What's the deal?

oo0_boo_0oo said:
one of my cats came through the cat flap with a whole joint of beef in its mouth once. I had to buy my neighbour dinner to repay her :rolleyes:

Crikey! Beats my cat's raw sausage gift. I bet it thought it was Christmas!!!
 
Tatelou said:
Hahaha! That name was very fitting. I guess you chose it. ;)

I'm pleased the little mole got away. I know it's only a natural instinct of a cat, but I hate it when they bring home wild life.

Yeh, when we got him, I thought he had the devil in him, hence the name.

You should have heard us on the doorstep calling him!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you can imagine, before long we resorted to "Puss"

It worked too.

He brought home many varied things in his time, bless him!
 
I can imagine! And, I don't blame you, and I bet he did!

Ben's our one for bringing home stuff. We keep getting frogs in our garden, and I'm forever having to catch them as they hop around the living room. :rolleyes:
 
For most of my adult life I have had cats and one in particular used to bring home birds that he had caught. Then he would eat them on the porch. He wasn't being generous; he was just taking food home to eat it.

My current wife dislikes cats and dogs, I don't know why, so I don't have any now. Except for that, she is a very nice lady so I keep her around.

Now, to get the thread back on track, Shocky, that is a very sexy AV. Are those tattoos? They mjust have hurt a lot when you got them.:p
 
Something tells me that either, there's a thread you haven't read, or you're seriously in denial!!!!

Either way, lol!
 
lewdandlicentious said:
Something tells me that either, there's a thread you haven't read, or you're seriously in denial!!!!

Either way, lol!

Quite! LOL!!!! :D

I think my AV makes things clear now. ;)

I did copy it from Joe's idea, before anyone asks. :p

Lou
 
I had a cat who ended up with the name You Little Bastard.

He first picked it up when I walked past his favourite sleeping spot, on top of a pinball machine I owned. Next thing I know, I have a cat wrapped around my head, with teeth and claws inserted in my epidermis. I pull him off, put him down (on the floor) and give him his new name.

Several nights later, I wake up in bed realising I have a cat under the covers with me, stalking something. Since I sleep naked he can only be stalking one thing down there. Better move quick! Too Late! EEEYOW! That's when his name became permanent.

Two days later, I bend over to pick up bed covering while making the bed. As I stand up a set of claws goes swish past my eyes.

You Little Bastard went out later in the day and never came back.

On the plus side I got a new cat right after that. Coal black, no white at all. And she was the sweetest cat I've ever owned. I still miss her.
 
rgraham666 said:
I had a cat who ended up with the name You Little Bastard.

He first picked it up when I walked past his favourite sleeping spot, on top of a pinball machine I owned. Next thing I know, I have a cat wrapped around my head, with teeth and claws inserted in my epidermis. I pull him off, put him down (on the floor) and give him his new name.

Several nights later, I wake up in bed realising I have a cat under the covers with me, stalking something. Since I sleep naked he can only be stalking one thing down there. Better move quick! Too Late! EEEYOW! That's when his name became permanent.

Two days later, I bend over to pick up bed covering while making the bed. As I stand up a set of claws goes swish past my eyes.

You Little Bastard went out later in the day and never came back.

On the plus side I got a new cat right after that. Coal black, no white at all. And she was the sweetest cat I've ever owned. I still miss her.

LOL, eek, ouch and awww! That was all referring to "You Little Bastard", btw.

I've also got a cute little coal black cat. She's called Rosie, and is the sweetest cat I've ever owned. She was a stray and I coaxed her in the house one day. I put up some notices, but nobody claimed her, and she became a permanent resident.

Billy likes to chase her, but she always wins their little scraps. :)

Lou
 
I like both. They both have their appeal. I like the closeness and companionship that dogs give. And, also the excuse Billy gives me to run around the fields like a complete hejit. :D

Lou
 
know it's only a natural instinct of a cat, but I hate it when they bring home wild life.

Me, too. I mean, if they'd kill it at once, but no; they have to play with it. Many a stupid lizard (hey, it came into the house) I've had to rescue from cats. Also a few tree frogs. Come to think of it, though, we had one cat that didn't bother playing with his prey very much. Pete ate lizards. This did not please me, since it gave his ordure a peculiar metallic stench which permeated the entire house if he took a dump in the catbox.

My present cats are Ziba, the Abyssinian mix, whose beauty is in inverse proportion to her intelligence (no other cat I've had ate a 4' long piece of blind cord and ended up costing me $700+) and Doc, who's almost all black except for a couple of faint white tufts of hair on his underside, and who likes to ride on people's shoulders and give them big passionate noserubs.
 
Forgive me if this was asked and answered already, but it just dawned on me and I'm quite curious.

Did you get a cock pic PM'd to you as Shock Chick or not?


(Yes, I wonder about odd things. That's just the tip of the iceberg...)
 
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