Talk about your kittehs!

[Damelon]

I haven't had one get into the house in a while for them to get after. Two of our four are mousers. My 16 yr old girl is retired from the task, but she was good in her day. And my Bent, is eager but not really up to hunting, The two cats that my wife brought with her are capable though.

[lucimay]

Mook. what is there to say about Mooky the Pooky?

he's a sweetheart to the humans and a thug to the dogs (who both outweigh him by about 80 or 90 lbs.) he punks them many times a day. he loves to whack at Harry's voluminous tail (Harry is a lab/golden with a vury fluffly tail) and bite at his legs. both the dogs are terrified of him. thunder (a pit/great dane mix) will not go up the stairs if mook is lounging on the stairs, won't go past him. we frequently have to make mook move to get thunder up the stairs.

and yet I think he really just wants to play with them. but they don't get it. heh.

he is the oldest of the pack by about 6 or 8 months. and he never lets them forget it.

he goes outside but only on a leash because we have fox and birds of prey etc in our neighborhood. and mook REALLY wants to chase the squirrels and birds. i'm sure he'd chase a mouse if there were any nearby. I can totally envision him chasing some bird or squirrel into the neighborhood and then get lost and be unable to find his way home. also I think he's kinda near-sighted or possible far-sighted...he needs glasses. I think that's why he gets a bit lost or confused sometimes. so he stays on the leash outside. usually in the backyard watching the many birds that eat at our many birdfeeders. it's a virtual frigging aviary back there.

anyways...that's Mook. will post pics when I figure out the photobucket.
(I went there today because I still have LOTS of photos on there, but it was wonky, kept asking me to confirm my email address which I did at least 8 times and telling me it would send an email to that email address but never did. sigh)

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I haven't had one get into the house in a while for them to get after.

Ha, they don't come into my place either. The cats go out and hunt them down in the surrounding gardens and alleys.

--A

[Skyweir]

Thats the fun of cats .. they are always bring vermin IN .. little gifts for you or because they want to keep playing with them inside.

I have three kitties all boys and they are great predators. I hate it when they catch a native bird, rosella etc well any bird truly with the strict exception of bower birds they can catch and kill as many of those as they like.

They HAVE to bring them inside so you can see just how clever they are. My big ginger Tom is an adept snaker .. he brings them in to show us. And tbh that IS clever .. given they are all brown snakes and taipans and deadly.

And the younger boys are doing the same. We had four cats but one wasnt as adept.

We also have a little pup who rules the roost .. she gives the cats hell.

We call her Constable Gracie lol

She rules with an iron paw

But shes not particularly well atm.. poor little poppet.

Loved reading about Mook .. you could actually write a book. The way you describe the interaction between Mook and the doggos is soo funny., Anjibals where would we be without em?

[aliantha]

Our kittehs are both indoor kittehs, so no "gifts" for us. Which doesn't upset me, tbh.

The Lady Morgana is 15 and is getting verry finicky about her food. MagickMaker went so far as to buy her a rotisserie chicken last week and fed her portions of that.

Tom (a.k.a. Tommy Wommy a.k.a. Mr. Wommy a.k.a. the Wommy Man with the Wommy Plan a.k.a. Wommas) is 13 and is very sweet, except when he annoys the crap out of me at 5:30am. My alarm goes off at 7, mind you. He is hyperthyroid so he gets "candy" twice a day that he takes only grudgingly. He also has a growth on the underside of one eyelid that is probably going to have to be surgically removed, poor guy.

[lucimay]

when Ger and I lived in Lexington (KY) we had a ginger cat named Stevie.
he was intact and roamed the neighborhood. in one apartment we lived in the streets were very busy with traffic so he wasn't allowed to roam the way he had before but we let him out on the roof of the old house we lived in.
he patrolled the box gutters and jumped and gamboled on the dormers and such. once he made me climb out on the roof with him to look at the moon and watch him chase lightning bugs. he was very communicative.
the mouser stories made me think of this one time...
i was taking a soak in the big clawfoot tub, bubble bath, reading. the tub was right next to the window and open. stevie was out there patrolling and i heard him walk by on the old box gutter...he sounded kinda heavier than normal but i didn't think anything of it until a few minutes later Ger comes running into the bathroom, hopping around like a mad man, hollering "ewww stevie..ewwie, oh my god...ewww stevie!!" and i was all like WHAT WHAT??
so i get out of the tub, put a robe on, and we go out into the living room...
stevie is sitting beside is dinner bowl in the door of the kitchen. calm as you please. laying right next to his bowl is the LARGEST RAT I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE...i'm like OH MY GOD WTF???
it wasn't a rat. it was a baby possum!! lol. apparently it had climbed up the catalpa tree next to the house and onto the roof and when stevie came upon it, it fell over and...played possum!! hahahahaha!! so stevie picks it up by the scruff of the neck and brings it in the window and walks past Ger and Clark who were playing scrabble in the living room, and plops it down by his food bowl!! lol
we eventually scooped it into a plastic waste basket and took it out into the yard and shook it out under a tree. then we went back up on the porch and stood real quiet and still and directly it got up and waddled away!
i wish you coulda seen stevie sitting there beside it looking like "check out the giant mouse folks!!" lol!!

[Skyweir]

Hahahahaha.. funny. Possums .. playing possum .. we had a two storey place in Canberra that I called a tree house cos the top floor was all windows and enveloped by trees.

