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Phil,

What's really fun is to lay in bed - complete darkness - and point the laser. My cat runs and jumps like CRAZY! :lofl:

She also loves to jump up and try to get dangling ribbons when I hold then over her head.
 
applecruncher said:
Phil,

What's really fun is to lay in bed - complete darkness - and point the laser. My cat runs and jumps like CRAZY! :lofl:
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Heh, heh ... I can just imagine that.

Unfortunately, if I did that in MY bedroom he'd crash into all the priceless antiques and Picassos I have on the walls.

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Yeah, right ... :rolleyes:

She also loves to jump up and try to get dangling ribbons when I hold then over her head.
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Mao seems to have the same fixation. Unfortunately, HIS fetish is the drawstrings on my sweatpants - you know, the two bits of cord that hang down right in front of ... well, a decidedly tender spot ... :cower:
 
Awwwww Philly yer a HERO!!!! My story about critters getting away. Stop me if I've already shared it. Then again don't stop me it's cute. The day I brought Callie home they had fixed him only hours before. He was woozy but able to walk. I brought him inside not thinking he might try opening the door in his condition...dizzy and missing most of his substantial manhood.

Now I had a missing pup, I knew the police would way happy having a runaway male pit bull to search for. Just then hubby came home...I kind of forgot to tell him we had a brand new family member. Gentleman and practical that he is, he said "Get in the truck". Next question was "How much did you spend?".

Well I mean $200 for neutering, shots, worming, doing a good deed is quite a bargain ya know? The problem was as we crept down the street there was no dog. He weighed almost fifty pounds at the time. Skinny for him but big enough he couldn't hide so easy. But no dog...just then hubby's phone rang.

A neighbor we had never met saw him, ran into the house for salami and lured him into her house. They read the tags and she called. He had hubby wrapped around his paw within the week. Other miracle rescue was the time the animal rescue came by. Levon the cat, little piggy he is...got himself stuck in one of their feral cat traps. Sheer luck they knew he was ours.

But really, ya done good...the Cat Spirits shall bless you
 
Thank you, Fur. That was a great story - I especially liked the part with the salami!

Back when I was married we had both a dog (German Shepherd) and two cats. At Christmas, beside their usual gifts - bones, catnip mice, etc. - each critter would find a small ball of provolone cheese, the hard, stinky kind wrapped in string that you find in old-school Italian grocery stores.

They'd bat that thing around, then lay down and start gnawing on it. Usually by noon the cheese was all gone. :D
 
wrapped in string that you find in old-school Italian grocery stores.
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I remember those from when I visted a friend in Manhattan many years ago. And the delis...some of the best sandwiches I've ever eaten. Yum. makes me hungry just to think of it...I remember the great smells.
 
applecruncher said:
I remember those from when I visted a friend in Manhattan many years ago. And the delis...some of the best sandwiches I've ever eaten. Yum. makes me hungry just to think of it...I remember the great smells.
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Oh, those smells!

When I would visit Little Italy it was like in the cartoons - the aromas would waft out of the stores in a visible stream, they'd hit my nostrils, and I'd float hypnotically to wherever they were!

Unfortunately there are fewer and fewer stores like that left. :(
 
SifuPhil said:
Roomie went to look out the front door yesterday morning, and she has a habit of opening it to do so. Of course, like a rocket, Mr. Midnight was out the door between her legs.

Roomie is screaming her head off, which is how I'm used to waking up these days, so I slowly get up, rub my eyes, scratch my butt a few times and grab my laser pen off the desk, heading out the door into the cold, raining November morning that is Pennsylvania.

The cat is hiding under the front bushes after threatening to dart into morning traffic, so knowing there was no time to waste with the usual "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty" I got into my best one-knee / two-handed shooting stance and fired the laser across the bushes and into the side-yard. Mr. Magic didn't disappoint me - he took off after the red point of light at warp speed.

I then did a 180 with the light and ran it up the front walkway, thence onto the front stairs and right into the house. He followed that light like his life depended on it, which in this case perhaps it did.

Results: One soggy cat still ready to play, one soggy Sifu cursing the elements, one happy roomie - she made me a chocolate cake for "saving" her kitty. ;)
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What a wonderful story! You done good!
 
This bloody cat ... he got out again! This time he wouldn't chase the laser. He crawled into some thick bushes and I had to plunge my upper body half-way in to grab him, yowling all the time (the cat, not me, although I swore a few oaths in a high-pitched voice).

Finally grabbed him and brought him inside. I now have a dozen or so holes in me, from both the cat and the bushes.

Shoulda' got goldfish ... I told her ...

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I was attacked by a strangers cat last summer. Never saw anything like it...then again our house cats have an understanding with me. No matter how independent your personality I am Oh Powerful Food Giver Person and all will obey...right down to rats and fish. But no this cat was nutso. We walked by a yard late night. Sophie kills stray cats for sport, so I keep her back from bushes and anywhere a stray might hide. This cat came out ready to fight. I stood between cat and Sophie...frickin' cat I saved it's life and it put scratches in my leg I still have scars from.
 
Many years ago I had a cat named Psyche (I used to name all of my cats with a name beginning with "P" - obviously I was running short of names).

As it turns out, he was aptly named.

He was insane.

He would hide in a closet, revving up until some poor soul - usually me - walked by. Then he would launch himself ballistically at my groin and hang on for dear life while biting, scratching and yowling. I would dash around the room, screaming and swatting at myself and running into walls like I was on fire until I was able to push him off.

He would be peacefully sleeping on the floor, all curled up - awww! - when he would suddenly explode vertically into the air, do a 360 and then land again, sticking his landing perfectly every time.

When I fed him, anyone coming within 5' of him would be subjected to raised fur and warning growls.




I gave him to my ex-girlfriend as a Valentine's Day present.
 
My brother had a cat like that. Poor soul was named Fluffy. I think the youngsters torturing it probably made things worse. But this cat was a monster...they even went so far as to de-claw the hapless beast and she went after you with teeth. Not too many cats I've disliked in my time...but Fluffy...NO
 
fureverywhere said:
My brother had a cat like that. Poor soul was named Fluffy. I think the youngsters torturing it probably made things worse. But this cat was a monster...they even went so far as to de-claw the hapless beast and she went after you with teeth. Not too many cats I've disliked in my time...but Fluffy...NO
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"Fluffy" LOL!

Cats like that are the psychotic mass-killers of the feline kingdom.

applecruncher said:
:heart: Awwwwww, you romantic devil. :laugh:
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My wooing ability is known far and wide. :love_heart:

There’s growling and then there’s hissing.

I learned long ago that a cat hissing is a warning and means GTFO.
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So very true. It's the cat equivalent of "You gonna' die, sucka'!"
 
Phil, have you heard of Jackson Galaxy? He's a "cat behaviorist" and has a TV show on Animal Planet called "My Cat from Hell". (But there are some videos on youtube) I know you don't need his services, but fun to watch. :)

 
Wow - thank you! I don't get Animal Planet so I'll head over to YouTube.

I've known a few cats that were gender-friendly, and I agree that it's probably due to previous mistreatment.
 
Several years ago I had a huge (100 lbs) yellow lab/German shepherd dog named Nelson. We used to walk our route in the neighborhood and there was an "attack cat" who would lie in wait for us and would charge, attempting to attack Nelson. Crazy! One of Nelson's paws probably weighed more than that stupid cat, and Nelson, who disapproved of cats in general, would have cheerfully had him for lunch. That cat roamed the neighborhood and we never knew where he would pop up. Much as I disliked that cat, I didn't want Nelson to kill it, so I started carrying pepper spray. Thankfully, I never had to use it.
 

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