Cats

[Ripsnort]

just saying....


(Actually I do like cats, but I don't own one at this time as my lab thinks of them as an appetizer)

[rpm]

My cat reminds me of Inspecter Clouseau's houseboy Kato. I never know when or where the attack is coming from when I enter a room. It keeps my senses honed.

[Gunslinger]

eeewwwww hangtime is gonna be mad at you.....he's a cat lover!


Seriously that's funny.  

RPM my wife's cat is a fatass but she can jump.  She jumped off the coutch over the boy to hit a mouse just as he was running in through the back door.  Was pretty impressive.  The thing's eyes are allways wide open and it makes her look like a meth fiend.  At night she does windsprints accross the house.

[AWMac]

Originally posted by Ripsnort
just saying....


(Actually I do like cats, but I don't own one at this time as my lab thinks of them as an appetizer)

Rip ya gotta confuse cats and dogs.....

For instance I have a Great Goldie....Beautiful dog, obedient and protective. Had him since he was a pup. His coat is very Golden..

Cat is an Orange Tiger striped short hair Assy...Sleek, trim and will scare the BeJebus outta you.  

Both O'Ryan *dog* and Kaission *cat* get along like Brothers... Both think each other looks stupid.  But will play and eat from the same bowl.

I must have Magical Powers...

I once had a 32 lb Blue Point Siamese Male Cat, no fat just hard muscle, that would attack on command.

It's how you treat animals... Love begats love.  You can't get love and respect by beating or discipline. I laff at dog trainers, send them Monkies.

Mac

[rpm]

Originally posted by Gunslinger
RPM my wife's cat is a fatass but she can jump.  She jumped off the coutch over the boy to hit a mouse just as he was running in through the back door.  Was pretty impressive.  The thing's eyes are allways wide open and it makes her look like a meth fiend.  At night she does windsprints accross the house.

Sounds like mine. He's half wildcat. I'm pretty sure the other half is meth fiend now that you mentioned it.

[AWMac]

Norfolk, VA  Livin in the Navy housing of Ben Morrell... 338 Eilers  St. we had a guy trying to get into the house thru the window next to the back door.  2am in the Morning we hear this guy screaming his assss off... woke up everyone, next door too.

This guy opened the window next to the back door to unlock it and the CAT got his arm... he tried to pull his arm our and each time he banged my cats head against the window top.. which pissssed the cat off even more.

There nothing more hurtful than to have a 32 lb cat chewin, clawin and kickin on yer forearm...  By the time I got the cat off him the Security showed up... this guy was cryin alligator tears, his arm looked like Hamburger, Bad!!!

My Cat... Dam he was good. Loved him like a lil Brother.

I cried BIG TIME when he died... I still think of Simon.

He was "CMDR Simon X Lang"  I got him from a friend that lived at Qrts X, Lakehurst, NJ...

I called him Sim.  Forever Remembered.

Mac

[Gunslinger]

Originally posted by AWMac
Norfolk, VA  Livin in the Navy housing of Ben Morrell... 338 Eilers  St. we had a guy trying to get into the house thru the window next to the back door.  2am in the Morning we hear this guy screaming his assss off... woke up everyone, next door too.

This guy opened the window next to the back door to unlock it and the CAT got his arm... he tried to pull his arm our and each time he banged my cats head against the window top.. which pissssed the cat off even more.

There nothing more hurtful than to have a 32 lb cat chewin, clawin and kickin on yer forearm...  By the time I got the cat off him the Security showed up... this guy was cryin alligator tears, his arm looked like Hamburger, Bad!!!

My Cat... Dam he was good. Loved him like a lil Brother.

I cried BIG TIME when he died... I still think of Simon.

He was "CMDR Simon X Lang"  I got him from a friend that lived at Qrts X, Lakehurst, NJ...

I called him Sim.  Forever Remembered.

Mac

When Cats bight they dig in and hang on for a ride.  They don't let go until THEY want to.

[Ripsnort]

Mac,
My dog actually did live with a cat for 6 years, then we have gone without a cat since, and he's not tolerant of other cats, just tolerant of the one that we had.  I miss that cat...unfortunately we asked my brother in law to keep him for a weekend when we went out of town with strict instructions not to let him out of his apartment...he did. Never saw the cat again.

[Hangtime]

Anybody want a cat? I got two. Both of 'em exist to make my life miserable. They are also arrogant. They have no sense of propriety. They could care less if your sick, they don't cook, impress women or fetch in the paper. They just sit there with their infuriating accusatory stares and twitching tails..

I am jealous. They are smarter than I am, (they don't clean up after me, feed me, scratch me behind the ears when I ask for it) don't kick in for any rent or food and live like royalty.

Thie only saving grace is their total lack of humor.. which, for a prideful animal must be extremely humiliating at times.. especailly when I cacth 'em in a mistake, like a missed leap or sliding into a wall.

Then, I like 'em again till the little bastidges get even. By leaving a puddle of puke beside the bed, so yah step right in it when yah get up to answer the phone...

My only advice to the chick in the picture.. "Don't forget the follow-though."

(note: how you treat cats in this life weighs heavily on what you come back as in the next.  ...some goofy oriental proverb i'm not personally willing to test the veracity of)

[Ripsnort]

Originally posted by Hangtime
Anybody want a cat? I got two. Both of 'em exist to make my life miserable. They are also arrogant. They have no sense of propriety. They could care less if your sick, they don't cook, impress women or fetch in the paper. They just sit there with their infuriating accusatory stares and twitching tails..

I am jealous. They are smarter than I am, (they don't clean up after me, feed me, scratch me behind the ears when I ask for it) don't kick in for any rent or food and live like royalty.

Thie only saving grace is their total lack of humor.. which, for a prideful animal must be extremely humiliating at times.. especailly when I cacth 'em in a mistake, like a missed leap or sliding into a wall.

Then, I like 'em again till the little bastidges get even. By leaving a puddle of puke beside the bed, so yah step right in it when yah get up to answer the phone...

My only advice to the chick in the picture.. "Don't forget the follow-though."

(note: how you treat cats in this life weighs heavily on what you come back as in the next.  ...some goofy oriental proverb i'm not personally willing to test the veracity of)

[Shifty]

Our cat actually plays fetch. He has a toy mouse he'll go get, then jump in your lap and drop the mouse. Then sit there with this expectant look in his eyes until you throw it. He'll race off fetch it , bring it back, and go again. He'll do this for about 15 minutes, just when I start thinking.... "He's pretty cool for a cat." He'll drop the mouse bite or scratch my hand then run off to lick his butt. Probably trying to get the taste of my hand out of his mouth.