The best make and model of cats; not that I've exactly been able to do a scientific survey, but cat people in my circle all report that their brown mackerel tabbies are intelligent and even-tempered.
Don't forget Thunder:
I have a Bengal because I don't want a consummate predator in my house if it isn't going to actively stalk and try to eat my family, my dog and me.
Even tempered is for boring people, randomly getting your feet bitten in the middle of the night is the way to live.
Also, cat for sale.
My brown mackerel tabby is a fantastic cat: tons of personality, super vocal and opinionated, loves attention from people but doesn't take any mess from anyone or anything. A few times a day she'll walk into the room and immediately start yelling at me. If I get up to see what she wants, she'll lead me around the house, constantly yelling, until she decides where she wants to receive her petting and ear scratches. When she was a tiny kitten, she was in a box with five of her siblings and at first we thought all the cats were yelling, but upon opening the lid we discovered that it was just my little tabby making the noise of six cats.
I know her brother, too, and he's completely different than his sister in that he's one of the quietest, most mild-mannered cats I've known. They were both stray Fresno trash cats that we fostered as newborns and then adopted as little bitty kittens from the Humane Society.
Sheesh, the Internet some days. I was looking up tabbies to see if anyone else has noticed that they seem to be even-tempered and pleasant (spoilers: they have), but then I see people discussing the "M" on their foreheads like it's some complex mystery.
Look at the vertical bars of the "M", and notice there's a light patch of fur on either side of each bar in sort of a roundish pattern. When the cat's eyes are closed -- say, when it's asleep -- the fur pattern looks sort of like wide-open eyes, while the actual eyes just look like stripes.
Squint and blur your vision just enough that you can't see the "real" eyes any longer, and the "fake" eyes will stand out.
It's not a perfect illusion, but that's not how evolution works. This was doubtless a random mutation, but it's one that provided at least a little bit of advantage, presumably by making cats look less like easy prey, or maybe buying them just an extra second of hesitation when being attacked.
And I don't imagine for a second that cats purr because the vibration promotes tissue healing (or that cats prefer A=432 Hz because magic). Far more likely: purring is how a kitten telegraphs its location to mom at the two times it needs her, i.e. when it is happily feeding or when it is scared. Subtle noise that is unlikely to attract predators but is easy to hear if you know to listen for it -- another evolutionary winner.
My two male black cats have been the most chill of all the cats I've ever had.
One is 16 and not long for this world, but he still does his part guarding the couch and ensuring I keep the food and water dishes topped up. He doesn't do much besides eat and sleep but as long as he's not in pain he's fine. It's hard knowing he won't be around for much longer, but we've been predicting his imminent demise for about two years now.
I had the blackest of long haired cats before my current one, and he was a complete bastard. Wants to be petted on your lap one minute, biting your hand till it bleeds the next without any swishing of the tail at all. He also refused to use the cat-flap to get in and out of the house, and would meow and scratch the shit out of whatever was closest until you opened the door for him, at whatever ungodly hour he deemed appropriate.
I have a theory as to why cats' demeanor seem to be ingrained since birth, but I'm not an expert and I don't think it's interesting anyway.
I read a short story once, I forget the title or who wrote it, about a nursing home that promised every resident would live to 120, and the Twilight Zone twist was that they spent 50 years chained in a cafeteria eating flavorless mush when they weren't sleeping.
That was this cat's life.
Mr. Purple Cat Esq.
That kind of lifestyle would not be conducive to long life either. It seems one needs to be physically and mentally active.
Mr. Purple Cat Esq.
Also I would wager that cats make good housepets cus they've evolved to conserve their energy by spending two thirds of their day sleeping / dozing and only hunt in short intense bursts.
They're also off in their own little world that doesn't interfere much with ours, except for the good parts like affection and litter boxes.
I know these folks who have a tabby that is at least twenty years old; he mostly lays down for awhile then quietly pads around for a bit all day in between some solid blocs of napping.
Of course, that also describes the daily routine of some much younger cats I know.
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Not all my tabbies have been even tempered, but I just lost one named Elvis, who was about 17 when he died over the summer, and he was mellow all the time. Elvis would always find the coolest spot in the entire apartment in summer, and the warmest spot in winter. That was his genius. He would stretch out on the heating vent on the floor, and try to absorb all the heat for the whole place.
Cheers to Elvis! My girlfriend had a cat named "Roy" which she named after the color spectrum (well half of it anyway) but I eventually nicknamed him Orby after Roy Orbison. By the time I first got to know him he was already about 17 and was more-or-less completely blind from glaucoma as well as a UTI that spread to his kidneys something fierce about 10 years earlier. But he was like a little Zatoichi the way he'd sneak up and either cuddlebomb or grab a quick bite from whatever it was we were eating in the split second we weren't looking, and then just go back into "innocent old man" mode and slowly walk away with his prize. It's been nearly 2 months since he passed away and we're still making food and when we accidentally drop a piece of food on the ground one of us inevitably calls his name to come and clean it up for us :)
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I have a silver tabby named Linus, and he likes to jump on my back and ride around on my shoulders. Sometimes, when I'm walking around the house, he can get up there without me even feeling it, and if distracted, I won't even notice right away. Other times, out of nowhere, he leaps from across the room, and needs toe use his claws to get his balance, and I feel like a huge antelope being taken down by an ambitious little cheetah.
We recently adopted a semi-feral black kitten. Or he adopted us. Every time we walked into the shelter, he came to us even if he was with other people.
Since getting him home, he has been great with the two large dogs and the grumpy matron cat. But as soon as the lights go out, ring forth the eschaton! No number of toys with sate his predatory nature. Even dog and human toes are at risk. ALL MUST BREAK AND BLEED FOR THE GLORY OF THE ALL-CAT!
But as soon as the lights come up, he's just the drowsey, sweet little boy we first met, sitting lonely in the corner with sad little Peter Lorre eyes.
This strikes me as consistent with most cat's I've known.
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