BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: Big Mick
Date: 18 Jul 06 - 06:04 PM

One of my favorite sayings:

Dogs have owners, Cats have staff.

Mick

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: Becca72
Date: 18 Jul 06 - 06:35 PM

spoken like a true "dog person"

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: GUEST,Ringtail Tom
Date: 18 Jul 06 - 06:58 PM

Staff is a polite word for humans. I call 'em "useful idiots", which is a whole lot closer to the truth.

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: Sorcha
Date: 18 Jul 06 - 07:10 PM

On that Georgian, I agree with you.

MICK!..Just stop!!! ROF floor here..sides hurt!!!! All Hail St. Taffy!

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: Charmion
Date: 19 Jul 06 - 03:31 PM

My first cat was a demure little tabby named Emmeline Pankhurst, who whipped all the toms on my street within her first week with me (hence the name). Emmeline saw no particular reason why she couldn't go with me whenever I left the house. It was often easier simply to take her with me than to try to leave her behind -- I was living in Germany then, and Europeans are far less wrapped around the axle than North Americans about animals in public places. She was always a hit at the gasthaus on the corner, where the landlord would give her a bit of fish.

Of course, I couldn't take her to work (I was a medic at a Canadian Forces base hospital). Emmeline always knew where I was going -- the white dress was a dead giveaway -- and would fling herself into the car through the window or the sunroof given half a chance. If she couldn't get into the car, she would sit on the bonnet and mew at me piteously through the windscreen.

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: harpmolly
Date: 24 Jul 06 - 03:20 PM

OK, how's this for an EWWWWWWWWWWW!! update?

As I mentioned in the "Damn, it's hot!" thread (aka "How warm is it...), my plumbing is totally (*&^&^%$*%^*!! up. So I'm waiting for my landlady and the plumber to show up, and have the window open for what little breeze it affords...

and my cat brings in a squirming mouse, sets it loose and proceeds to chase it all over the place--up and down, over my instrument cases (!) and finally under the couch. Then, after pawing after it in vain a few minutes, she disinterestedly saunters back outside, totally oblivious to my shouts of "You get back in here and finish what you started RIGHT NOW MISSY!!!" (Expletives edited out for the faint of heart).

Luckily, with the help of my harp-hauling muscles and my trusty Snow Boot (I'm beginning to think I should put a "TM" after it...like Gallagher's Sledge-O-Matic :() I was able to lift the couch up (lots of fun for a 100-pound woman in 85-degree heat), scare the mouse out from under, and vanquish the poor little thing. I would probably have tried to catch this one alive and take it somewhere to set it free, but with the looming arrival of the landlady/plumber, I didn't have much choice. My karma is now officially F$%^ed. Thanks, sweet kitty. No tuna flakes for you this week.

Sigh.

Molly

(the reluctant Mouser)

P.S. The window is now CLOSED. The damn cat can scratch to get in like everybody else. :P

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: Scoville
Date: 25 Jul 06 - 09:58 AM

My cat used to bring in live birds. Or sometimes dead birds and shred them in the closet. And sometimes she'd leave dead mice on our pillows (we learned to check the bed before we turned out the light).

My dog, on the other hand, dismembers and eats anything she can catch, of if she finds it after it's been dead awhile, she rolls in it.

Subject: RE: BS: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
From: GUEST, Topsie
Date: 25 Jul 06 - 12:59 PM

I used to have a cat that would go up to the bathroom and 'catch' a wet sponge, and bring it downstairs and proceed to 'kill' it all over the floor. One day a very bedraggled cat came downstairs. She had jumped into the bath as usual to catch the sponge, and hadn't noticed in time that the children had left the water in the bath.