Apparently, cats can get a form of Alzheimers…
CATS can suffer from a feline form of Alzheimer’s disease, Edinburgh scientists revealed today.
A study into ageing cats identified a key protein which can build up in the nerve cells in their brains and cause mental deterioration, similar to that in humans.
The research was carried out by scientists at the University of Edinburgh, as well as universities at St Andrews, Bristol and California.
Dr Danielle Gunn-Moore, of Edinburgh University, said: “We’ve known for a long time that cats develop dementia, but this study tells us that the cat’s neural system is being compromised.”
Here are some of the common signs that your cat has Alzheimers:
- You cat cannot remember its involvement in cheese-for-catnip deals with mice.
- Your cat finds it necessary to retire from its leadership role in the National Ratkilling Association.
I will add more as the day goes by, but feel free to make your own suggestions in the comments.
Your cat can’t remember the difference between the names Barack Obama and Osama Bin Laden.
When suffering from feline Alzheimer’s, your cat acts like it doesn’t recognize you, or remember who you are, and treats you with disdain.
Wait a minute….how could you tell the difference?
Who cares? They’re cats…
Your cat forgets he’s been declawed, and picks a fight with the neighbor’s Doberman.
//We’ve known for a long time that cats develop dementia…//
You don’t say.
It usually occurs around the time their eyes open for the first time.
Old Deuteronomy keeps confusing Grizabella with The Magical Mr. Mistoffelees.
Your cat forgets how long its slept, and so sleeps the whole day.
Your cat thinks it hasn’t been fed, despite the freshly opened tuna can in the garbage.
Your cat claims that the army is broken between grooming sessions.
Me-huh?
Your cat suggests basing a quick reaction force for Iraq in Okinawa.
Explains why my little tabby, Tater, can never find her car keys, and sometimes calls me Jimmy. But Jimmy passed away years ago, and they never got along.
Your cat wanders from room to room, trying to remember where its catnip mouse is. But when it finds it, can’t remember what to do with it.
Your cat jumps up onto where the couch used to be…
The great thing about having Alzheiers is all the new people you meet every day.
So, perhapse this is the liberal’s excuse for not being able to remember a scrap of history?
We had loads of cats around when I was a kid. I was allergic to them. We kept cats anyway. Thanks Ma!
Cats do vary in intelligence, dumb, dumber, and exceptional. Ok, we had one that was smart but possessed by demons, dangerous and evil, but this is about another exceptionally dumb cat.
Cat jumps into cat box, pointlessly digs around, craps over side, pointlessly digs some more as if actually covering something. The cat missed so many times mom started putting the cat box in the shower. Cleaning up Cat poo in the morning before taking a shower is a real drag.
Cat jumps up on stove and begs mom for food, sits on live burner. The cat would stay on the burner for the longest time. I swear he did this a dozen times. We had put the flames out with a dishtowel a couple times. I’m not sure if he had slow reflexes or was brain damaged.
Jumps on my chest while I’m lying down. Nice Kitty! I start to pet him. The cat lifts himself a bit and unloads a big ol’ piss right in the middle of my chest. G## Damned F#### Cat!!! Later, I get yelled at for slamming the cat against the wall. NOT F#### FUNNY at all.
He was in the yard stalking a rabbit. I come around the corner and the rabbit runs away from me straight into the cat. The rabbit slamed strait into the cats head. Thunk! The cat sits there for ten minutes with a perplexed look about him.
I forgot to mention. Dad got up early one morning and heard this muffled meow. He got mom up and they couldn’t find the cat anywhere. Turns out the cat had somehow gotten shut in the deep freeze. I swear it wasn’t me!
God, I hate cats!
Suddenly your cat starts blogging.
Your cat starts acting like a bloodhound.
Happened with a couple of neighborhood stray kittens. They were hanging out at my grandma’s. She enlisted my cousin to take them away down the street. He did, only to have them sniff their way right back.