It's also extremely overblown. Even if a cat has toxoplasmosis, it's not contagious unless the cat is very sick itself and even then only through its' feces, which I suppose could get on a cat's claws, but for your normal healthy indoor/outdoor cat it's a non-issue.
It's also extremely overblown. Even if a cat has toxoplasmosis, it's not contagious unless the cat is very sick itself and even then only through its' feces, which I suppose could get on a cat's claws, but for your normal healthy indoor/outdoor cat it's a non-issue.
Cat poops, cat buries poop with hind feet, cat gets picked up, cat hears a scary noise and digs back claws into your chest shoulders and head as it climbs over you to escape
Also, as many can-openers will know, some others will watch you doing your thing, without you being able to stop them, and learn from that to use the loo in comical but clean ways.
Comical as in how they crouch on the lid, hind legs spread wide, butt hanging low over the middle, forelegs on the front.
Clean as in not hitting the lid.
They basically want their shit "gone" without having to mess with it. If they see/watch/understand/learn a possibility to do that, they'll use it.
(In my personal experience with the small sample size I have. Though there are many writings from others, describing the same)
I'm not sure, I never really thought about it much until my grandma. Her whole life she vehemently hated cats, literally believed they stole souls of babies. Black cats were just unthinkable to her. She'd never lived in a house with cats pretty much her entire life.
She ended up moving in with my aunt when she couldn't look after herself any more. My aunt had a small black cat. At first my grandma hated it. She was terrified of it, would shoo it away, kick him outside and stuff. But after a few months of living there, out of nowhere like a switch had been flipped, she suddenly loved that cat. She'd spend hours watching TV with him on her lap, would go looking for him to give him treats, would get concerned if he was outside too long, that cat became one of her favourite things.
I mean maybe she just had a change of heart after a lifetime of ingrained hatred and fear, but her attitude towards pretty much everything else never really changed.
When you get to a certain age, the constant worries of toxoplasmosis that one has while young fade away; especially if you have had children already. Companionship becomes more important. That's what has happened in my family, although I haven't warmed up to the idea yet.