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  Moo yucking Because we found some unwanted guests emanating from Tiger (worms, probably pre-installed before he moved here from an insect-infested apartment), the whole feline crew got a dose of deworming. Moo, our lanky teenage optimist, was thrilled —a new experience! He even opened his mouth like a baby bird, ready for the mystery morsel. I dropped in the pill. And then… betrayal. His eyes widened in cinematic disbelief. Was this poison? With operatic flair, he launched the pill halfway across the room, then began a dramatic tongue routine—rapid in-out flicks, punctuated by a chorus of “yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck…” that lasted a full minute. The only meow he ever uses came next—a high-pitched squeal of accusation. Then, with the dignity of a wronged prince, he turned his back, leapt off the counter, and vanished into the bedroom. Guess we’re shopping for the liquid version. For more posts about Moo (the un-cat), click HERE . Learn more about cats. See our many  Caturda...

Our feral-turned-feline-friend, Sophia Ever had a domesticated darling go full feral in a flash? Or a streetwise bruiser melt into a trembling puffball at the vet, making you look like a drama queen for warning “He’s a killer”? Welcome to the feline paradox. 🔹 Triggers for the feral flip Even the most pampered housecat can channel her inner alley warrior when: Cornered or restrained (especially by unfamiliar hands) Overstimulated (petting that goes one stroke too far) Startled by scent or sound (new animals, vet smells, vacuum cleaners) Pain or illness (cats mask discomfort until they can’t) It’s not betrayal—it’s survival. Cats are wired to react first, apologize never. 🔹 Why ferals flop at the vet My beautiful, untouchable at the time, Sophia, a Sokoke (those last remaining remnants of the wild cat-converted-to-domesticity breeds), generally untouchable and out of reach, terroized me when I carriered her for her first vet visit after rescuing her. Oh, my! What would she do...

  Intrepid and Murjan, looking out the sliding door Ever wonder what your cat sees when she stares out the window or pounces on a dust mote? Feline vision is a marvel of adaptation—built for twilight hunting, not color theory. 🔹 Color, but not like us Cats aren’t stuck in black and white. They see muted shades of blue and green, but reds and pinks fade into grayish tones. Think of their world as a cool-toned watercolor—less vibrant, but rich in contrast. 🔹 Night vision ninjas Thanks to a high rod-to-cone ratio in their retinas, cats excel in low light. Their eyes gather ambient light like moonlight collectors, making them stealthy navigators at dawn and dusk. 🔹 Motion over detail Cats don’t see fine detail as sharply as humans, but they’re masters of detecting movement. A twitching tail or fluttering insect grabs their attention faster than a static toy. And then there’s Simone. Blind, but not broken. She maps her world through whiskers, scent, and memory. We’ve learned t...