One knows, intellectually, that one's cat is a menace. However, it doesn't really strike home right away; it requires a concrete example
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Let's see what has Buckwheet done in the past few months...tore open a litter bag, played with his poo (he seems to be over this though, thank god), torn open a bag of sealed squid strips as well as various legumes and rice. My 'favorite' was when he found some MSG (I don't know why that was in the house) in the CLOSED CUPBOARD, and proceeded to tear it open on my bed.
Lesson: Don't leave food out.
He also enjoys the washing machine (especially while washing clothes), biting his tail, and me picking him up and giving him cuddles whenever I'm on the toilet. No explanation for that one.
Oh, Yggi loves me when I'm the toilet-- except when he sees it as a reason to arch his back, flatten his ears, and gallop away sideways. And he loves to be cuddled, except when he hates it. He doesn't like being touched on his head, and will make a face like a weasel and lunge at my hand when I try to scratch him there. And then he loses his balance and falls over. Heheheh.
I was just thinking you'd probably be able to relate. :D
The really sick thing, of course, is that instead of thinking about cat soup for supper, I'm planning to stop out and get him a present before I go home. Sigh.
(A.K.A. "How To Tell If You Are Really A Cat Person.")
Oh gotta love psycho kitties. Your cat rocks my socks though. And he must've infected Holly somehow, cuz earlier this week Holly was going nuts with one of my used socks. She's never shown an interest in them before! So, when are we doing a play date?
Speaking of pyscho kitties, I was doing the tv/email thing in the living room and heard Holly and the rustling sounds of a plastic bag. I assumed it was one of her's. Then I went to get a drink from the fridge, and realized how wrong I was. Remember that bread you got at Costco? The fancy kind you eat with olive oil? Apparently you left it here, on top of the fridge. When I went to get my drink, I saw my beast on top of the fridge, eating the bread thru a hole she had made in the plastic!
My Ali-ko's been pretty good so far, but she follows me around meowing and won't stop unless I pick her up. It disturbs me that she feels like she is a cat shaped water-balloon without benefit of either bones or muscle tissue. Actually, though, she is in the process of destroying my mom's blanket... it's all frayed now...
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Let's see what has Buckwheet done in the past few months...tore open a litter bag, played with his poo (he seems to be over this though, thank god), torn open a bag of sealed squid strips as well as various legumes and rice. My 'favorite' was when he found some MSG (I don't know why that was in the house) in the CLOSED CUPBOARD, and proceeded to tear it open on my bed.
Lesson: Don't leave food out.
He also enjoys the washing machine (especially while washing clothes), biting his tail, and me picking him up and giving him cuddles whenever I'm on the toilet. No explanation for that one.
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welcome to the wonderful world of cat ownership.
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The really sick thing, of course, is that instead of thinking about cat soup for supper, I'm planning to stop out and get him a present before I go home. Sigh.
(A.K.A. "How To Tell If You Are Really A Cat Person.")
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Speaking of pyscho kitties, I was doing the tv/email thing in the living room and heard Holly and the rustling sounds of a plastic bag. I assumed it was one of her's. Then I went to get a drink from the fridge, and realized how wrong I was. Remember that bread you got at Costco? The fancy kind you eat with olive oil? Apparently you left it here, on top of the fridge. When I went to get my drink, I saw my beast on top of the fridge, eating the bread thru a hole she had made in the plastic!
I'm guessing you don't want the bread back? ~.^
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Would you send me your address again? I'm sorry, but I keep losing it. :( (And are you using your own phone, or still your mum's?)
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