Moar Weapons-Grade Cute

My fellow FtBers have gotten involved. Wars, even tongue-in-cheek-not-really-hostile hostilities have a way of doing that. WWIII may not be fought with guns, but with pictures of fuzzy animals. No one will be spared.

At Zingularity, you can read The Truth About Cats and Dogs. That’s the neat thing about conflicts, sometimes: science happens. In this case, you can explore the evolution of cats and dogs, and get a disheartening view of what another 40,000 generations of artificial selection may do to felids. Shudder. I think it’s already happening – Tonkinese are, after all, known as cat-dogs for their doggish personalities. I can speak from experience: they are like having a canine in a feline body. My former roommate’s Tonk actually played fetch. Not the cat version, where the cat chases the object thrown and then makes you come get it, but the dog version, wherein the item is brought to you for further throwing. It was a sad sight. I expect cats to be more imperious.

Anyway. Natalie Reed is trying to divert us with lemurs, and hoping this cat-vs-dog atheist rift doesn’t cause a full-on schism. It shouldn’t. We have one important thing in common: we like animals. Except for those of us who don’t, but they’re not on this faux-battlefield, so who cares?

However, as chief of staff for a felid, I have to say that I believe there is no contest. When it comes to domesticated pets, cats are cutest. Also, the most evil. Evil and cute – how can anyone resist that combo?

Without further diversions, then, I shall unleash more weapons-grade cute from the arsenal.

Sleeping Kitten. I don't care what your argument is: it's invalid.

The following is a perfect illustration of the harmony between man and beast. Cat demands food, human gives food, or human loses face. Literally. Buddhist monks are wise enough to share the rice bowl when a tiger requests they do so. And it’s bloody adorable.

Thankfully vegetarian lunch

And if you’re very nice to kitteh, kitteh may just save your life, as this link from kdan59 proves. Suck it, Lassie!

Tejanarusa and Suzanne both sent me a link to the most devastating collection of images on the internet. I spent the next hour after reading melted in a puddle. You have been warned. The following image comes from there:

Sleepy Kitten Train

If that doesn’t leave you melted in a puddle on the floor, then you must be a dog lover, and there is no hope for you.

But cats do have some use for dogs, as this image from the same source proves.

Doggie Bed

They make decent beds.

All that, and I have not yet begun to deplete the arsenal. Mwah-ha-ha!

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16 thoughts on “Moar Weapons-Grade Cute

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    There’s an idea… shall have to do them after I’ve, at long last, done Brian Switek’s angular unconformity kitteh. Thanks for the inspiration!

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    My former roommate’s Tonk actually played fetch. Not the cat version, where the cat chases the object thrown and then makes you come get it, but the dog version, wherein the item is brought to you for further throwing. It was a sad sight. I expect cats to be more

    My cat Mercutio isn’t any particular breed, but he does happily play fetch. When he wants to play he comes in, drops a toy at my feet, chirrups happily, and then proceeds to rub himself over everything until I throw the toy. Then he brings it back. Although, being a cat, usually he drops it three or four feet away so I have to get up in order to grab it.

    On occasion, I’ll see that obviously I wasn’t paying attention because I was asleep, and I’ll wake up to find four or five toys in one spot right where I get out of bed. Sometimes the toys are in the bed.

    Fortunately, any real mice we had must have abandoned the area long ago, so we don’t find any corpses presented as similar presents.

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    Another cats that fetch story: after my daughter was weaned to a cup my cat Thor (just a plain old orange tabby) became fascinated with the baby bottle nipples and would drop them on my foot for me to throw. He loved playing fetch, sadly he died at age five of pacreatitis. Best cat ever.

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    Our old tabby loved to play fetch and do other “dog tricks”, although she became a bit less interested in high-energy play between the ages of fifteen and eighteen.

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    My late, greatly missed cat Hammerstein played fetch with rubber balls. She’d let me know when she wanted to play by coming up to me with one of her balls in her mouth. She’d dash after the ball and bring it back to be thrown again until she got tired. Then she would pick up the ball in her mouth and walk away.

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    I was highly amused to see this post listed on the All-geo landing page thusly:

    Velociraptor scavenging an azhdarchid pterosaur

    Moar Weapons-Grade Cute

    And all this on the page currently headed by
    Please don’t lick the specimens…

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    My cat Warrington played dog-style fetch. He even brought me toys to initiate the game. Of course, he still had the obligatory aloofness required of him, but somehow I couldn’t take his homicidal threats seriously after a game of fetch.

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    I think that you asking me to choose between my Dog (love of my life, want to keep her forever) and my Cats (they are so sweet and snuggly) is unfair. Where is the middle ground? Why can’t we all just get along?

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    I’ve had two fetching cats, not related, but both orange and white. I swear there’s a particular play chromosome (?)(I am not a scientist!) on the orange gene. Or is it the other way around? Sorry. Anyway, both were ordinary alley cats, the first one born feral. He was the most into it…would bring a soft fuzzy ball and set it either at the end of the hall, where it could easily be thrown to the other end, or into the bathtub, into which he would leap, grab ball and bring back to me. Dropped it sometimes at my feet, sometimes four feet away.
    His other fave spot was beside the bed, so I could throw it over the bed, and he could leap up onto the bed, down on the floor on the other side, then back onto the bed with the ball. He loved to chase and fetch.
    Next guy was less consistent, but carried and fetched pretty often.
    Now, my 7 year old solid black cat, half brother to the second orange and white, has started carrying toys around. Balls, fabric doughnuts, odd-shaped woven toys, tiny “fishes”. The funny part is invariably, he makes these little squeals while carrying the toys. Often, this is right after I go to bed, and he drops them beside the bed and waits for me to notice.
    Just lately, he’s begun to carry them from the bedroom to the living room when I’m on the computer.
    I don’t know what any of this means, but it’s cute as can be.

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    I had a dear friend who was disabled–couldn’t get around much, or quickly. Her cat Tiger–he wasn’t anything in particular, just a moggie–played fetch. Actually brought the toy back to you. His favorites were those little furry toy mice.

    One morning Nola woke up to find three or four toy mice on her chest.

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