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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Drumshanty Date: 19 Sep 03 - 09:22 PM We have three. My husband belonged to Cheeky and she really didn't want me as well! She'd constantly slash the backs of my legs when I walked past her when we first got together. Then she had Topsy (and four others) and I belong to Topsy, who snores louder than any of the rest of us, greets me each morning by sitting in the bath, won't drink water except from a running tap, won't let me go to the bathroom without her ever, will give me a high-five to get petted then chirrups and growls and generally gabbles all the while she's getting cuddles. But she will not be picked up and never sits on anyone's lap without drawing blood. She's also the fattest, but the only one who can get up on top of the wardrobe for a quick kip. She's also the only one who still piddles on the carpet when her tray is dirty or when she's in a snit. Harley was brought to our door just before Christmas three years ago by a couple of kids. He was teeny and starving but he soon settled in. He's now his Daddy's boy completely. No time for me at all. He sleeps in a box that's way too small for him during the day. When we go to bed at night, he waits till the light is off, then gets on his Daddy and purrs and dribbles and dribbles and purrs, then gets off, runs about really fast, bouncing off walls and furniture, then cries a bit (he can't meow properly) and brings us his fish-on-a-string toy. Then we can go to sleep. Life wouldn't be the same without them. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Firecat Date: 19 Sep 03 - 08:07 PM ...use me as a pincushion. Greebo's particularly bad for that! Mind you, I think I should be used to it by now. In January, I'll have had 20 years of feline experience! Yes, I've been round cats all my life!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: katlaughing Date: 19 Sep 03 - 04:08 PM These are great stories, folks. Thanks for sharing and keep 'em coming!! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: izzy Date: 19 Sep 03 - 04:05 PM Wellington, an Egyptian Mau, will not eat in the morning until someone has proffered a foot for him to roll around on ecstatically. He will also stalk his own tail and pounce on it when it twitches. If he is on someone else's lap, it's very easy to upset him by stroking him AND THE OTHER PERSON at the same time. He can't stand it. Merlin, part Persian, refuses to believe in water and gives perfectly soundless squeaks. And they have both, at one point in their kittenhood, had a problem with kicking themselves in the head. We also once had a cat who enjoyed climbing my father to hear him scream and would then dash away with her tale arched madly ...but that was a long time ago. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: GUEST,Kim C no cookie Date: 19 Sep 03 - 01:10 PM His Royal Highness Thumper of Antioch will lick the gravy off the canned dog food I top off the dogs' dry supper with. He doesn't care about the meaty chunks - just the gravy. We try to give him his own, but he still wants theirs. I think it's a power thing. He has finally made friends with Sampson the Giant Puppy, and will sit in the rocking chair and play-smack the dog's nose. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: LilyFestre Date: 18 Sep 03 - 11:51 PM Sometimes my cat is sadistic. Norm, a sweet, cuddly, innocent looking yellow tabby takes to playing with the field mice. Most recently he has been observed catching a field mouse, carrying it up into a tree and dropping it to the ground. He dashed down the tree, caught the same mouse and returned to the branch above only to drop the mouse again. He repeated this several times until my husband caught the field mouse and released it out into the field! Sometimes my cat Daphne is downright possessive. Her latest trick is to hop up on her Papa's chair anytime that I walk by and lean down to kiss him......BOOM...she's in my face MEOWING...as if to say...That's *MY* man.....lips OFF!!!!!!!!!!! LOL Michelle =^..^= |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Bert Date: 18 Sep 03 - 10:36 PM They always complain bitterly about their cat food but chew their way into the bag to steal the very same stuff. At this very moment Millennium is dipping her paw into the hole in the bag and pulling out the morsels and eating them as though they were the most delicious food ever, while the same stuff is lying untouched in the bowl. LadyJean, that's exactly what our two cats do. They must be fully paid up members of the cats union. Any time someone is working in the kitchen there are pitiful appeals from two half starved cats who would have you believe that they haven't eaten for weeks. Floppy didn't used to like people food and it took him a couple of years to appreciate it. Now he rushes to get it first. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Ely Date: 18 Sep 03 - 10:16 PM You're lucky, WYSIWYG--my old cat used to leave shrews and mice on our pillows. She'd also bring live birds into the house and release them in our living room (which had a story-and-a-half vaulted ceiling). |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 18 Sep 03 - 04:18 PM It is well known phenomena that sleeping cats weigh four times more than the same cat awake. LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Arnie Date: 18 Sep 03 - 09:20 AM ....sit and watch whilst the old tom cat from up the road comes by and eats their dinner! Toby belongs to a near neighbour but believes in dining out - he's a sort of feline hobo, all grizzled and flea-bitten but a great character with a cute grey/white face. He considers that because of his grand old age he has a right to wander and eat where he wishes. As he's also stone deaf, there's no point in telling him to buzz off! Millie and Meg, my two cats, don't seem to object to him eating their dinner although I suspect they have little choice in the matter! If there's no food in the dish, Toby will come indoors and stare at whoever's at home in a most accusing way until he gets fed! Once he's eaten, he wanders up the road to see what's on offer elsewhere.