would be better if a cat fell on us than this bullshit (no one would get out from under it alive). But she looked at her husband’s face and decided to remain silent. Okay, I think we’ll sleep for one night - and then I’ll take it off for good measure.
In addition, before bed, a child came running and threw his toys on her. I waved my hand and didn’t swear, because I was wondering which relative would raise the child if we were buried under a shelf.
(I must say that I was worried in vain: as it turned out, my husband nailed her down in good faith).
At night a cat came to the shelf. He walked imposingly to the middle of the shelf and touched one of the toys with his paw.
It turned out to be an interactive hamster “Zhu-Zhu Pets”.
At the touch of the cat's paw, the hamster turned on. He exclaimed invitingly: "Abusyuyuyu-zu!" and ran towards the cat, glowing with love.
I would be happy to tell you what happened next. But I won’t lie: we didn’t see it. And in general the cat was not seen again until the morning. The hamster ran to the edge of the shelf and committed suicide, like a lemming, by jumping from a cliff into a basin of water.
Result: we removed the shelf.
There is now a guard hamster sitting on the headboard.
The cat doesn't come into the room. And if he happens to see a hamster through a slightly open door, he swells to the size of a Pallas's cat and retreats in horror.
Here he is, our hero and savior:
A cat with an interesting nickname Scooter became known as the oldest cat in the world. At the beginning of spring of this year he turned 30 years old. He and his owner live in Texas, USA. She says he still manages to remain highly active and enjoys new places and new people.
The owner is sure that the secret of the cat’s longevity is in the right... balanced diet, he only eats chicken. It is also known that he visited almost all states of the country. It is worth noting that the oldest known cat, Cream Poof, lived a little over 38 years. This is despite the fact that cats usually live from 16 to 18 years. The old-timer's owner is sure that the secret to Scooter's longevity lies in his activity and proper nutrition. The cat loves chicken, which ends up in his bowl every other day, and is crazy about water procedures. Veterinarians say that Scooter is a healthy cat with strong character and a great will to live.
In the Tokyo subway, a cat was spotted traveling unaccompanied in the carriages. No, he's not homeless. He has a collar and looks quite well-groomed, but prefers to ride without his owners. He has been doing this for several years now, he was noticed 3 years ago and during this time he managed to become famous not only among the residents of Tokyo, but also among many others. Eyewitnesses claim that the unusual passenger is a model of politeness. He does not cling to people, sits only in empty seats, and if they are not observed, he rides standing. Neither people nor noise frightens him at all; if possible, he happily sleeps in the carriage. According to Tokyo residents, the cat does not change its habits.
Usually, if a pet is lost, it is either quickly found or never found. However, sometimes the scheme fails. This is precisely the case with the fate of Chloe’s cat. Six years ago, British woman Rebecca Lee's cat disappeared. She was taking her to the vet, but on the way the animal jumped out of the carrier and ran away. Of course, Rebecca tried to look for Chloe, but the search was unsuccessful, and the owner decided that her favorite had been hit by a car. And now, after 6 years, the cat returns! Safe and sound!
As it turned out, she lived with elderly woman, who picked her up on the street. Later, when the new owner was unable to take care of Chloe, the cat was taken to a shelter. It was there that the cat's chip was scanned and she was able to be returned to Rebecca. It turned out that Chloe's owner had put up posters and announcements, but she was told that a cat matching her description had been found dead. She was very worried, but over time she came to terms, and then this pleasant surprise. According to TheGuardian, Rebecca is incredibly happy to have found her pet safe and sound after so many years. Shelter employees claim that the cat immediately recognized its owner and was very happy with her.
Barsik the Cat lived and lived his life in Rostov-on-Don, felt contented and successful, and had no intention of traveling around the country. But it so happened in his cat’s life that the owners went to visit the city of Krasnodon, and took Barsik with them. Barsik was dissatisfied with the journey, and even the local dogs attacked the poor cat.
Barsik ran away in an unknown direction. The owners looked for the cat and decided that it was not fate. And only 5 weeks later he appeared at his home, having traveled 200 kilometers. Hungry and with a sore paw. To do this, he had to illegally cross the Russian-Ukrainian border.
In the village of Elekmonar in the Altai Republic, the cat Slice came to sleep at the grave of his owner, in the rural cemetery, for a whole year. The owner of Slice died before reaching the age of 80. The cat could not come to terms with the loss of his beloved mistress. Slice continued to live in the same house, but every night he went somewhere. The owner's relatives saw that the cat was spending the night in the cemetery, and they placed a booth for him next to the grave so that he could take refuge in it from the cold. Slice stopped going to the grave only after he became old and lost his sight. This is such devotion.
And this story is one of many stories about loyalty and friendship. Among the cats there are also “
There are a great many funny stories about cats and cats on the Internet today. And if you look at YouTube, you can laugh until you cry all day long from the amateur videos posted. Animal pranks are endless, so the topic of cat humor is always interesting.
