Crazy-Ass Cat
Kee-rist.
Mathurin is going senile, I swear to god. He's always been dotty; even in his youth he enjoyed being spanked, beheaded all manner of wildlife, and in his spare time he would crouch furtively in the closet, diligently chewing the seams of our clothing and all of our shoelaces. You could hear him in there, the quiet creak, creak of his ( Read more... )
Mathurin is going senile, I swear to god. He's always been dotty; even in his youth he enjoyed being spanked, beheaded all manner of wildlife, and in his spare time he would crouch furtively in the closet, diligently chewing the seams of our clothing and all of our shoelaces. You could hear him in there, the quiet creak, creak of his ( Read more... )
GOD. My cats have all at some point done things like that. Matt actuall got into the fridge at one point -- I only noticed because it wouldn't close; his tail was in the way. I opened it and he walked right out like nothing was wrong. I think he would've been fine just sitting in there until I happened to open it again (wouldn't have been more than a quarter-hour, since I was cooking).
Another cat ate the string out of a string bikini, and crapped a saucer-sized lake of liqui-poop on my floor, with the string in, like a ripcord.
Fish gets under my feet when I'm dancing. This is, like, high-impact shit -- I'm turning and flinging my feet every which way, and sometimes she just gets clobbered in her tubby side. She obviously doesn't care, because she dives right back in. I think she likes it.
Sif used to puke solid masses of undigested cat food all the time. SO FUCKING DISGUSTING. Not as bad as Mathurin, who will eat puke if you don't clean it up right fucking away (seriously, no time to find a spray bottle, even, you have to cover it pronto), but still. And she was the projectile puker -- at her prime, she could shoot a foot-long stream of semi-solid orange crap from her gullet. We found it on the WALL once. She likes to puke in strange places, like behind the curtains on the windowsill. I have no idea how long that was there before I discovered it, as the windowsill was BEHIND A BOOKCASE.
CATS. *sigh*
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I looked at Tika's expressions and sometimes it was like looking into the abyss, except the abyss didn't look back. The abyss didn't care; it just wanted to either be petted or left alone.
I do love the fact that she acted like I was god whenever I woke up to pee most of the time in the morning. She would be alone all night and get bored I guess. She even licked me on the face.
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*loses it completely*
That is perhaps the best cat quote ever. Perfect summary of that fucking look.
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I now have a mental picture of Fish, wearing a little leather jacket and teeny Docs, in a mosh pit.
Clearly, she's a reincarnated punk. ;)
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That fucking rules.
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