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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 7:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 1:05 am
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I once had a vengeful cat. It was all play, of course. One day I see him in the dog food of all things, a** up in the air, disappeared from the front shoulders (haunches?) forward. Perfect opportunity, I think to myself. So I creep up RIGHT behind him, slam my hand onto the table as hard as I can, palms flat, letting out a scream, and shake the table. I swear to you, that cat did not have to jump out; it was more of a teleportation thing. One second he's getting into the dogs food, the next he on the couch over on the other side of the room, tail flicking side to side (a very obvious sign that he was pissed).
Later that night I'm laying on the couch, watching whatever likely god-awful show was on, when I see this flurry of swiping white paws come flying though the air parallel to me like some sort of damn kittie-ninja, slap me around for a split second, and disappear off into the kitchen. No claws; it was a kittie b***h-slapping! xd We ended up doing that for years, afterwards; he'd get into something he shouldn't or just present too tempting an opportunity, and I'd end up spitting out cat-hair. Never knew when or where he'd get me, either. I miss that cat.
EDIT: My father named him, by-the-by; he always named our cats in rhymes, and this one's name, since for a year or so we just called him "kitty", end up being "shitty-kitty". That might have contributed to his vengeful nature, come to think of it...
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 7:59 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 10:32 am
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Officer Hot-Pants I once had a vengeful cat. It was all play, of course. One day I see him in the dog food of all things, a** up in the air, disappeared from the front shoulders (haunches?) forward. Perfect opportunity, I think to myself. So I creep up RIGHT behind him, slam my hand onto the table as hard as I can, palms flat, letting out a scream, and shake the table. I swear to you, that cat did not have to jump out; it was more of a teleportation thing. One second he's getting into the dogs food, the next he on the couch over on the other side of the room, tail flicking side to side (a very obvious sign that he was pissed). Later that night I'm laying on the couch, watching whatever likely god-awful show was on, when I see this flurry of swiping white paws come flying though the air parallel to me like some sort of damn kittie-ninja, slap me around for a split second, and disappear off into the kitchen. No claws; it was a kittie b***h-slapping! xd We ended up doing that for years, afterwards; he'd get into something he shouldn't or just present too tempting an opportunity, and I'd end up spitting out cat-hair. Never knew when or where he'd get me, either. I miss that cat. EDIT: My father named him, by-the-by; he always named our cats in rhymes, and this one's name, since for a year or so we just called him "kitty", end up being "shitty-kitty". That might have contributed to his vengeful nature, come to think of it... one of my kitties, wu tang, will stalk you all through the house, and then chase you down hallways.
if she catches you, she'll leap, sink her claws into your thigh and then start biting you all over. crying
its pretty damn funny when it happens, but DAYUM it hurts!
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