PHOTO: Cats...it's how THEY roll.

:-)

...I had my first cats for 15 years, both exclusively indoor cats, both passed away within a few months of each other from old age-related illness. One was a male cat, one female. The male cat was like a dog in terms of affection...just unconditional and non-stop. The female came looking for attention when she wanted affection.

So when I lost them emerged from my period of grieving, it was off to the pound I went.

And I saw Seiko (7 months old, the previous owners named her "Ginger," I changed it to "Seiko."

She was a little heartbreaker, to be sure. But on the first visit I said "No, she's a female cat."

Second visit, they were cleaning her cage, so they had her in a metal cat carrier on the floor. She looked up at me through teh bard and I thought "What a little heartbreaker, but no, she's a female cat."

Then I went home and couldn't think about anything other than that little face looking up at me through those bars. I went back for visit number three. The Santa Clara Humane Society...at the time...had little "paw prints" pained on the walkway that led back to the kennels. I looked at those paw prints and hustled my ass back there and put my hand on the door knob and said "If she's there, she's coming home with ME." My heart sank as I went inside, not prepared for her not being there, but...THERE SHE WAS. I GRABBED the card from the front of her cage and almost RAN back to the office.

You are supposed to confine new cats to a single room for at LEAST several days before you give them the run of the house. I put her in the bathroom with food, water, litter box and a nice soft blanket, and while I didn't want to scare or disturb her, I went in every couple of hours to talk gently to her, pet her a bit, and leave (she was still coming out of the anesthetic after "being fixed"...a rule for all adopted cats).

So I figured "This is working out really well. In a few days she'll be ready to come out."

Then, after my last visit (around 10 PM) she just started crying this pitiful little cry and wouldn't stop. So I opened the door and thought "What the hell" and she very deliberately marched down the hall, did a bit of exploring, went out to the living room, jumped up on the sofa, got comfortable, and went to sleep.

She was perfectly box trained before I got her (she makes a REAL production of covering everything up) and has never touched the furniture (my previous male cat, as much as I loved him, SHREDDED my old sofas).

So it is now 9 years later and Seiko is still playing me like a cheap violin.

Female cats. Females of any species, for that matter...I think most "enlightened" men know EXACTLY who's in charge.

:-)

Love those freckles on her nose.

I'd only had female cats all my life, when I went to a cattery and the lady who ran it told me that in her opinion, male cats are far more affectionate. I didn't believe her, at all!

So there I was with 2 female cats, who were lovely, very sweet when they wanted attention or fed, and then these male cats started showing up on my deck to be fed. They weren't after the females, who were fixed and indoor cats anyway, these guys just wanted food and a little bit of attention. Time passed, and I eventually took in 3 of those guys. I have to say, they are so friendly and loving, just kinda different from the girls. I call one my "kitty dog puppy cat - he adores me!! (Yeah, yeah, it may be an act . . . LOL)

Such a sweet story about adopting your girl -- yep, she plays ya alright!

:loveya:

My cat is female and she's affectionate. :-)

Males wander more, even neutered males.

He is the most ball stabbing cat in the world.

They really do that, don't they? :rofl: