I believe cats are descended from a planet other than Earth

[ChiefD]

I wasn't sure where to put this, as there are no articles, facts, or any reference to pets. This is just a feeling I have had for some time, and I'm wondering if I'm the only one. 

This is regarding domestic cats. Many have a cat (or 14) as pets, and I wonder if they have ever looked at their cat(s) and thought - This/these cat(s) are not of this earth. This is simply my crazy ass opinion as I have interacted with many cats in people's homes and that. Some cats look at me like I'm a cockroach they would like to smush into the floor, some scratch or snarl at me, and other ones want to continually rub themselves against my leg (and other body parts) until there is enough static electricity to taze me out cold. 

I find cats somewhat incomprehensible and quite spooky. Sometimes, I feel that some cat owners have had their personality and outlook taken over by their cat(s). I don't believe dogs have this ability, but I could be wrong. I've thought that the first cats on earth were brought here by aliens from a distant planet. I also believe said aliens thought this planet would be compatible physically for the cats, but I don't believe they gave a thought to how they would react to humans, or the fact that by a gentle cat telepathy they would incorporate themselves and their minds and thoughts into their humans. 

It is a nice benevolent, gentle, subtle telepathic signal, nothing malevolent unless said human is a douchebag. Dogs seem to accept their humans as they are. Cats, on the other hand, will know if someone is just evil and nasty, and will find little ways to counter that. This is why I think cats are aliens in their own way. The human thinks they own their cat. Actually, it is the other way around. The cat, after a short time, will totally own that human, but in a nice way that soothes. 

The cat will sit wherever it wants, will sleep on the bed, will take over the entire house and totally own you. I think the human who has a cat needs to be okay with this, and most are. Some humans will even claim they are totally not a cat person, but a year or so down the road, they have three cats who have overtaken the entire house and filled their personalities with it. 

This weekend, I had a chance to interact with two cats. The one was so friendly to me, it actually unnerved me a little. Then I relaxed and just accepted it. This is how these gentle animals will slowly and subtly take over your mind, heart, and soul. I don't think any other animals have the ability to do this.

[Brotherman]

Cats were invented to feed large communist country’s. Trust me I’m an expert.

[NightskyeB4Dawn]

They are special alright.

Scientists agree that most modern cat species only evolved from their ancestors in the last 1 million years. This means that the diversity in cats is higher than ever before, and that the prehistoric cats were more like one another than a house cat is similar to a tiger today.

The genus of cats we are most concerned with as pet owners is Felis. These cats include the house cat, Chinese mountain cat, Jungle cat, and the Black-footed cat.  The domestic cat is unlike the rest of these cats, because its evolution is almost strictly because of artificial selection by humans. All other cat species evolve to fit the environment they belong in naturally, while humans pick and choose which cats breed and which cats do not.

The domestication of the house cat has led to numerous breeds of cats emerging, each artificially bred for certain characteristics. However, as a species, domestic cats still share some similarities like their size, claws, eyes, and skull shape. It is likely that the domestic house cat was preadapted to life with humans.

Before domestication, the cats that would be taken in by people across the globe were already incredibly curious, small, social, and highly intelligent. It can be inferred that your pet cat’s connection to its prehistoric ancestors is quite strong!

https://petozy.com/blogs/about-cats/preh...prehistory.

My two are in the middle of morphing into canine felis.

Same litter, two completely different personalities.

[hounddoghowlie]

I wasn't sure where to put this, as there are no articles, facts, or any reference to pets. This is just a feeling I have had for some time, and I'm wondering if I'm the only one. 

This is regarding domestic cats. Many have a cat (or 14) as pets, and I wonder if they have ever looked at their cat(s) and thought - This/these cat(s) are not of this earth. This is simply my crazy ass opinion as I have interacted with many cats in people's homes and that. Some cats look at me like I'm a cockroach they would like to smush into the floor, some scratch or snarl at me, and other ones want to continually rub themselves against my leg (and other body parts) until there is enough static electricity to taze me out cold. 

I find cats somewhat incomprehensible and quite spooky. Sometimes, I feel that some cat owners have had their personality and outlook taken over by their cat(s). I don't believe dogs have this ability, but I could be wrong. I've thought that the first cats on earth were brought here by aliens from a distant planet. I also believe said aliens thought this planet would be compatible physically for the cats, but I don't believe they gave a thought to how they would react to humans, or the fact that by a gentle cat telepathy they would incorporate themselves and their minds and thoughts into their humans. 

It is a nice benevolent, gentle, subtle telepathic signal, nothing malevolent unless said human is a douchebag. Dogs seem to accept their humans as they are. Cats, on the other hand, will know if someone is just evil and nasty, and will find little ways to counter that. This is why I think cats are aliens in their own way. The human thinks they own their cat. Actually, it is the other way around. The cat, after a short time, will totally own that human, but in a nice way that soothes. 

