soul2share -> RE: The pets we live with ? (11/22/2010 2:26:42 PM)
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Cats are just as intelligent as dogs....I don't know how many words they understand, but I do know that I can talk to them about things, and they seem to get the general idea. And of course, like dogs, any food related term they know...."treats" being a biggie! [:)] KB has yet to find a cupboard door he can't get open, and he can actually open doors with the lever style handles, and understands you have to walk them backwards to get them to open. He knows to check all grocery bags to locate either cat food or catnip....when he finds the nip, he grabs it and runs off to tear it open. I am glad, however, that I don't speak kitteh......I'd really rather not know what they are bitching about! I bought them a new toy, a battery operated spinner thing under a canvas cover that they are supposed to chase and catch.....well, it took KB all of about 35 seconds to figure out that if he just stepped on the canvas, it would stop, and he could catch really easy! Cheater! My dog Shiloh had a pretty good vocabulary. When we'd go out walking, he understood and obeyed "this way" meant to the left, "over here" meant to the right, "wait for me" when he'd get too far ahead of me, things like that. He knew McDonalds, even recognized the golden arches.....there was one in a rest area we'd go by when I'd go home to visit the family. Shiloh would be sleeping in the back of the cab of the truck, but he'd wake up about 2 miles away from it, and when he saw the "one mile ahead" sign, he'd start making these little "ffffffftttt" noises. One day, I'd gotten him a burger while we were still at home, so I was just going to blow on by the rest area...well, he woke up, I drove past it, and he sat there looking out the window as the McDonald's receded in the distance. I reminded him he'd already eaten, but that didn't stop him from laying back down with one huuuuuuuge "AWWWW MOM" sigh. He also knew that if he got any food or goodies, he had to eat it on "his" rug. He had a habit of taking a mouthful of food, going to his rug, dropping it there and eating it one piece at a time. Once we were at my mom's, and she picked up all the rugs to wash them, and after she did, she gave Shiloh a goody....well he went running to his rug, but it was gone....he stood there holding the goody in his mouth looking all cunfusticated because his rug was gone.....my mom told him it was ok to eat there, only then did he plop down and finish the dog biscuit. Poor guy!
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