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: wysiwyg Date: 17 Sep 03 - 09:09 AM ... would bring me a live, wriggling mouse in her mouth while I was up late reading in bed. SO thoughtful, a midnight snack for mommie! Sometimes our outdoor mouser, the faithful Lucretia, brings us (quite dead) offerings (as all really good cats are wont to do). She displays them where we cannot miss seeing them, at the foot of the back step JUST where a descending foot must land. But I was surprised and quite impressed to find that she only does this when we are at home: we came back from vacation and found not a single one, but they custom had been resumed when we looked, the next morning. ~S~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Helen Date: 17 Sep 03 - 05:47 AM Robin, I have only had a couple of kittens in my life, and the rest were adults who decided to take me on as their slave. All of the adults adjusted very well to their new home. Helen |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 17 Sep 03 - 03:36 AM The best trick a cat can do, is "help" when you have a thing flimsy dress pattern spread out on the floor, and walk all over it, sitting right in the middle of it... Cats are not martial arts masters, they leave marks in the tissue paper... ~~~~~~~ I suppose at my age, a kitten might outlast me. I wonder if an adult one from the RSPCA or similar would want to stay? Robin |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: LadyJean Date: 17 Sep 03 - 01:04 AM I'm not sure when they worked it out, but my cats have an agreement. Fitz, the tubby tabby, owns me in the bedroom. He snuggles next to me if I'm reading in bed, grooms me, and insists on being scritched before I go to sleep. Musetta the little tortie, owns me in the living room. She sits on my lap if I'm at the computer or on the sofa. She nap tests the afgans I knit, and, strangely, she has, so far, managed to stay off the keyboard |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Amergin Date: 16 Sep 03 - 11:33 PM sometimes they remind me of cushions....cause they're always sprawled out on the furniture.... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: GUEST,pdc Date: 16 Sep 03 - 11:30 PM For all you cat lovers (I have 3), a treat: do a Google search for funny_cats_1.wmv, download it and play it. You need Windows Media Viewer, and it works better on Internet Explorer than on Netscape. Make sure you have the sound on! It's a wonderful, hilarious video. Enjoy! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: NicoleC Date: 16 Sep 03 - 11:29 PM Sometimes my cat reminds me of a goddess, so sure that she is in her quiet majesty. Sometimes my cat reminds me of toddler gymnasts, running and falling a rolling over and getting up again as though nothing can hurt her. Sometimes my cat reminds me that I've been WAAAY to serious all day, and I had better help bat that wadded up receipt around or get out the "red bug" (laser pointer). My kitty loves my new place -- she loves being on the ground level where something interesting is happening outside the windows all the time. And loves the mild So Cal weather! She can also sit or curl up and look out the big security door that I can keep open almost all the time, which I hate (but will probably keep for her). Too bad there are no birds or squirrels -- too many loose cats around and the birds are smart enough to stay away. I think she's even learning to enjoy all the neighborhood sorta-strays cats coming by to say hello to her. (Any cat that comes in an open cat door and curls up on your neighbor's bed is not REALLY a stray, even if it doesn't have a human pet.) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Bert Date: 16 Sep 03 - 11:25 PM About three AM Floppy Cat will decide to get vocal and jump on my bed meowing. And why is it that a cat that weighs just a few pounds, seems to weigh about forty pounds when it walks on you at night? And why is it that Millenium lives downstairs and Floppy Cat lives upstairs? And what do they find so damned fascinating about my keyboard when I'm using it? They just have to walk on it. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Stilly River Sage Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:43 PM I have two very well-suited cats, both Siamese-mix domestic shorthairs. They're great companions, both are declawed in front, and will start wrestling matches at the drop of a hat. The dynamics are pretty interesting--the goal is to be the cat on the bottom, because you're in a better position to kick with those back feet. So they fake each other out to get that position. Only occasionally do they look like one is going to bite the other's head off. They scold on Friday nights when the kids go over to their father's house because they miss them. And even though the littler cat wasn't part of the household at the time of the divorce, she is as much a member of the family and loves it when the ex comes to visit and scratches all of the spots that need scratching. SRS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Ely Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:25 PM Our cats at work box. They both squeeze into the seat of an office chair and bat at each other with (declawed) front paws until somebody gives in. They started to do this in my lap one day but I had to send them both packing. (Their names are Willie and Waylon). Waylon likes to jump from the counter to one of the office chairs so that the chair rolls across the room--I know most cats don't like to "ride" things but he does (he also likes to be spun on a swivel chair). If they want to get through a doorway, all they have to do is meow and every technician in the building comes running to open the door (boy, do they have us trained). My old cat slept with me every single night, under the covers if it was cold, on my hip (I sleep on my side) if it was hot; I often woke up with no feeling below the waist because I'd had a cat cutting off my circulation all night. If I didn't let her in my room, she would rattle the door and howl until I did, all night long if she had to. