What I learned today
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Cats from the same litter can have different fathers. I didn’t know that. It’s probably how Pistachio (Tuxedo) and Mags (Russian Blue) are siblings…
The Brad
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@kluurs said in What I learned today:
Cats refuse to read the Bible - immoral creatures.
Mine reads the forum. From my shoulder. And what we say is gospel…
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Cats from the same litter can have different fathers. I didn’t know that. It’s probably how Pistachio (Tuxedo) and Mags (Russian Blue) are siblings…
@LuFins-Dad said in What I learned today:
Cats from the same litter can have different fathers. I didn’t know that. It’s probably how Pistachio (Tuxedo) and Mags (Russian Blue) are siblings…
Same goes for dogs.
A buddy of mine obtained the smartest dog I've ever seen that way. There was a kennel in the region with multiple field champion Labrador Retrievers. One of the bitches got out and they were a half-day finding her.
When she had her puppies, some looked like labs, others had kinda boxer-type markings. They sold the puppies for $20 each. My buddy was tipped off and managed to get one of the solid black puppies.
J.J. grew up to be a pure black lab. Dog stayed in a fenced backyard, but he went in and out of the house. He had a different bark when he wanted to come in. He'd go get a towel and bring to you, roll on his back and let you wipe his feet. Afterwards, he'd put his towel back.
When he came in the house, he had a toy box. He loved his squeaky toys. And you could throw toys all over the house and he'd fetch them.
When he got through playing or if he was ready to go back out, he'd bark his different bark. My buddy would tell him to put his toys up. And he'd pick every one up and put it back in the toy box before he left.
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Oh, my wife would stop by on Sunday mornings and cook breakfast for everybody, including J.J.
J.J. had his own plate and his own place at the table. He'd sit in his chair patiently, drooling a bit in his plate, watching the food as it was put on the table. When you told J.J. it was time to say Grace, he'd bow his head. And you might put a biscuit in his plate, but J.J. would not eat until told he could.
I do confess, though, that dog would set up a fuss if you didn't put syrup on his biscuit...
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Lord knows the vanilla wafers I've bought for J.J. He loved them.
We'd pitch them. Maybe starting at eight feet. He'd catch them in the air and down them in two bites. Then, you'd tell him to back up and he'd scoot back on his butt a couple of feet, then We'd pitch him another wafer. This went on until we were throwing vanilla wafers 30 feet.
At that point we'd quit or he would eat the whole box.
BTW, J.J. was a good gun dog. A bit on the heavy side (too many vanilla wafers), so he needed to wear a vest to keep him warm and help him swim.
J.J. was a helluva dog.
I have very few regrets in life. One concerns J.J. My friend died, his son moved in the house. J.J. died a couple of years later. Looked like he just went to sleep one night and never woke up.
I'm more sentimental than my friend's son. I wanted to bury J.J., but I was just a few weeks past thoracic surgery and I couldn't dig. I never knew different, but I suspect J.J. was thrown in a briar patch for the buzzards and possums.
The dog deserved better. My friend deserved better.
I truly regret not doing right by that dog...
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@jon-nyc said in What I learned today:
In rare cases it happens in humans too.
Yes, it is possible to have twins with different biological fathers. The scientific term for this anomaly is “heteropaternal superfecundation,” and it’s super cool.
I’m not sure having a ho for a mother would be “super cool”…
