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Shiral - 12 May 2007 20:26 GMT

The Red Spot Greebling has been getting VERY uppity, lately. It
absolutely TEASES the girls until they chase it. This impudent
greebling infuriates Nina so much, she will run UP my front door and
her little hindlegs will get up to doorknob height, all four little
paws off the floor before she remembers "Hey, this is VERTICAL! I'm
not supposed to be up here!" And jumps back down to the floor. Well!
Yesterday, in pursuit of the greebling, she ran UP the door as usual,
then somehow, managed to launch herself at the wall standing at right
angles to the door without losing much elevation. BONK! She hit her
little face against the wall and landed sans dignity.

There's only one way to react when your hoomin laughs at an
ungraceful thing you do: Pretend you meant to do that. She left me to
fend for myself against the Greebling, and began to wash a front paw
with elegant deliberation. =o) It was a very feline moment, and
eventually, I stopped snickering at her. =o)

Melissa

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Ketzl's Dad - 12 May 2007 22:43 GMT

> There's only one way to react when your hoomin laughs at an
> ungraceful thing you do: Pretend you meant to do that. She left me to
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> Melissa

I *love* those "quick-bath sessions" that occur after the critter has
demonstrated what it must be like to have four left feet. George Carlin did a
routine on it some several years ago that I won't repeat here, since there is
a somewhat unsavory curse-word in it, but it's hilarious and so true.

Ketzl likes to climb door jambs in much the way you describe: a vertical leap
to whatever height he can attain, and then a slide back down, nails scraping
against the door jamb (since he can't gain purchase.) Every so often his
right paw hits the light switch on the uptake on the adjacent wall and he
turns the light on.

At least he hasn't learned to flush the toilet yet!

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EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque) - 13 May 2007 00:51 GMT

> I *love* those "quick-bath sessions" that occur after the critter has
> demonstrated what it must be like to have four left feet. George Carlin did a
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> right paw hits the light switch on the uptake on the adjacent wall and he
> turns the light on.

I once had an apartment with all the rooms opening off of a
long hallway (with white-painted walls). At the time I had
three cats, who thought it great fun to chase each other
through the entire apartment. (From downstairs, it sounded
like a herd of Great Danes.) Most of the time they'd miss
the angle from room to the hallway, and run halfway up the
wall before they could complete a turn. Consequently, I had
kitty-cat paw prints all over the hallway walls.

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jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt@sonic.net - 13 May 2007 02:29 GMT

> I once had an apartment with all the rooms opening off of a
> long hallway (with white-painted walls). At the time I had
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> wall before they could complete a turn. Consequently, I had
> kitty-cat paw prints all over the hallway walls.

I had an apartment like that, too. I used to throw twistie ties down
the hall for my cat, Silkie, to chase them. She would race down, but
because the floor was painted, it was hard for her to stop when she
reached the twistie tie, and she'd go sliding past it, scrambling to
turn as she slid, so that when she came to a stop, she would be facing
back toward me. Hilarious!

Silkie used to fetch the twistie ties and bring them back for me to
throw again, so we played this game for long periods of time.

Joyce

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John F. Eldredge - 13 May 2007 04:48 GMT

> > I once had an apartment with all the rooms opening off of a
> > long hallway (with white-painted walls). At the time I had
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>Silkie used to fetch the twistie ties and bring them back for me to
>throw again, so we played this game for long periods of time.

My parents had an apartment somewhat like that when they were in
graduate school, back before I was born. They would bounce a rubber
ball down the hall (and sometimes down the stairs as well), and their
cat would chase the ball, grip it in his teeth, and bring it back for
them to throw again. Their cat couldn't go outside because it would
get in fights with the landlady's cat.

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jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt@sonic.net - 13 May 2007 09:39 GMT

> My parents had an apartment somewhat like that when they were in
> graduate school, back before I was born. They would bounce a rubber
> ball down the hall (and sometimes down the stairs as well), and their
> cat would chase the ball, grip it in his teeth, and bring it back for
> them to throw again.

That's great! None of my bunch play fetch very well. It's more like: I
throw the ball, they chase it, then I go into the other room, pick up the
ball, and throw it the other way, etc, etc.

Recently I played fetch with a friend's dog, and I was amazed at how much
more satisfying it is to play fetch with a dog! :)

Joyce

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EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque) - 13 May 2007 17:07 GMT

> > I once had an apartment with all the rooms opening off of a
> > long hallway (with white-painted walls). At the time I had
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> Silkie used to fetch the twistie ties and bring them back for me to
> throw again, so we played this game for long periods of time.

I had a "retriever" cat once, too. Unfortunately, she had
the bad habit of a) choosing her objects from the trash
baskets and b) hiding them to produce later for guests to
throw for her. (I'm not particularly prudish, but tampon
wrappers presented to male guests as a throw-toy could be a
bit embarrassing - especially with a new boyfriend!)

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Shiral - 13 May 2007 18:17 GMT

On May 13, 9:07 am, "EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)"
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> jXwXeXrXmXoX...@sonic.net wrote:
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I have to put everything to do with "feminine products" in the kitchen
trash where Nina can't get at them. I remember waking up one morning
when she was just a kitten to find her busily playing with a tampon
applicator tube in my living room, having the greatest time with it.
That alone would be an embarrassing find if I had guests over, let
alone if they found a kitten-gnawed one lying abandoned on the rug!
Fortunately, these days, she's perfectly happy mauling innocent
drinking straws, instead. =o)

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Stormin Mormon - 15 May 2007 01:21 GMT

About a week ago, I used a laser pointer to convince a cat to
turn off the light in the room. The light switch was right behind
the sofa, which made it easier. I got some funny looks from the
people in the room.

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: Ketzl likes to climb door jambs in much the way you describe: a vertical leap
: to whatever height he can attain, and then a slide back down, nails scraping
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: At least he hasn't learned to flush the toilet yet!

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