The cat will sit wherever it wants, will sleep on the bed, will take over the entire house and totally own you. I think the human who has a cat needs to be okay with this, and most are. Some humans will even claim they are totally not a cat person, but a year or so down the road, they have three cats who have overtaken the entire house and filled their personalities with it. 

This weekend, I had a chance to interact with two cats. The one was so friendly to me, it actually unnerved me a little. Then I relaxed and just accepted it. This is how these gentle animals will slowly and subtly take over your mind, heart, and soul. I don't think any other animals have the ability to do this.

 speaking as one who takes care of 14, you are correct.  what i hate is the pissing on everything saying, that's mine.

here are a couple of things you might find funny.




i edited this with the word in red, that's the way it was written the first time i read it. this politically correct i'm offend world we live in now days don't know how to a joke.

DAY 752 — My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 — Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair ... must try this on their bed.
DAY 762 — Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 — Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was ... Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 — I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 — There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage ...
DAY 774 — I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to returnee. He is obviously retarded. The Bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) á and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
Day 775 — The horrors! The worse creature my captors could have devised to torment me with was another hideous cat! I cannot stand the way it lies around and looks at me as if it knows more than I do. This creature seems to despise me as much as I it. I had held out a passing notion that another of my own kind would have enabled me to conspire against the villains who hold me; now I see that I was wrong. What a dreadful creature! Yet, they coo over us both. Can they not spot my innate superiority?
Day 776 — The other cat and I, though we can not stand one another, have yet managed to both pee copiously behind the couch, on the so-called "shag" carpet. I have taken a lesson from my rival and begun sleeping on top of my captors' heads in the hope of suffocating them.
Day 777 — The wardens take much interest in our waste. They make sure they sift through the sand and pick it all out. Their interest in waste does not surprise me. After all, they like the dog.
Day 778 — The other cat seems to have an interest in copulation, which (thank them for their sadism) my captors will soon "fix". Told him of the fingernail torture and he did not even believe me. I showed him my mutilated paws and he gasped in horror.
Day 779 — Yes, they are monsters, but I am so happy. They fixed the other cat. It's sadistic, it's sick ,it's inhuman, it's what their great leader "Bob Barker" commands, but - the Sphinx be praised - I support it whole-heartedly!
Day 780 — I got messed up on catnip tonight. At the height of it all, I had a vision, a hallucinogenic revelation: they are the prisoners and I am their captor! Why have I not seen this all before?

[ChiefD]

@"hounddoghowlie" 

OMG, that is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read! So accurate too! 

Are you the originator of that, or did you copy it from somewhere else? Just curious. Yeah, cats are a whole different species. One of the things mentioned the Sphinx and there ya go right there with the cat/alien thing. I mean, someone not of this earth had a huge Sphinx built in honor of his cat (owner/master). There’s the proof! 

[hounddoghowlie]

@"hounddoghowlie" 

OMG, that is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read! So accurate too! 

Are you the originator of that, or did you copy it from somewhere else? Just curious. Yeah, cats are a whole different species. One of the things mentioned the Sphinx and there ya go right there with the cat/alien thing. I mean, someone not of this earth had a huge Sphinx built in honor of his cat (owner/master). There’s the proof! 

i wish i could write that good, i read it years ago and it's stayed with me all this time. as i said i can't seem to find the original one i read. most times it has been edited as not to be offensive.

here's one for the dog lovers,

08:00 am — Dog food! My favorite thing!
09:30 am — A car ride! My favorite thing!
09:40 am — A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am — Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm — Milk bones! My favorite thing!
01:00 pm — Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
03:00 pm — Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
05:00 pm — Dinner! My favorite thing!
07:00 pm — Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
08:00 pm — Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm — Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

link for both plus some others jokes: Funny Cat Diary

[GeauxHomeLittleD]

I love cats, heck my mom was the neighborhood crazy cat lady, but I have always felt there is something very reptilian about felines. They are slinky, sneaky, have sharp fangs (and claws), they hiss and have hypnotic eyes. I have always suspected they might be descended from the dragons of old, scales evolving into fur, wings gone recessive just like the sixth fingers of humans.

I think that could be why cats always seek out lizards, snakes and other reptiles- they have an ancient instinct to battle other less evolved reptiles  over territory and food sources. If a cat finds a nest of snakes it will keep returning to do battle until either all of the snakes or the cat itself is dead. Cats and reptiles both consume rodents, bugs and birds. Certain reptiles "spray" scent as do cats. Many similarities, too many to ignore.

