How Bad Was My Attempt In Approaching...
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why? Cats V Dogs.
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From 1992 to 2001 I lived with a handsome lad called Robbie Sebastian McKenzie Malcolm. He was a labrador and GSD mix. He was a big lad. I adopted him at 5 years old as his previous owner couldn't cope with Robbie's teeth problem - he kept trying to clamp them into people's arms.
At nights I would lie in bed and watch TV, he would be down stairs doing doggie stuff. Come the adverts I would notice that he was lying beside me. He could skulk into the room, get up on the bed, flick the duvet up and dive under it before it settled down again.
So how come the cat (George the magnificent and Brave) that I got in 2001 (died 2006) couldn't be so quiet. He would come into the bedroom, run along the floor screaming his head off. Take a leap onto the bed (and usually land on the floor in a heap) and when he got on to the bed he would run up between me and the TV (screaming again) and then sit in front of me purring/screaming/yowling.
The cat would keep me awake at night snoring like a cement mixer and the dog would snore almost silently.
I love dogs to bits and always say that I am not a cat lover. But cats are never boring - you are always wondering what stupid stunt they will pull next.
I will adopting another couple of feline thugs from the Cats Protection before the end of the year. Should be fun!
At nights I would lie in bed and watch TV, he would be down stairs doing doggie stuff. Come the adverts I would notice that he was lying beside me. He could skulk into the room, get up on the bed, flick the duvet up and dive under it before it settled down again.
So how come the cat (George the magnificent and Brave) that I got in 2001 (died 2006) couldn't be so quiet. He would come into the bedroom, run along the floor screaming his head off. Take a leap onto the bed (and usually land on the floor in a heap) and when he got on to the bed he would run up between me and the TV (screaming again) and then sit in front of me purring/screaming/yowling.
The cat would keep me awake at night snoring like a cement mixer and the dog would snore almost silently.
I love dogs to bits and always say that I am not a cat lover. But cats are never boring - you are always wondering what stupid stunt they will pull next.
I will adopting another couple of feline thugs from the Cats Protection before the end of the year. Should be fun!
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Cats are unpredictable lunatics and are indeed great. I saw a dog and her owner today in town and the dog was walking along carrying her owners hat! All dogs want to do is please you, and they are so loyal and intelligent. Cats are evil and intelligent, and only want to please themselves, ideally at the expense of their owners.
Enjoy your next two cats - you will enjoy being adopted by them I'm sure! Let us know how they settle in!
Enjoy your next two cats - you will enjoy being adopted by them I'm sure! Let us know how they settle in!
Thursday morning, I got up, fed the cat, made myself a cuppa and went back to bed for a 10 min lie in. Next thing I know the cat is stood next to the bed making 'I'm about to be sick' noises. I jumped out out of bed and tried to usher her off my sheep skin rug. She dashed down the hall (still making noises) and into the lounge. I give chase pleading with her not to be sick on the new rug, into the lounge. Next thing I know, my right foot has slid thru something warm and wet, and I'm flat on my back (not a stitch on btw) in cat food/sick. And the cat's giving me this 'what are you doing down there?' look.
Don't bother with the Cats Protection, you can have mine!
Don't bother with the Cats Protection, you can have mine!
funnily I have discovered that most people hate their cat as much as they love it.
I was wakened up one morning by George kissing my eye lid. I instinctively lashed out, managing to get my hand around his throat and pinning him to the headboard of my bed. I decided that if I strangled him and buried him in the park down the road nobody would ever know....then I remembered his microchip. I had to let him go.. he came over and sat looking at me with that innocent look that cats have that says "obey me for I am your God".
When he died it was weird getting to sleep through a whole night without being wakened for 'cat reasons'.
I was wakened up one morning by George kissing my eye lid. I instinctively lashed out, managing to get my hand around his throat and pinning him to the headboard of my bed. I decided that if I strangled him and buried him in the park down the road nobody would ever know....then I remembered his microchip. I had to let him go.. he came over and sat looking at me with that innocent look that cats have that says "obey me for I am your God".
When he died it was weird getting to sleep through a whole night without being wakened for 'cat reasons'.
makesmesmile,cat sick thats nothing ,i woke one morning to go to work and the bed was wet,my god i thought you've ****** the bed so i washed shot of to work,i woried all day how the hell do i explaine to the misses ,well when i9 got home i said "love i'm realy sorry but i wet the bed lastnight"she howled with laughter much my disgust"eh i'm trying to appologise hear and all you can is laugh"she calmed down then said"no you have'nt it was the cat he must have sat on top of you and peed and its gone through the covers" i was not pleased at all when i told her that i'd been worried all day she nearly choked with laughter.
One evening, my fella and I were having a quiet night in together. All cosy in the living room, with the log fire crackling and my old cat Ned asleep on the sheepskin rug, loving the heat (he was an old boy).
At a certain point in the evening, my fella and I got a bit romantic and were having a "cuddle" on the sofa. Things were getting pretty raunchy and, not to go into too much detail, clothes were off and I straddled him where he was sat. You get the picture...
Well, things were getting to that critical point, when he let out an ungodly shriek. "Wow", I thought. I must be doing something right here! However, the shriek turned into more of a scream and he virtually flipped me off his lap as he stood up. There, between his legs, was old Ned - hanging off his scrotum by his claws. Blood was drawn. My fella went very pale... Ned was a big cat...
Well, that turned out to be the last of Ned's trophy killings and he died a few months later (at a heroic 19) with full honours.
I've got 2 kittens now... <evil cackle...>
At a certain point in the evening, my fella and I got a bit romantic and were having a "cuddle" on the sofa. Things were getting pretty raunchy and, not to go into too much detail, clothes were off and I straddled him where he was sat. You get the picture...
Well, things were getting to that critical point, when he let out an ungodly shriek. "Wow", I thought. I must be doing something right here! However, the shriek turned into more of a scream and he virtually flipped me off his lap as he stood up. There, between his legs, was old Ned - hanging off his scrotum by his claws. Blood was drawn. My fella went very pale... Ned was a big cat...
Well, that turned out to be the last of Ned's trophy killings and he died a few months later (at a heroic 19) with full honours.
I've got 2 kittens now... <evil cackle...>
elfin - he he! Did your relationship with your fella suffer after this?
Ned sounds like my late George. They are probably up in pussycat heaven mugging and killing unsuspecting humans and canines.
I love all the cat stories. I have often felt like collating them for a little booklet for maybe Cats Protection. Maybe after Christmas!
Susan
Ned sounds like my late George. They are probably up in pussycat heaven mugging and killing unsuspecting humans and canines.
I love all the cat stories. I have often felt like collating them for a little booklet for maybe Cats Protection. Maybe after Christmas!
Susan
My wonderful kitten Flash managed to get his own back on me for his castration op which he had on Thursday , picture the scene Sunday morning 5.30am ish me and my fianc� fast asleep until whats this something wet and cold on my leg I jump up quickly throwing the bed covers in the air to find the cat has been sick on my side of the bed under the covers and I didn't even notice him get on the bed which is very odd for me as I'm such a light sleeper, luckily the sick was quite dry so I picked it up and put it down the loo and washed my hands. I then went back to the bedroom and tried to wake himself so that I could change the mattress cover but he was not budging so I went and slept in our back bedroom and the dog cuddled up with me he kept the evil little fur ball away from me. Flash (aka evil fur ball) has now decided that daddy is his favourite and mummy is just there serve him!
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