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well, i try to tell the cats what to do, and want them to come when i call so i can pet them.... they just don't listen.

but yet, they meow, and we feed them or let them outside.... it seems to me a lopsided relationship.

Cats were not domesticated. They domesticated us.

LOL

Most the cats I've ever known were barn cats who were grateful to have somebody to go to for a little extra food and ear skritches. The exception was a part Siamese, fluffy kitten who only wanted to be loved and who wanted to do whatever I was doing. She had such a different sort of character from the barn cats. Even at their friendliest they always had a way about them that said that they weren't entirely sure of me. Ophelia never questioned that I would love her. The one day I lightly swatted her she was totally confused.

That's so sweet *squees* that's different from most cats I've met in that they'll go off on their own after their stomach's full.

Our two cats are a bit uncertain about me most of the time... The older one will let me pick him up and cuddle for a while, but the younger one squirms and struggles most of the time when she's held. It kinda bugs Mom because we just want to love on the doofus.

My experience reflects Tam's mostly. Then again, that's because my cat(s) are barn cats.
Biggest thing is that some we adopted from the streets (as opposed to the shelter), and they hide all the time because they don't want to go to the vet. (And don't like being made to behave)

We had one house cat turned barncat when I was a kid, and poor Amanda was very attached to me. She was also a mighty hunter that went for big game.

Ophelia would gladly have snuggled in my lap any time I was sitting, or followed me around when I was up. She even wanted to take showers with me, but the slippery tub wigged her out.

our youngest is a rescue. she escaped from the shed that the neighbor kids were keeping her in 'cause their mom didn't want them to have a kitten... and she wandered up a couple houses to our neighbor's bushes back in April, where Mom was doing yardwork.

Itty bitty pity kitty of d'oh agogo. Is she still as ditzy?

And how. She's so clumsy sometimes, it's like she doesn't know how to cat. The other night, I pulled out the chair she was laying on in the kitchen so I could try and pet her, and she rolled right off of it and landed on the floor with a thump while trying to get away.

Can she see and hear alright?

As far as we're able to tell, yes. But I sometimes notice that one of her eyes seems a little wonky.

Meep. That's not good.

She's healthy, according to the vet.

Same vet that didn't sew her shut properly after her operation?

Different one at the same office