I Live With a Cat Now

lavender said:
I have never had a cat in my own home, but my roommate has a cat. It's a cute little critter. Right now, she's going crazy because she saw a bug. She is on the hunt to kill the little beast.

My roommate's cat is a microcat. It's a year old but is about half of the size of a normal small cat. She also has an evil little meow that is scary. But, she's a cute little fucker. I like having her around.

I think it's going to be great living with the little one.

I have 2 of them at home with me. One is lazy as hell and the other is psycho. You'll never grow bored of them. :)
 
Congratulations! Cats are great bug hunters.

Wait until she wants to help you type on your keyboard. :D
 
I used to have a cat.

She hated everyone but me.

Heh.
 
Cats are great!

We have six (I won't say own, because we share the house with them). Despite what some folks say, cats are very loving, loyal, and fun.

One cat is laying on my feet right now - that is his place whenever someone is at the computer. One loves to sleep on my face, one flushes the toilet, one prefers ice cubes in her water dish, one tries to drink out of the bathtub tap, and one is so clumsy he falls off the couch every day.

Life with kitties is never boring . . .:cathappy:
 
Now you need to read T S Elliotts book on cats, so that you will know what to do.
 
Hey you'll have a ball with her! Little cats rock, she might grow a little more, 1 is still young.

My kids want another kitten, and it's hard for me to resist the idea.
 
Possum's Book of Practical Cats!

yes - we have it - all our kitties are named from it!! (and, of course, the musical CATS is from it)
 
Okay, so while I was in Spain I learned to fry stuff but got pretty bored just frying potatoes and chicken. My roommates suggested I try rabbit, and me being one to always try something once, I went out and bought myself a bunny. In Spain, your bunny doesn't come in neat little steaks and loins, it comes whole.

So I bring the rabbit (whole, but skinned and gutted) home. I detach all the edible-looking appendage parts, but am to afraid to do anything with the head and liver and stuff. So I leave it on the counter, planning to give it to the cat later.

The cat finds it first. I come into the kitchen after dinner and she is batting around the digusting bloody head on the floor and looking very pleased with herself. Bracing myself, I grab the head and toss it in the trash.

But...I notice there is still something on the floor...small, black, round...Oh my god, it's an EYEBALL!

Almost hurled right there.

:D
 
I walked in on Aiko attacking a pair of boxers I'd taken off the other day. I'd let them on the floor, took a shower, and came back to find her wrapped in them, attacking the crotch, and making the weirdest sounds.
 
One of our girl kitties always curls up in my husband's clothes - her attempt to get into his pants, I always say . . .
 
Laurel said:
I walked in on Aiko attacking a pair of boxers I'd taken off the other day. I'd let them on the floor, took a shower, and came back to find her wrapped in them, attacking the crotch, and making the weirdest sounds.

You've never read any of the stories here, have you?
 
My cat used to make different sounds for different situations.

There was the "where are you, I'm lonely" sound, which was like, "Meow MEOW?!"

And the, "quiet, I'm about to attack a bird, this time I'm really gonna get it" sound, which was a short quick, "mao!"

And the, "I want you to come play with me, but I can't meow because I have this stuffed cow in my mouth" sound, which was like a long, rolled, "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?" I think this is the turkey gobbling sound lavender is talking about.
 
Bustopher Jones ate a cricket today - ick - I didn't mind, until he decided half an hour later that he didn't want it. Crickets are nasty enough - to clean up a half-digested one made me ill!
 
lavender said:
I think it's going to be great living with the little one.



One?


(Should we tell her? Cats are like chips, there's no such thing as only one.)
 
Laurel said:
I walked in on Aiko attacking a pair of boxers I'd taken off the other day. I'd let them on the floor, took a shower, and came back to find her wrapped in them, attacking the crotch, and making the weirdest sounds.

I was sitting on toilet Saturday, with Samantha (a grey tabby) marched in and sniffed around. She got real escited when she got to my boxers that were lying arround my ankles, and climbed into my boxers, proceeding to curl up, purring, makeing a nest. When I was done, she refused to get out so that I could pull them up and get dressed. I had to pick her up and set her out. She looked at me, said "Ralph!", and marched out of the bathroom with great dignity.
 
This is Cleo or "Mumcat" as I call her, she loves plastics bags and will attack them if left laying around, also if you bring anything new into the house or she has to sleep on it or get inside it.
 
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