The tabby cat moves....nice wait out at the beginning,

I seriously want that cat. I love grey tabby dude cats, they are magical little beings.

I'm obviously not up to date on this Tabby star thing. Anyone?

I never purchase animals from breeders or shops, because I view their ilk as unethical in the face of the thousands of animals that ALREADY EXIST and DIE every year.

Stupid humans and their penchant for declaring one set of genetic qualities as better than another. A dog is a dog. A cat is a cat. Save the ones that need saving and halt your superfluous breeding to make money off of selective assholes.

I've owned a beautiful russian blue, orange tabby, dalmatian mix, german shepard, and austrailian cattle dog that I purchased from the pound. Pretty cheap, I did a good deed, and they ended up being some of the greatest companions of my life.

Seriously, stop breeding animals for so-called "pure" breeds. It's sickening. Actual lovers of animals and all things cuddly, think about this fact and stop doublethinking yourself into believing you're an animal lover. You're NOT. You love the idea of something cute that you believe is superior to another something that is less cute. And that line of thinking most certainly does not qualify you for anything other than a cretin.

To cute, or not to cute, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler for the dog to suffer
The claws and paws of outrageous furry,
Or to take barks against a Sea of tabbies,
And by opposing send them: to the cold,
Hard floor, to sleep
No more;

Whoa...twilight zone indeed!!! Did you not see the intelligent looking orange tabby on the right side of the picture?? (right beside the laptop)! Did he mysteriously vanish when you clicked to view? I bet that little bastard was slacking off again!!!

Seriously though, certain breeds wouldn't stand for this, certain cats raised in dissimilar environs either- Others like ginger here, could give a fuck and may actually enjoy it. Orange here, having been raised by Sparky Mc Larky, seems to take it with a grain of "meh."
braschlosans' correct here and as any cat person knows, kitty will let you know when your puny manipulation becomes tiresome.
Generic orange tabbies are generally an anything-goes sorta variety....Tomcat material

Tabby: "Whee!"
Black cat: "WTF!" Thud!
Tabby: "Whatcha doing? Is it fun? It looks like fun!"

Dude, that alley-tabby has a long past from the looks of it-Straight-Up New Delhi Alley cat, scars and muscles to prove it-He's been pads, paws, n claws since the day he was born in that alley, next TO the crocodile! They're probably friends and play alla time!

Oh and that cat has probably fucked everything within a 10 mile radius of that alley, too!

holy shit i love tabbies!!!

God I love Tabby cats. Did you hear that little tiger roar ?

In reply to this comment by dystopianfuturetoday:
I had a feeling I might hear from you. Your cat is very cute as well, how old is he? Bee sure to check out my latest video. It's a cat in a sock. Crazy, right?
In reply to this comment by PlayhousePals:
I'm new here, just perusing the site. I had to comment when I saw such a creative selection for your profile pic! Excellent taste I must say


He just turned one on March 25. I have an orange tabby who will be 8 years and a Himalayan mix turning 16 this year. Seems I have a seven year itch when it comes to adding a new feline family member. Cat in a sock is definitely crazy! ... nice to meet you

I got my first kitty when I was in third grade. I went to the pet store and my mom asked me to pick one. I couldn't find one that I made a connection with, so I didn't get a kitty that day. A couple trips later and found this one little tabby, meowing really loudly and trying desperately to jump down from her second level cage to get to me. I felt an immediate bond, and the little tabby became my new friend, Natasha. Since she lived a couple years as an only cat, she seemed to believe she was human. She was not afraid of anyone or anything. She even had the power to intimidate huge dogs that walked by our house just by staring them down. And she liked to talk. When ever she would see a new person, she would say hello. Say hello back and she'd meow again. Sometimes you could go back and forth with her a dozen times. Her voice was very loud, and she would use it to get herself fed at ungodly parts of the morning. She also had this thing where she would jump on your bed and kneed your chest and purr for a long time. She had a lot of love in her heart.

She lived 17 years. She eventually got skinnier and weaker and the vet said there was nothing to be done. I remember I knew which night she was going to pass. I was supposed to rehearse with a band I was playing with, but I called them and told them I wouldn't be there. I fell asleep next to her on the couch and woke up just before she passed. She started breathing heavier, and I knew it was time. I gently put my hands on her, comforting her last minute, and then she passed.

Losing a good friend is so hard. My heart is with you, Sheppard.