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: GUEST,Helen, at work Date: 16 Sep 03 - 09:17 PM FoolesTroupe, So sorry to see that you have lost your white cat, after losing the black one as well. I now have an all black kitten-cat - now 8 months old, and my hubby has her sister a grey-black tabby. It's nice having a pigeon-pair. They keep each other company and plot mischief together. I hope you woes with Centrelink & the Council are resolved, although I once you are in the sights of Centrelink you are usually sporting a lovely red target tattoo on your forehead for life. I hope you dream of both your kitty-cats together frolicking in the sun "upstairs". Have you read The Rainbow Bridge poem which someone posted in another thread about the loss of pets? Helen in Newcastle NSW |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Bill D Date: 16 Sep 03 - 09:06 PM "Sometimes my [former] cat(s)....." appear in ghostly images on my bed, like they were still here. It has been 2 years since we buried the last one, and I doubt we will get more. I had cats around for 'most' of the last 40 years, but I don't want to start now with one who may outlive me...and it sure is easier to plan trips now " remind me of meatloaf "...when we had 3 cats, one had the affectionate title of "furry meatloaf" (was nice on a winters night, though) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Noreen Date: 16 Sep 03 - 09:05 PM Just posted this fortuitous pairing on the 'thread name game' thread, but wanted you all to smile at it too. (Won't be there when I've posted this!!) BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... Help with my knitting! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 16 Sep 03 - 08:51 PM Vale Scyllytrypx. I am grieving. My favourite; my little all black cat, not a white hair on her body, until she started to get grey hairs; half my warm and friendly little salt and pepper set; I suspect is no more. Scyllytrypx. What a strange name, you may say. But it reflected her personality: Silly tricks. Like her lifetime partner, one week younger, all white, Ddyllytrypx - dilly tricks. If you remember the Asterix cartons, you will understand; and as you know, all cats have a silent "p". I got them in approximately May 1985. The black one first, and the white one about a week later. They were both about six weeks or so. My two familiars, sort of. My mother used to complain that they both wanted to sit on her lap in the last year or so of her life, but she never really tried to discourage them. So until July 2003, is a good life for a cat I suppose. When I went to pick up the white kitten, I took my new little friend with me to see if the two would get on. I had her in the cane carrier on the front seat facing me. She went crazy, trying to get out of the carrier, slashing the arm of my shirt as I changed gears. On the way back home, the white kitten did the same trick, but the black one now huddled quietly in the back corner with eyes as big as dinner plates, watching her companion. She was always the quiet and dignified one after that. I haven't seen her since Wednesday, not totally unusual in the past, but now something feels different. She always used to bound up to me from her hiding places in the front yard, whenever she heard me as I walked out the front door. She loved to cuddle, and be held and would purr and drool happily in my arms, even on her back. She would let me do anything to groom her; claws, ears, eyes, worming: anything without struggle or complaint. So trusting. She was always the expert mouser. The white one would beat her up and steal the catch, so she would just go back out and get another, or lie down quietly. I have been affected of late with something that tested positive as Ross River Fever, and would stagger out to feed the two of them. The white one would make a big fuss and push the black one away from the food bowl, so she would take a nibble and come back later. She was always uncomplaining, and would always try to give a friendly lick to the white one, even when snapped at. On Wednesday, I went out the front steps to eat breakfast in the sun about mid-morning. The black cat made a beeline for me from an unusual place in the front yard, a spot in the sun. She was walking slowly. She usually detoured round the pot plants and came up the middle of the front stairs, but this time she just made a beeline for me, which brought her to the side of the steps. She clumsily tried to walk over the pot plants and knocked them about, and couldn't make it up, falling a few times. I lifted her up, and noticed that her back legs seemed to be stiff and awkward. I immediately checked her thoroughly all over for ticks, even behind the ears. There was nothing anywhere. Her little pink tongue often used to stick out when she was just waking up, but it was out further than usual. I tickled her tongue as I usually do, and it took a long while for her to pull it in. After a good cuddle and rub all over, and checking her thoroughly, she seemed to be all right, just tired. I put her down, and she seemed fine, perhaps just a little unsteady. I opened a can. She licked some of the gravy from the can, as she always liked to. The white cat didn't appear when I called, so I lifted her and put her down in front of the bowl, as usual. She started to eat, and I thought she seemed normal. I went inside and came back a little while later. She was still eating, which was unusual, as she was usually only a light eater, taking a small amount, then coming back