There lived a cat in one family. It would seem that there is nothing surprising here. An ordinary Vaska, a gray striped sly guy. But in addition to his natural cunning and cunning, he was also an inveterate thief. A trained eye noticed everything that was lying badly, tenacious claws grabbed the “prey”, and teeth quickly chewed the food trophy. All the cat's hunting trips took place approximately according to this pattern - usually taking place in the kitchen.
One fine day the hostess decided to fry cutlets - she made minced meat and started frying. Vaska, of course, was spinning under his feet. The woman was distracted from cooking by the doorbell. She rushed into the corridor to let her husband in, and without hesitation returned to the kitchen. I looked into the pan, and one cutlet was already missing. Looking menacingly at the cat and seeing the cute creature innocently looking straight into her eyes, she doubted. Well, the cat couldn’t swallow the hot cutlet so quickly. So where did she go?
And then the tailed actor began to wiggle his ass on the floor in a strange way. Meowing loudly, he jumped up and ran into the corridor. It turns out that in order to hide the stolen cutlet, he simply sat on it - there was too little time for more complex maneuvers. But he didn’t calculate his strength - it turned out to be difficult to sit on the hot meat “bomb”.
One family bought an apartment (they exchanged a smaller one for a larger one), and the previous owners moved according to the same principle to a neighboring house. While we were filling out the documents and moving, we became friends and started communicating. And now the long-awaited moment - the first night in a new home. The owner wakes up to hear a cat meowing nearby. He opens his eyes and sees a handsome red-haired man sitting next to the bed and peering demandingly at the sleeping family. Like, what a disgrace, I’m hungry, but everyone is sleeping. The still half-asleep woman automatically goes to the kitchen, opens the refrigerator, takes out milk and pours it into a saucer. And then suddenly the question clicks in my head - where did the cat come from here?
Upon arrival, there were no animals in the apartment, the door was closed. Balcony! It was open at night. This means the cat got inside through him. At the family council they decided that this was probably the “Vaska” of the previous owners, and out of habit he came to the old apartment after a night walk. The assumptions turned out to be true. The old residents arrived and took the pet. The find was celebrated by getting together and drinking beer, and then they parted ways. And everything would be fine if history did not repeat itself the next morning. The cat stubbornly did not want to understand why he should now live in another place if everything suits him in this house. Groundhog Day continued for another six months, until the cat agreed to exchange the old living space for a new one.
Aunt Valya, a kind-hearted woman, had a dacha where she lived every year in the summer. The neighbor's cat Valet loved to come and visit her, because she treated him with open sympathy and very pleasantly scratched him behind the ear. They lived in such a friendly idyll for more than one season, and everything suited everyone. By the way, the cat was very clumsy and lazy, and during his cat life he managed not to catch a single mouse. Why bother if you are already well fed.
One fine summer day, Valentina Ivanovna, having received her pension, was delighted to buy a charmingly large salmon and put it on the veranda. Several recipes were spinning in my head, and the woman went into the house to get a cookbook. Returning to the street, she froze in place at the sight she saw - the Pilot was inspiredly finishing the fish, absolutely not ashamed of his action. And this despite the fact that he had never been caught stealing before. The woman could not stand such open rudeness, shouted at the cat and drove him out of the yard.
Half an hour later, Aunt Valya, having calmed down and cheered up, told her neighbor, the owner of the tailed thief, about the incident. Having laughed together at this story, the women heard a rustling sound and turned around. A cat entered the area and walked importantly towards the pensioner. He had a mouse in his teeth! Approaching her feet, he defiantly placed the mouse next to her, and his eyes read, “Here’s your compensation. And it was worth shouting so much because of some kind of fish.” He came to visit more - apparently he was very offended.
There are difficult financial times in every family when you need to tighten your belt and temporarily switch to economical mode. This is exactly what happened in the Ivanov family. And the first thing that the changes affected was nutrition. Of course, I had to cut down on delicacies not only for myself, but also for the cat. So, instead of whiskey, a regular soup appeared in the bowl, albeit cooked in chicken broth. The Marquis was clearly not ready for this state of affairs, and was not going to put up with the situation that had arisen.
The cat went on strike. He looked at the “strange” food with contempt, asking with his appearance:
- And this is what I have to eat now? For mercy, gentlemen, what kind of gastronomic slop is this?
To which he was given a laconic answer:
- Alas, there is no money for your canned food now. We'll have to make do with soup and sausage. Get used to regular homemade food.
The Marquis left the kitchen in disgust and defiantly ducked under the sofa. And literally half a minute later, a ten-ruble coin flew out from under the sofa, launched by powerful cat paws. This is character!
This funny story was told in one TV show, and then went to the people in the form of an anecdote. There lived a priest in a village. An ordinary priest who left the house one morning and found his beloved cat in a tree. The poor fellow meowed with fear, but flatly refused to descend from the branch on his own. To save his pet from death and save his neighbors from heart-rending screams, the priest came up with a cunning combination.
