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Cat Forum / Cat Anecdotes / February 2006Couple a Cat With Buttered Bread And All You'll Get is Hair in Your Brekky.
Hey Everyone! The title of this blog says it all. Fleas gets a lot'a crazy questions to his inbox, and this week's Housecat Wisdom features one of the many. You can probably guess what it's about, but why not take a peek and see for a certainty. If nothing else, it's a cute read, and there's always a picture of my feline Einstein. :) Cheers, Azy! "There are also some who may allow you to lay hold of them for their own personal amusement. It's usually the British Shorthairs, as they're more laid back by nature. (Not to mention they have a warped sense of humour.)"~~ Mr. Fleez www.housecatwisdom.blogspot.com My single first worse experience with a feline....(it was Speedy Joe) led me to conclude the first rule of being a cat slave was: Never leave a kitten unsupervised in the same room as spaghetti bolognese I don't think I ever got all the sauce of the walls (Speedy Joe made his own arrangements concerning the sauce on himself) Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs Mine was when his nibs was a youngster. I'd made boiled egg and toast. Went to take a phone call, when I returned said toast had been licked clean of butter, egg had all been eaten out of shell and shell was now in several pieces, the largest being used as a football across the freshly vacuumed carpet! A friend's cat made a jump for the countertop when friend's back was turned to get a baking pan for the cake she was mixing up. Cat landed in mixing bowl, bowl, cat and cake batter went flying. Cat ended up in the bedroom on the bed so did some of the batter that accompanied cat, the carpet of the bedroom also sported batter, so did the living room carpet and the the hallway carpet. The kitchen was covered in cake batter including the ceiling. No cake was made that day and the rest of the day was spent cleaning uncooked cake from just about everywhere. p > A friend's cat made a jump for the countertop when friend's back was > turned to get a baking pan for the cake she was mixing up. Cat landed in [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > including the ceiling. No cake was made that day and the rest of the day > was spent cleaning uncooked cake from just about everywhere. p What a bummer of a day! Lucky for that cat that it's cute... :) Joyce > A friend's cat made a jump for the countertop when friend's back was > turned to get a baking pan for the cake she was mixing up. Cat landed [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > rest of the day was spent cleaning uncooked cake from just about > everywhere. p I would have just let the cake batter dry, and then scaped (or brushed) it off the surfaces Since we're on the topic of worst moggy moments, I guess mine would be when Mr. Fleas decided that it'd be a good idea to nose around in a paper bag filled with beech nuts. His head became ensnared by the handle of the bag, and he went flying around the basement like a cat out'a hell. It literally sounded as if someone had knocked over a shelf of terracotta pots, which then dominoed into a row of nearby sibling shelves. After he rocketed up the basement steps, spreading beech nuts and dirt all over the living room, he dove back to the basement, and, without touching a single step on his way, smashed himself into the breeze block wall. He had a bulging side, a bloody nose, a lump on his head, and every one of his toe nails were broken and bleeding. It was an horrific nightmare. Fortunately, his wounds were basically superficial, and he healed quickly. On the down side, it instilled in him /no/ fear of paper bags; not even the handled variety. Needless to say, we don't keep them in the house anymore. Cheers, Azy! "There are also some who may allow you to lay hold of them for their own personal amusement. It's usually the British Shorthairs, as they're more laid back by nature. (Not to mention they have a warped sense of humour.)"~~ Mr. Fleez www.housecatwisdom.blogspot.com > Since we're on the topic of worst moggy moments, I guess mine would be > when Mr. Fleas decided that it'd be a good idea to nose around in a [quoted text clipped - 20 lines] > more laid back by nature. (Not to mention they have a warped sense of > humour.)"~~ Mr. Fleez www.housecatwisdom.blogspot.com <abject horror> This happened to Sugar with a plastic grocery sack once, only she was not injured. How HORRIBLE!! I never ever set bags on the floor again after that, not even for a moment. (That time I was putting away groceries and it was less than a minute on the floor when it happened. However, she was terrified of sacks for a long time.) >> Since we're on the topic of worst moggy moments, I guess mine would be >> when Mr. Fleas decided that it'd be a good idea to nose around in a [quoted text clipped - 26 lines] > putting away groceries and it was less than a minute on the floor when > it happened. However, she was terrified of sacks for a long time.) It also happened to TuTu. She tore back and forth through the house and I stood at the side trying to catch the bag. After about three tries I caught it and tore it off of her. What an experience! MLB Fleas finally wedged himself under the sofa in the basement, which isn't an easy feat for a 13 pound cat. The ring stayed wrapped about his neck, but the part that was chasing him tore off on his way under, so he was content to sit there and calm down. I removed him from beneath the sofa and then took the handle off him. At that point I think I was more traumatised than he was, as five minutes later he wanted to go hobbling off to the basement again! I thought, 'you nut!' It must'a been like the morbid curiosity to return to a house in which you'd suffered abuse. There's no reason to go back there, but for some reason, it draws you. Nevertheless, he's fine now, and we no longer keep those sorts of sacks in the house. Cheers, Azy! "There are also some who may allow you to lay hold of them for their own personal amusement. It's usually the British Shorthairs, as they're more laid back by nature. (Not to mention they have a warped sense of humour.)"~~ Mr. Fleez www.housecatwisdom.blogspot.com P.S. Look at Mr. Fleas' new yahoo 360 site! It's loaded with pictures, and even has some cat poetry! ::grin:: http://uk.profiles.yahoo.com/mistah_fleas
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