Elderly old boy, Jules the Beauceron, has to have 2 pills per day to prevent further AVCs (mini strokes).
I give him the first of the day immediately after my own 4 in the morning, in a piece of chevre cheese bought especially for the purpose. I extend it on a non sharp, broad bladed, butter knife (I know he is impressed when I tell him it was my Grandma’s) and he eagerly drags it off and, after chewing and swallowing it, he licks both sides of the knife.
Once done, I withdraw the knife and ask for a kiss before gently pecking him on the top of his snout. At that moment he decided to give his snout a clean with his tongue and my pursed lips came in direct contact with a very long, soft and warm, tongue. Eugh !
I’m very glad our cat isn’t a licker, though he did manage - I think absent-mindedly - to do it a few times last evening while he was doing his pre-sleep groom.
Unfortunately I’ve caught his drool a couple of times when he was shaking his head
In the nicest possible way, our Charlee is a licker.
She loves sitting on the back of the settee and when Stuart has had a bath, or even when he’s done a load of work and has worked up a (salty) sweat, and he sits on the settee she licks/washes his head. She normally puts one of her paws on his forehead to steady herself up and when she really gets into the groove, she digs her claws in. Sometimes she gets a bit carried away and poor old Stuart feels the effect! I don’t know who enjoys it more though - Charlee or Stuart
I had a friend, now decamped to Brooklyn, NY, who taught my Border Collie to give "Kissies" Big, big kissies!" This resulted in my dog’s’ muzzle halfway down her throat. Revolting.
Rachel. What a lovely cat! And so regal on the cat perch.
My mother had a little cat, à British short haired blue. A beautiful cat with a lovely nature. She had one litter of kittens before she was spayed, she was a stray so during the time she was taken in she was courted by the Tom cats in the vicinity hence the litter.
Growing up, we always had a cat and a dog in the family. To go back to David’s original post, I’ve always preferred the rough tongue of a cat to the smooth tongue of a dog.
Me too for the rough cat’s tongue - and Stuart gets special treatment from Charlee when he comes out of the shower. She sits on the back of the settee and ‘washes’ his head. She also sticks her claws into his head to get a good grip.
Can’t bear to hear of animals being abandoned. We have always been adopted by cats over the years. Some were more intelligent than others. One long haired tortoiseshell came to live with us from someone who had taken her in, across the street from us. She didn’t like living with other cats so was happy to come to us. She brought in some ‘presents’ of tiny dead mammals but stopped when we told her that her offerings weren’t needed. She was much loved. My MIL called her ‘ our baby cat’ and it took me sometime to realise she meant à substitute for a baby!
Stuart took this yesterday - it shows Bobby on the ‘play station’ and if you look at post no. 9 you will see Charlee sitting regally on it too. Our Bobby is certainly much bigger than Charlee and only just fits on it.