He decided to tie a rope to a branch and then bend the tree using a car as a tractor. The idea was good, but the rope turned out to be weak and broke at the very moment when the branch almost touched the ground. The catapult came out with a bang, and the cat instantly disappeared over the horizon.
A mother and daughter lived in the same village. The girl really asked to give her a cat, but every time she received the answer:
- Ask God. Maybe he will hear you and do what you want.
By a happy coincidence, while the cat was performing aerobatic maneuvers in the air, the family was just having another conversation about buying a cat. The little daughter, on the advice of her mother, began to pray intensely, when suddenly a desperately meowing “gift” flies into the window. Everyone is shocked, including the cat. And how can you not believe in miracles after this?
There was a cat in one family. No, he didn’t just live, he reigned supreme. And then, to his misfortune, the owners took pity on the stray dog and took it into the house. The foundling turned out to be young Caucasian Shepherd- thin, unhappy and tattered. They named her Alma. An impudent Siberian cat named Fluff immediately went on the offensive and drove the poor dog under the closet, where she sat for several days and was afraid to move.
As time passed, the cat changed his anger to mercy and decided to accept the dog as a friend, graciously bringing Alma a piece of sausage as a sign of reconciliation. The animals became friends, and they became inseparable. The ringleader in this company was, as you might guess, a cat. He imposingly and boldly walked around the yard, showing with all his appearance who was the boss here. And no one objected to this course of events, because they did not want to get involved with the huge shepherd dog that was following Fluffy on his heels.
One day this sweet couple disappeared somewhere and appeared only in the evening. A large piece of beef was dragging in the dog’s teeth, and the cat’s eyes sparkled triumphantly. As it turned out later, the theft took place several blocks from the house. Some cooperators were selling meat on the street - this was in the hungry 90s. Eyewitnesses told how a cat appeared from around the corner, approached the tray and began to hover around the meat. They chased him away, but then a dog ran “into the arena,” grabbed the largest piece, and ran away, accompanied by that same impudent cat. No one had any desire to take the trophy away, looking at the impressive size of the Caucasian Shepherd Dog. Since then, the gangster couple has become a local celebrity, repeatedly committing predatory raids on market traders.
Like people, animals also have “cockroaches” living in their heads - sometimes very unusual and unpredictable ones. The cat Murka also experienced a slight imbalance, and one fine day she simply refused to drink water from the drinking bowl. For some reason, it seemed to her that the water in the toilet was much tastier, and the process itself was much more exciting. The owners were not prepared for such a turn of events and tried in every possible way to wean the cat from this habit. But nothing helped. She successfully “survived” all the flavors and repellents and even learned to open the hinged lid herself.
As soon as someone locked the door to the toilet, Murka began to scream heart-rendingly and scratch herself at the door. She seriously decided that now the toilet had become her private property, and no one had the right to encroach on her drinking water. After they left the restroom, she frantically began to carry out an inspection - she sniffed the seat and jumped up, checking whether there was any water left inside. Well, what if I smelled it? bad smell, then she made crazy eyes, which literally meant: “Have you gone completely crazy here? This is my territory! Why are you thinking about crap here?”
Courtyard cats, due to their heightened survival instinct, are much more likely to show resourcefulness and ingenuity in communicating with people. Just such a thoughtful “comrade” was Philemon, a big fluffy cat who lived in the entrance of one house. Unlike other homeless animals, weak, thin and defenseless, he had thick, well-fed sides and openly enjoyed life. Such a carefree and well-fed “picture” of life was preceded by a whole series of events, which cannot be called an accident. More like a clearly planned theatrical play.
A dark vestibule served as the stage where all the events unfolded. The light fell there only from the stairs, and when someone went inside, they found themselves in semi-darkness. The cat quickly scurried under his feet, exposing his butt to the blow of the door. From the outside it looked very painful, as evidenced by Philemon’s desperate cries. But in fact, he skillfully dodged, and the door itself barely touched his body. Frightened passers-by, seeing the suffering of the poor animal, tried to compensate for their carelessness with some tasty treat. Over time, the residents of the house saw through the cat’s acting, but this fact did not prevent them from continuing to feed the cunning one and taking him into collective custody.
The story happened to one young girl. It all started when things started disappearing from her apartment. And not simple ones, but golden ones. Either the chain suddenly disappears from a prominent place, then one earring is missing, or the bracelet disappears into the water. Adding to the strangeness was the fact that Katya lived alone, apart from her cat - her husband went on a long business trip and was supposed to return only in a few months. While discussing the situation with work colleagues, many versions were discussed: from simple forgetfulness and inattention to mysterious thieves and aliens.
The disappearances would have continued if one colleague had not suggested placing a car DVR in the house. No sooner said than done. The necessary equipment was lent by the same savvy colleague. Imagine the surprise when the recording finally caught the malicious attacker at the crime scene. It turned out to be a cat, who very professionally opened a jewelry box, pulled out another interesting thing (in her opinion) and disappeared from the viewing area with the prey. Subsequently, all the missing jewelry was found under the cat's bedding, and the whole team laughed for a long time at the antics of the tailed thief.