I loved that house .. I first joined the Watch when we were living there. You could look in any direction and see trees, just trees oh ... and rosellas, parakeets, etc. lovely.

One day we were sitting in the lounge and ... remember glass everywhere.. we saw something race across the hallway from downstairs.

we sat there thinking .. well it was slightly bigger than our kitties ... not quite big enough to be a dog .. meh .

The door was ajar and in comes this thing ... runs right in front of us behind us to the dining room .. and up the curtains.

Mmm.. agile little fella

We all jumped up and saw this possum sitting inside the pelmet. Trev decides to go up and get it .. asks me for a towel .. oh dont worry, it wont bite I said ... famous last words .. suddenly a very loud high pitch squeal escapes Trevs mouth as the possum chows down .. so ok it bites

Im not a percipient.. geez sue me

Haha .. any one he dislodged his finger he wraps it up in a towel and puts it on the back deck .. we are all up in the trees dont forget.. we close the glass door and wait.

Hes very good at pkaying dead I worry that Trev has scared the little blighter to death. In a couple of hours hes up and on his way again

Trev still has that scar to this very day Which he wags in my face whenever I suggest an idea that he doesnt agree with

Men am I right?

[Damelon]

Spring

I haven't had one get into the house in a while for them to get after.

Ha, they don't come into my place either. The cats go out and hunt them down in the surrounding gardens and alleys.

My cats stay inside. More than once, when I was young, I was tapped on the shoulder at 5:30 am by mom to go out and pick up one our cats off the road after it had been hit by a car.

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Yeah, a constant worry for me, since we live on a busy road. But all of ours adopted us...we've never gone out and gotten a cat...and they were all confirmed outdoor cats by the time they moved in.

They can't tolerate being kept in...they literally go crazy, throwing themselves at the closed door, climbing the window bars, etc.

I wish like hell they would be indoor cats, but it's not gonna happen. *sigh*

--A

[Sorus]

Yeah, I could not handle that. I would be worried sick 24/7.

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It sucks, but I tell myself better a shorter and happy life...

--A

[Sorus]

What I really would not be able to handle would be one just up and vanishing and never knowing what happened. I'm the kind of person who needs closure. I can handle death, but I can't handle not knowing. I still wonder what happened to my very first cat, who 'ran away' when I was four. I knew even at the time that the story didn't completely add up, and I suspected that she was dead, but my mum STILL let me search for her and call her name every day on the way to school. (But wouldn't put up any 'lost cat' signs because there 'wasn't any point'.) Just tell your kids the truth, folks, even if it's a hard truth. Kids are smarter than you think.

[lucimay]

What I really would not be able to handle would be one just up and vanishing and never knowing what happened. I'm the kind of person who needs closure. I can handle death, but I can't handle not knowing.

yeah same. Ger and I eventually moved to a different neighborhood when we had Stevie, and he was able to roam again. we lived in a 4-plex on the bottom left of that building and there was a building behind us where two little twin grey tabbies lived, brothers, they were literally twins, looked exactly alike from the same litter. and they were buds of Stevie's. they used to come to the door and meow for steve to come out! lol and he did the same at their door!
and Stevie was so smart, if he'd been out all night, he'd walk down the next door neighbor's driveway to our bedroom window and meow to be let in for breakfast! he knew, out of 5 windows on that side of the building, which was our bedroom window!!
we think that's where he was when he was struck by a car and killed.
we didn't know about it for a week. for seven whole days I worried and fretted and couldn't hardly sleep.
then the neighbor on that side came over and said "we think your cat is in our garbage barrell." Ger went to look. someone had hit him and then just dumped him in their barrell. it wasn't the neighbor, they had a parking lot in back of the house that students parked in at night when they were bar hopping. we think a drunk student did it.
Ger didn't want me to look but i had to, because i *had* to know. i wish now that i'd just taken Ger's word that it was Stevie but...yeah.
i know...sad ending to that wonderful cat's life.
he really was a special guy and i still miss him a lot.
mook is very much similar in his personality to stevie.

[Sorus]

That's terrible. I'm so sorry.

[lucimay]

sanks. sorry to be such a Debbie downer! lol

[Skyweir]

Sucks to lose a baby .. fur baby, actual baby .. they are so much a part of you

Is human .. well a hooman with a heart

I cried for a whole week when my Polly, the alpaca died. Youd think with all the furkids over the years youd be immune to loss .. but your not. Each one is different in their own way .. and ya love em

[Sorus]

Youd think with all the furkids over the years youd be immune to loss .. but your not. Each one is different in their own way .. and ya love em

Eh, I don't think I'd want to be immune. I mean, it might make life easier in some ways, but if losing a pet doesn't bother you, you probably shouldn't have pets.

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That's why I don't want pets, but I didn't get any choice in the matter.

(Harley is curled up asleep on my computer chair, as I sit next to her on a less comfortable dining-room chair typing this. )

--A

[Skyweir]

Pffft .... I love how we navigate around our kitties, furkids just to avoid disturbing them or causing them any discomfort

It just seems right to perch on a brick straining to reach the computer.. than gently easing them into a different position.

[Sorus]

(Harley is curled up asleep on my computer chair, as I sit next to her on a less comfortable dining-room chair typing this. )

I have a bungee chair for my computer chair - they won't set foot on it. Which I took into account when I bought it, because every blanket and pillow I bring in becomes Property of Cat.