Our cat Penny thinks she's a dog, She will play with the bath water while the tap is running before it gets too deep, chase sticks and then chew them until they break while you hold them for her (small ones). Eats cicadas like they are going out of fashion, chases tennis balls and walnuts when tossed around the house.
Most fun is when she digs under the fence to tease the neighbours dog, spent a lot of time patting her and telling her she's a good girl while the old lady next door goes nuts. She also alternates between talking to the birds and growling at them. She has never meowed, only chirped at us. Stupid Cat
Our cat chirps too, but she does meow too occasionally. Her "trick" is to hide on the roof above the power line and then launch "Assassins Creed" style at any birds snagging them on the way down. I've stopped washing the BMW because every time I wash it she walks up it leaving footprints all over the screen and roof. I thought she sat on it to keep out of the dogs (and chooks) way but I think it's for hunting. It seems even an old BMW can attract the birds![]()
Legalise anarchy
We've bred Burmese for over 30 years....
Some memories - The stud who hated handbags with scent in them - accurate with the spray to 4 meters...
the latest young stud, before going outside to the run liked to lie upside down on my knee - one night he got a hard on. He looked up at me when i made a noise of surprise, then reached down and played with himself....and looked up again smirking...teenage boys are the same whatever the species...
Just watched our Bengal stalking the neighbours dog about an hour ago, dog had his head through a gap in the fence, cat stalked him along the fenceline and gave him a smack and when the dog started going off had another go at him, small dog but still bigger than the cat
I used to have a cat like that, a Ginger Tom, bout the size of a dustbin liner. When I had me restaurant (with the pig out the back) he would force himself into the kitchen & roll in the celery on the bench. Great cat, got rid of the possums playing macadamia bowls on the roof, got rid of the feral cats but succumbed to an SUV. One of his greatest moments was in Tutukaka when he had been chased up a tree by a Corgi cross kind of thing. Must have had an epiphany because he came down that tree like a biblical storm, all tooth & claw, ring barked the Corgi & chased him for miles up the road. Loved that cat but he was thick as two short planks.
Aah, memories. Bastard dragged a very angry seagull through the window & curtain into the living room one afternoon while me & a couple of mates were watching Acid House. Yet again, Biblical mayhem, it was one of those big black winged buggers, it flew, cat chased, we ducked & screamed. Shit & wreckage everywhere. Gull got seriously catted, flew no more.
Manopausal.
We have two cats,
The youngest one plays camp mum with my oldest daughter who is a year and a half almost,
if the cat wants to play she goes in and wakes up baby or baby seeks out the cat either or but if my eldest makes a slight murmur in her sleep the cat will bolt out of the room and start squawking its ass off until either my partner or myself go in with the cat to investigate.
..sounds cute but its a pain in the ass at 3am when you get a face full of claws and an ear full of meow.
We've had a few, mostly girls. The current one's a male, though, the wife and daughter got him cheap because he was too big for the breeder to keep. He's a big cat. Not big for a Burmese, just big.
When we moved here a few years ago we locked him in an upstairs bedroom in the new place until we'd moved in. He broke out through a window and vanished. I was worried about the neighbours livestock. He turned up 7 months later, apparently none the worse for wear, just strolled through the back door and said "Where's dinner?".
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
Our female cat, George, talks to the birds, loves her tummy rubbed, thinks she would like to travel on a bike, loves water and has a shoe fetish!
We recently took her in the car to be rehomed in Wanganui...it is a bit quiet without her
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
My bull terrier cross beardy collie Beanie will steal one piece of recycling at a time, take it back to my shepherds kennel and stash it under the straw, then head back for more when the coast is clear. She will fill up his kennel and then go next door into hers and fall asleep. He gets well fucked off when he goes into his kennel and can't get comfortable amongst tins, cans, milks cartons and wine bottles. Oh, and keep finding my missing socks in there too. Tart!
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