later when the white one was satiated, even in the rare case that the white one wasn't there too. When she finished, her tummy was very large. I gave her another cuddle, but she wasn't very interested and slowly walked away. On Thursday, I had to go up the street to the post box twice. The white cat was unusually crazy, seeming panic stricken at my leaving the property. She tried to follow me down the busy street footpath until three houses, wailing all the way, until I came back. I didn't see the black cat at all. She always used to be the first one to the food bowl, as she never left the yard, but the white one would wander two or three houses away, and come when I whistled. On Friday, I didn't see the white cat either, although the food disappeared, but I do have crows, and I have been wondering if they were getting at the food on the front verandah. They seemed to be cleaning up any bones or scraps left in the front yard. I looked in some of the favourite hiding places where little Blackie used to be in the front yard, but couldn't see her. I didn't feel like too much exertion, taking in to account my current condition. I wondered if the white cat had found her, and was sitting by her grieving, as Whitie didn't come when I called her for food: something she never misses. This morning, in the light, I looked more thoroughly in the front and back yard and under the house as best I could, but there was still no sign. The white cat was hungry as usual, but more subdued after eating breakfast. I will keep looking, as I owe my friend one final small dignity, no matter how much the pain it costs me. And I realise that she has done one thing more for me with her passing. In grieving, she has released much of the pent-up energy caused by being long term mature age unemployed, short of money, having the Council try to sell my house for one quarter's back rates, and Centrelink constantly stopping my payments. But I am not sure it is a price I wanted to pay. I miss my favourite little black furry friend. Vale Scyllytrypx. © Robin Hayes All Rights Reserved. Sat 19 July 20003 P.S. On the Morning of 17 Sep 2003, my neighbour came to tell me that he had found the White Cat in his back yard. Vale Whitey! If you want to forward this on the net, please also mention in her memory, The Fooles Troupe © rhayes@powerup.com.au http://homepage.powerup.com.au/~rhayes/index.htm Creator and Author of The Fooles Troupe http://homepage.powerup.com.au/~rhayes/vfoolshm.htm Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/foolestroupe Webring: http://homepage.powerup.com.au/~rhayes/flsrnghm.htm |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: John Hardly Date: 16 Sep 03 - 01:34 PM in fact, Maggie is mean. (note her "guest" post) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: John Hardly Date: 16 Sep 03 - 01:28 PM ...let me do some stuff I wanna do. Mostly not though. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Liz the Squeak Date: 16 Sep 03 - 12:06 PM are beyond reasoning. The inside cat cried to be let outside today, the outside cat immediately came in, the dominant cat has vanished for the day (I suspect the top of the tall cupboard, we'll find out in a minute when I get the meatballs out for tea) and all 3 of them have totally ignored the food. Maybe they don't like kebabs once it's not someone elses'. The inside cat, having been let out, then sat in the path and cried for half an hour for no reason and the outside cat came in and ate a spider. Inside cat, being deaf, ignored me completely until I got into his eyeline whereupon he rushed up to me and tried to climb my legs. The Dominant cat, before she vanished, sat on the side of the sink with her tail in the washing up water. She then looked round in total amazement when she finally realised her tail was wet. Did she take it out? No. As I say, sometimes my cats are beyond reasoning. LTS |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: katlaughing Date: 16 Sep 03 - 11:24 AM I guess I don't have a full team, BUT the quarterback is a grrrrl! Ms. Lovee, she's fast, dodgy, and pre-emptive in her strikes! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: mack/misophist Date: 16 Sep 03 - 11:21 AM Is four a team? How can they have a coach when they can never agree? The ¼back is named Hector. You didn't ask, but I thought I'd answer anyway. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Raptor Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:42 AM Is there a Coach? Raptor |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: GUEST,MMario Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:41 AM are just plain peculiar! This morning as soon as I came into the main living area - the one that slept *inside* came crying to the door - not to be let out - but to have his brother let in! then they both went back to sleep in the master bedroom. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Raptor Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:41 AM What do you call the quarterback? Raptor |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Raptor Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:40 AM Do you have a team? Raptor |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: Raptor Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:39 AM How many cats Raptor |
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Subject: RE: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: wysiwyg Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:30 AM ... remind me of china, because they sleep in my kitchen cabinets, my dishwasher, and my dish drainer. .... remind me of meatloaf because one of them sleeps in a loaf pan, on top of her food. ~S~ |
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Subject: BS: Sometimes my cat(s)..... From: katlaughing Date: 16 Sep 03 - 10:22 AM Sometimes my cats remind me of a bunch of football players....they are always slapping each other on the arse. |
