Shiva the Destroyer.

My cat thinks of the dry wall as modeling clay. Just finished respackling another post-modern relief. He doesn't claw the furniture of the curtains. He likes the walls, the brat.
 
Laughing. How cute. :D

You think that's cute? How about I bring him over to your place for awhile. You seem to be one who appreciates artistic expression. I'll have him do an entire wall mural for you. I think you'll like it.
 
Good, maybe that will get my landlord off its collective butt and do some work on this place. :)
 
I missed this earlier.

Thank you - that makes me feel better about her.

I just keep hoping she won't worry so much about food.

We have finally figured out how to keep her off the table, though.

We have to put a little plate of whatever it is we're eating on the floor - I swear to God. The other cats couldn't care less, but Pixie needs to have a taste.

Scrambled eggs, pancakes, hot dog bun, crouton, piece of cheese, green bean - you name it. She will nibble at all of it, even if she just ate cat food.

And we keep dry food containers constantly filled. Kitten chow for the entire cat household. It's making some of the older cats kinda beefy. Ahem.

:)

She's old enough that you could stop feeding the kitten chow. She looks well fed enough and it's probably not good for the older kitties. I would recommend switching her to adult food.

My cat eats frozen peas. She's underfoot when I cook. Anything that hits the floor is hers and will be sampled. :rolleyes: I must say it sounds like Pixie has you well trained. ;)
 
We've had a complete menagerie over the years but given the temperment of the terror-ier, it's just safer not to have any cats around these days. She thinks they're not just for breakfast anymore. :eek:
 
THis brings back memeorys of our last two cats. Nothing was safe from them.:D
 
Pixie's eating habits sound a lot like our Pantene. She climbed the front fence and braved the dogs (and the killer Burmese) to move in with us as a tiny scrap - her eye colour hadn't set properly.
She likes garbage bins, and will eat almost anything. She regularly gnaws the side out of the loaf of bread if we're stupid enough to leave it out. She will fight the chooks for scraps and likes to chew on plastic bags. She also tears up paper (usually recently finished but not yet handed in school projects) for attention.
http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y286/starrcats/private/bincat.jpg
 
No, she's a terror! She's a bad tempered biting machine. She loves snuggles, and usually "helps" me hang out the washing, but in the middle of a cuddle session she'll suddenly turn nasty and start biting, hard. It's like she expects the nice to end any minute so she's getting in a pre-emptive strike.

Before she joined us she "belonged" to the people two doors down. They mistreated her - kicked her, threw her over the fence, all that good stuff.
I freely admit to encouraging her in her decision to leave them. One of the neighbours (an other catlover) told me they said I stole her, and congratulated me.

She's slowly getting better, but I still don't trust her near my face.
 
My Wild Cat got her name because of the way she destroyed everything in the house (as a kitten). There was no shelf too high nor cupboard safe. Now she's 13 years old and doesn't jump higher than my lap or my bed.
 
Genghis was so named for similar reasons. He ruled with an iron paw for many years before going blind (he coped so well I didn't know how poor his sight was until he walked into my leg one day). He finally decided to draw stumps at 16 and a half.
 
Maybe it's because I'm not a "cat person" but I just don't get cats.

I mean, they're kinda like little retarded dogs on LSD with huge claws.

:rose:
 
Oh they are so not, well OK I admit they do act like they are on LSD at times. There are times when they act like they are on speed to. Have to own a cat to know what I am talking about there. :eek:

However I must object to saying they are like little dogs with big paws. For one thing, little dogs only chase birds because they are protecting your yard from intruders. Cats on the other hand chase birds because they want to give you some food.

Well at least ours always brings caught birds back into the house, always alive to. I can tell you one thing, catching an alive scared to death finch is not easy. Luckily for said finch flying into the spinning fan wasn't fatal, it was on slow. Apparently knocked him mildly senseless to, I was able to pick him up and throw him out the window, no clue where he landed, lots of flapping and a few screeches.

Our cat was outside for a couple hours looking for that poor finch, probably didn't stop flying until it reached Hawaii. ;)
 
Ah, those gifts of fresh meat. Gotta love them. My old cat, Felix, used to stand by proudly whenever I stepped on the dead mouse she would inveriably bring me. Such a lovely sensation when the little carcass goes squish under a bare foot. :eek: The worst was the dead rat. Anyone who knows me knows that rats are the one thing that can move me out of my house.

The exterminator explained that Felix must have found it outside because there was no sign of them in the house. Blech.
 
If you think stepping on a dead mouse is bad, you should try waking up with one in your bed. :eek: My hunter cat must have brought it to bed with her for later. Lucky me that I was already planning to get up when I found it. Even luckier that I was visiting my parents and could leave the mice behind when I went home.
 
Oh they are so not, well OK I admit they do act like they are on LSD at times. There are times when they act like they are on speed to. Have to own a cat to know what I am talking about there. :eek:

However I must object to saying they are like little dogs with big paws. For one thing, little dogs only chase birds because they are protecting your yard from intruders. Cats on the other hand chase birds because they want to give you some food.

Well at least ours always brings caught birds back into the house, always alive to. I can tell you one thing, catching an alive scared to death finch is not easy. Luckily for said finch flying into the spinning fan wasn't fatal, it was on slow. Apparently knocked him mildly senseless to, I was able to pick him up and throw him out the window, no clue where he landed, lots of flapping and a few screeches.

Our cat was outside for a couple hours looking for that poor finch, probably didn't stop flying until it reached Hawaii. ;)

I know, I know, some peoples love the little things. I had one years back and they grow on you.

But you just admitted in your post that dogs protect your yard from birds while cats bring them inside wanting you to put them in a frying pan.

Retarded? LSD? Huge claws?

The evidence is overwhelming enough to demand a drug test.

JMO.

:rose:
 
If you think stepping on a dead mouse is bad, you should try waking up with one in your bed. :eek: My hunter cat must have brought it to bed with her for later. Lucky me that I was already planning to get up when I found it. Even luckier that I was visiting my parents and could leave the mice behind when I went home.

LOL Try finding a live one in your shoe at 6:00 a.m. where it's been hiding since getting away from the calico who brought it in during the night! GACK!! Damned thing brought in lots of rodentia during the nights which then became prey for the hunting beagle who would go on full cry indoors the next morning. When I'd finally find the damned things hiding under the furniture, beagle'd eat 'em in a single snap.

Ah, the joys of pet ownership.
 
LOL Try finding a live one in your shoe at 6:00 a.m. where it's been hiding since getting away from the calico who brought it in during the night! GACK!! Damned thing brought in lots of rodentia during the nights which then became prey for the hunting beagle who would go on full cry indoors the next morning. When I'd finally find the damned things hiding under the furniture, beagle'd eat 'em in a single snap.

Ah, the joys of pet ownership.

I think I'd almost prefer the live ones if they would just learn from the experience and never come back. It's pretty cute though that you cat would bring them home for the dog. Gives new meaning to interspecies cooperation.

My parent's current cat does it best though. She catches them and eats them whole. No fuss, no muss, no bother.
 
I could always share tales of people who act just as weird as a cat, not on drugs, sometimes on alchohol, and generally not in need of therapy. :eek:
 
I just removed Harry the Hairy from the water heater flue. He was stuck. I should've taken a photo first.
 
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