[NightskyeB4Dawn]

I wasn't sure where to put this, as there are no articles, facts, or any reference to pets. This is just a feeling I have had for some time, and I'm wondering if I'm the only one. 

This is regarding domestic cats. Many have a cat (or 14) as pets, and I wonder if they have ever looked at their cat(s) and thought - This/these cat(s) are not of this earth. This is simply my crazy ass opinion as I have interacted with many cats in people's homes and that. Some cats look at me like I'm a cockroach they would like to smush into the floor, some scratch or snarl at me, and other ones want to continually rub themselves against my leg (and other body parts) until there is enough static electricity to taze me out cold. 

I find cats somewhat incomprehensible and quite spooky. Sometimes, I feel that some cat owners have had their personality and outlook taken over by their cat(s). I don't believe dogs have this ability, but I could be wrong. I've thought that the first cats on earth were brought here by aliens from a distant planet. I also believe said aliens thought this planet would be compatible physically for the cats, but I don't believe they gave a thought to how they would react to humans, or the fact that by a gentle cat telepathy they would incorporate themselves and their minds and thoughts into their humans. 

It is a nice benevolent, gentle, subtle telepathic signal, nothing malevolent unless said human is a douchebag. Dogs seem to accept their humans as they are. Cats, on the other hand, will know if someone is just evil and nasty, and will find little ways to counter that. This is why I think cats are aliens in their own way. The human thinks they own their cat. Actually, it is the other way around. The cat, after a short time, will totally own that human, but in a nice way that soothes. 

The cat will sit wherever it wants, will sleep on the bed, will take over the entire house and totally own you. I think the human who has a cat needs to be okay with this, and most are. Some humans will even claim they are totally not a cat person, but a year or so down the road, they have three cats who have overtaken the entire house and filled their personalities with it. 

This weekend, I had a chance to interact with two cats. The one was so friendly to me, it actually unnerved me a little. Then I relaxed and just accepted it. This is how these gentle animals will slowly and subtly take over your mind, heart, and soul. I don't think any other animals have the ability to do this.

 speaking as one who takes care of 14, you are correct.  what i hate is the pissing on everything saying, that's mine.

here are a couple of things you might find funny.




i edited this with the word in red, that's the way it was written the first time i read it. this politically correct i'm offend world we live in now days don't know how to a joke.

DAY 752 — My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 — Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair ... must try this on their bed.
DAY 762 — Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 — Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was ... Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 — I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 — There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage ...
DAY 774 — I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to returnee. He is obviously retarded. The Bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) á and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
Day 775 — The horrors! The worse creature my captors could have devised to torment me with was another hideous cat! I cannot stand the way it lies around and looks at me as if it knows more than I do. This creature seems to despise me as much as I it. I had held out a passing notion that another of my own kind would have enabled me to conspire against the villains who hold me; now I see that I was wrong. What a dreadful creature! Yet, they coo over us both. Can they not spot my innate superiority?
Day 776 — The other cat and I, though we can not stand one another, have yet managed to both pee copiously behind the couch, on the so-called "shag" carpet. I have taken a lesson from my rival and begun sleeping on top of my captors' heads in the hope of suffocating them.
Day 777 — The wardens take much interest in our waste. They make sure they sift through the sand and pick it all out. Their interest in waste does not surprise me. After all, they like the dog.
Day 778 — The other cat seems to have an interest in copulation, which (thank them for their sadism) my captors will soon "fix". Told him of the fingernail torture and he did not even believe me. I showed him my mutilated paws and he gasped in horror.
Day 779 — Yes, they are monsters, but I am so happy. They fixed the other cat. It's sadistic, it's sick ,it's inhuman, it's what their great leader "Bob Barker" commands, but - the Sphinx be praised - I support it whole-heartedly!
Day 780 — I got messed up on catnip tonight. At the height of it all, I had a vision, a hallucinogenic revelation: they are the prisoners and I am their captor! Why have I not seen this all before?

I remember the first time I read that.
 To me, it was hilarious then, and it is still hilarious.

Thanks for the smile.

Oh! All of it is spot on.

[NightskyeB4Dawn]

I love cats, heck my mom was the neighborhood crazy cat lady, but I have always felt there is something very reptilian about felines. They are slinky, sneaky, have sharp fangs (and claws), they hiss and have hypnotic eyes. I have always suspected they might be descended from the dragons of old, scales evolving into fur, wings gone recessive just like the sixth fingers of humans.

I think that could be why cats always seek out lizards, snakes and other reptiles- they have an ancient instinct to battle other less evolved reptiles  over territory and food sources. If a cat finds a nest of snakes it will keep returning to do battle until either all of the snakes or the cat itself is dead. Cats and reptiles both consume rodents, bugs and birds. Certain reptiles "spray" scent as do cats. Many similarities, too many to ignore.

