Bitch on the Blog

August 30, 2016


Filed under: Amusement,Animals,Atmosphere,Beauty,Psychology — bitchontheblog @ 15:03
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For light relief, and please forgive me before you continue reading, I have just come across an article stating the obvious. Namely that dogs react to the way you speak to them, your intonation.

Who’d have thought it.

I once, and once only since I am not cruel, tested this on our then two cats, Fleury and Bouncer. Despite being mother and son they couldn’t have been more different in temperament. Which was great. Who wants sameness in everyone around you?

As an aside: Unfortunately (for Bouncer) he inherited his mother’s looks and his father’s brain. The other way round would have been better (for everyone) but, being placid and not destined to be an alley cat, he made the best of both his beauty and his deficiency.

My experiment? Mitigating circumstances – both my arms broken and in plaster cast, being more or less immobilized lying on the sofa, I needed diversion from watching Bette Davis films on the loop. So, there they both were and I told them truly horrendous not so sweet nothings in a soothing voice. They purred. Oh, did they purr. Not a clue what I was actually saying. It wasn’t nice. No one talks to ME like that. Then, some time later, I shouted at them that I loved them to bits. And – guess what – just on the strength of my voice they bolted through the cat flap. It broke. Served me right. Collateral damage.

Don’t report me to the RSPCA. I wanted to prove a point. And I did. As they say in the motherland: “Intonation makes the music”. Pity in many ways. I’d rather content set the tone. Still …




  1. Talking to dogs is very different from talking to cats.

    Comment by rummuser — August 30, 2016 @ 15:49 | Reply

    • I am sure you are right, Ramana. My experience of dogs is limited. Largely they appear to be waiting to be told what to do: You throw something. You shout “Fetch”. And that’s what they’ll do. Fetch. Bring it back to you. Lay it at your feet. Look expectantly. Repeat ad nauseam. If someone kept telling me to fetch they could stick it.

      Cats? Cats require you to have the patience of a saint. And let no one ever tell you cats can’t be trained. They can (with the patience of aforementioned saint). So, say, by way of example, I hate cats up there on kitchen counters, tables. Why (most) people tolerate what is clearly a hygiene issue and health hazard is beyond me. So what you do, enter saint, with your kitten is – for millions of times – every time it jumps up where you are just about to start chopping bits for dinner is put it (the kitten) down on the floor. Again and again and again. Same with tables. Though cats are not necessarily wired to be people pleasers they eventually do get the drift. And then peace and happiness (mainly mine) descends on everyone once more.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 30, 2016 @ 16:13 | Reply

  2. My reaction was the same as Rummuser’s. Why would you talk about your experience with cats when the subject was dogs? Some dogs can understand words as well as nonverbal tones.

    Comment by cheerfulmonk — August 30, 2016 @ 18:12 | Reply

    • What a strange response, Jean. Are you sure that your “reaction was the same as Rummusers”? I don’t think so.

      “Why would [I] talk about [my] experience with cats when the subject was dogs?”, you ask.

      Both dogs and cats are animals/pets. I can only talk about what I know. My post and my response to Ramana were meant to be humorous but clearly fell on their face.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 30, 2016 @ 18:50 | Reply

  3. The last pets I had were snakes. I don’t think they understood much, but they did respond to the warmth of my hands, which relaxed them and made them less inclined to slither away. Unfortunately they would not run to the front door and bark when a guest came.

    Comment by Looney — August 31, 2016 @ 08:30 | Reply

    • Snakes? Oh, Looney. WHY? Still, I suppose your choice could have been worse. Rats.

      Anyway I have now learned (from your comment) that you do have warm hands. So do I. But what if you didn’t? My mother didn’t. Which is why her hand on my forehead when in the throws of a fever was so deliciously cooling.

      And why would one wish to “relax” a snake? Let them slither – and as far away as possible.

      I didn’t need to read “Le Petit Prince”, and see that most hilarious drawing of the outline of a large snake which had just swallowed an elephant, to know that snakes are bad news. All It took was my second lesson in religious education. Whilst too young to understand the full story and why Adam and Eve suddenly felt urge to cover themselves up, God so annoyed he threw them out of paradise, closely followed by fratricide, I knew snakes are nothing but trouble. Even if they themselves are not aware of it.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — August 31, 2016 @ 09:24 | Reply

      • As to why, the answer is that they are very easy to maintain. My observation is that dogs and cats tend to manage the lives of their “owners”, which isn’t the case with snakes.

        Comment by Looney — August 31, 2016 @ 12:13 | Reply

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