bluej wrote: The sign for dead squirell is as funny as you imagine. Also, 914, you're late. We started at beer:30
I think you mean quarter to beer. Beer:30 is late. Dude.
bluej wrote: The sign for dead squirell is as funny as you imagine. Also, 914, you're late. We started at beer:30
I think you mean quarter to beer. Beer:30 is late. Dude.
Lesley wrote: Was woken up at about 3 a.m. the other night by my two brain-dead siamese throwing themselves bodily around the bed. This is a common occurance, usually means they've gotten ahold of a pot scrubber, loofah sponge or some other fascinating item that they want to share with me by flinging it up in the air and landing on me. Generally this ends by foot-induced cat-apult. Not this time... they refused to give it up. Turned on the light to discover a live deer mouse. On my bed.
i used to have 2 siamese cats- mother and daughter. i sort of inherited them when my mom and brothers moved away, and had them in my first trailer house..
they were definitely smart cats, and they were also evil incarnate- i once saw them keep a mouse alive for 3 days with all 4 legs broken. they would take turns torturing the poor thing, and if i tried to take it from them, whichever one had it at the time would run off and find a good hiding place.. on the second evening, i'm sitting in the living room watching tv and i see the mouse go flying thru the air in front of the tv a good 3 feet off the ground, followed by momma cat and then daughter cat. they would kick it around like it was a soccer ball or something, and even fight over who got to play with it. they would take turns guarding it when one had to visit the litter box or get something to eat.
they didn't lose interest until the moment it died in the middle of the living room floor- they both sniffed it, gently batted it a little bit, and walked away disappointed that their toy had broken.
I had a black cat when I lived at my parents. Besides chasing my dad's shepard and lab around it was a great hunter. Unfortunatly she liked to display her trophies in the living room. The mice weren't too bad, but some of the birds were rather large and mangled, and there was one bloody mess we never were sure what it was, if it was a squirel it was a large one.
Before Bernie we had an outside cat. Gypsy would come around for food but lived outside, we didn't have any snakes or mice then. A guy at work was lamenting/moaning that he turned the radio off on his cats when he went to work, he felt really bad.
It's February, -20' outside and with this story in my head I let the cat in for the night.
Wake up Saturday morning to a crime scene, cat got to Ian's canaries and everything but one head and one little foot, feathers all over!
No more Mr. Niceguy, it's a damn cat.
I never, ever, ever leave my gym bag or suitcase open any more. ~Shudder~.
My cat was a great hunter. She got rid of all the moles, terrified my sons great dane . When a Bat got into the house, she wouldn't go anywhere near it. She would tell me where it was but that's it. If it had been a bird, it would have already been dead.
Mine don't see bats... they aren't there. One can be swooping around the bedroom and they'll turn their backs on it.
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