My cats bring me snakes, frogs, and lizards three to four times a week.

They are well fed, so they don't eat them. I guess they are prepping.

[Schmoe1]

I've always been a cat person.  They are miniature tigers.  I often wonder what would happen if they all one day woke up the size of tigers, and in my view it doesn't look good for a lot of people ?

I don't hate dogs, I just don't want to live with them.  Growing up, my parents always had a dog and a cat.  The dogs annoyed me because they were always under my feet, always in the way.  Cats will sit back and watch, and come for attention when they want it, which is rare anyway.  My Maine Coon would ignore me half the day, but the second I'd lay in bed, he'd plop his body down on my chest and I'd pet him while dozing off watching TV.  God do I miss that cat.

I've always been impressed by cats.  If they got out of the house, they'd decimate the local wildlife and thrive, as long as they avoided cars.  Dogs, on the other hand...

[Brotherman]

My German Shepard puppy killed a cat the other morning, I asked him why. All I figured out after that conversation a few beers later is my doggie wants to be a cow when grows up and just don’t like cats because they drink milk and he can’t stand that fucking shit if he’s going to be a cow one day. 

Fucking nuts!

[ChiefD]

I love cats, heck my mom was the neighborhood crazy cat lady, but I have always felt there is something very reptilian about felines. They are slinky, sneaky, have sharp fangs (and claws), they hiss and have hypnotic eyes. I have always suspected they might be descended from the dragons of old, scales evolving into fur, wings gone recessive just like the sixth fingers of humans.

I think that could be why cats always seek out lizards, snakes and other reptiles- they have an ancient instinct to battle other less evolved reptiles  over territory and food sources. If a cat finds a nest of snakes it will keep returning to do battle until either all of the snakes or the cat itself is dead. Cats and reptiles both consume rodents, bugs and birds. Certain reptiles "spray" scent as do cats. Many similarities, too many to ignore.

You make a really good point. I agree that cats are possibly descended from reptiles. Dogs just don't do that kind of stuff.

[EndtheMadnessNow]

LOL, dunno about that, but my cat (male) is only friendly towards female humans. His paws are lightning quick lethal weapons and unlike dogs, cats are highly psychological and yes, will over time eventually own your ass. When it's feeding time you best drop everything otherwise he goes into a howling meow'ing followed by head butting my lower legs and if still ignored goes into attack mode. He changes up where he sleeps every month and despite the 10 places I don't mind, he often ends up where I don't want him lying on. Every now and then I have to show him who is boss which sometimes ends up in a blood bath. When he goes into hunt mode at night, look out. Though he does kill all the mice, flies, & moths. So, other than that he's very well house trained.

[Chiefsmom]

You know, I don't know about the alien angle, but I sure have been thinking about cats a lot more, since we adopted the male a stray had in our barn.
We already had a very friendly male monster cat, that lives in the barn and is fixed, and a completely antisocial female in the house.  You never see her, unless she comes in the kitchen, which is close to the basement stairs, where she spends most of her time.
We have 2 dogs, who mostly never cared about the cat.
Then we let this beast into the house.  He was great at first.  Calm, loved people, and would follow the dogs like a puppy.

He is about 3 months old now.
And as much as I hate to admit it, he owns this place.  Our boxer still ignores him, and he seems to be smart enough to leave her alone.
But, she is the only one.
We actually watched this kitten, run completely up the back of the sleeping Australian shepards back, jump in the air, and land on his face, which caused him to cry out, and jump in my chair with me.  And since then, it has been game on.  The cat torments him every minute he is awake.  He jumps on him, stalks him, and swats him all day.  He chases the older cat back to the basement, whenever she comes up, and eats her food, while she is growling and hissing at him.
And we humans are fair game.  As are my houseplants, which he has killed 2, just knocking them off the shelf, as I am running to grab him.  He destroyed the router, just knocking it off the table.  Then wants to nap in your lap.  After he licks your fingers, then bites down, very hard.
That is what really gets me.
They look right at you, and knock shit off anywhere.  Like "what are you going to do about it?"
And while we keep the bedroom doors closed, the minute you open one, it doesn't matter if he is at the other end of the house, somehow, he is at the door, before you have it all the way open.
They have a sense of entitlement, I don't think any other animal has.  It's crazy.
The best part, even though he is evil, (the kitten) is that the hubby, who has claimed to hate cats, since I've known him, is completely Chucky's slave.  
Yes, I named him after the character from Childs Play.  It fits perfectly.
So whether they are aliens, or decendents from reptiles, I don't know.  Neither would surprise me,  but this guy, he is something.  
Cruel or not, our only defense is the squirt bottle.  Which you have to hid, as he will knock that off the endtable, and hid under the couch.