A bit freaky. I'm sure my cats could think of better things to do with thumbs, as milk makes them a bit pooey. Pooter would be really scary with thumbs. He can already open the cat door when it's locked.
Yes, my friend R's Burmese could open a door by swinging on the string bag hung on the handle till it turned, and then sticking his little paw under the door and pulling it towards him, when he was still practically a kitten.
Ducky, Basil has recently developed the ability to open the cat door if it's not locked from both directions, which is vety irritating and a bit scary. When we lived in a house with lever door handles instead of round doorknobs, he could jump up and flip them open.
Milk makes him get an itchy arse so I don't let him have any, but he still gets all excited if you say 'milk' to him.
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Love it, thank you. And the Dark Lord on the opening sequence looks very much like our Jazz.
A bit freaky. I'm sure my cats could think of better things to do with thumbs, as milk makes them a bit pooey. Pooter would be really scary with thumbs. He can already open the cat door when it's locked.
Yes, my friend R's Burmese could open a door by swinging on the string bag hung on the handle till it turned, and then sticking his little paw under the door and pulling it towards him, when he was still practically a kitten.
I particularly like the embroidering cat.
Ducky, Basil has recently developed the ability to open the cat door if it's not locked from both directions, which is vety irritating and a bit scary. When we lived in a house with lever door handles instead of round doorknobs, he could jump up and flip them open.
Milk makes him get an itchy arse so I don't let him have any, but he still gets all excited if you say 'milk' to him.
My cats, for some reason that eludes me. generally let the milk turn onto yoghurt before they'll touch it.
Doesn't give them the shits, as far as I can tell, though.
The reason cats don't have opposable thumbs is that it would just suggest more opportunities for unnecessarily exerting themselves.
According to the comment bitch this is a "ganteden" outcome.
Like. A lot.
"... our new feline overlords"?
You haven't been paying attention.
Who needs thumbs when you've got humans?
I laughed = my headache disappeared. Thanks.
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