Well I didn't really do it, but in the future I'll definitely pay more
attention:
Micky walked over a burning candle - thankfully we were all watching what
was going on -
then he stood still and let the tail hang over the flame. Of course it
caught fire: wooom!!
I can tell you, such a cat's fur burns very well! We jumped up, blew out the
candle and I grabbed the tail and put the flame out which was easy enough,
thankfully. There was a smell of burnt hair in the room and Micky gave us a
look saying: What are you all so nervous for all of a sudden? He didn't
realise a thing ...
But *I* realised that with a cat you're never ever to leave a candle burning
in a room when you're not there. He could have died in the fire which he
would have caused if we hadn't been there, and he could have burned the
whole house down.

Carola

5 antibiotic injections. I never knew that cats could make such odd
noises. Mind you if he took his tablets like a good little boy....

As for the cat - he once decided to jump from the counter to the bin and
ended up being swallowed by the flip top bin. Since he *knew* he
shouldn't have been on the bin he kept quiet and stayed there all day
until he got a potato peeling shower when I made myself dinner.

The first time nermal brought me a present I freaked out.
Didn't realize how honored I was supposed to be.

I've accidentally shut every cat I have ever had in the closet
at least once.  Because I know it can happen I tend to leave
doors ajar and go on a cat hunt if it's been more than an hour
or so since I have seen one.

The one thing I did that made me feel really really bad...and
it just happened this morning was let Sasha's water dish
go dry.  She was harassing me in the kitchen.  I thought she
wanted to chase treats (she likes me to throw her treats so
she can "catch" it before she eats it) I threw a few and she just
looked at me.  "What do you want"...she walks over to her dish...
the dry one that she likes to drink water out of.  Man what a horrible
mom.  Of course she has two others that did have water but his
was the "feeder".    I think she might forgive me this year.

AG

Bwhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Oh My God. That is the funniest story I have heard on here in a long time.

Nat

I have a Siamese Manx that likes to keep one of his toys in his food bowl at
all times. He got quite upset with me for taking it out. He seemed very put
out having to get another toy and replace the one I "lost". But after a
about a week I caught on and now there is always a cat toy in the food bowl.

SNIP
Okay - this is absolutely HORRIBLE.........
I used to sleep on my pull out sofabed in the winter b/c it stayed a lot
warmer in the living room than my bedroom. All four cats would sleep on the
bed with me, and when I woke up in the morning they would jump off right
away knowing I was going to put the bed away.
I always make a "headcount" before I go to work so that I "know" all the
cats are inside.
That morning I did a headcount and didnt find Ashes. On the way to work I
called my sister and asked her to check all the hiding spots in her room as
I couldnt find Ashes and was afraid that she had snuck outside. No luck.
At around 10 a.m. or so I was in a tizzy b/c my sister couldnt find her
either. I came home from work, kept walking all over the property, checked
all the cabinets and ANY spots she could have hidden ot gotten stuck (at the
time she was a pretty small cat). I pulled out the sofabed *4* times too
look underneathe in case she was underneath when I closed it and got stuck
in the back (in the open space thats left).
Finally, out of sheer desperation, I *FULLY* unfolded the sofabed, and there
was my little Ashface SOAKED to the bone  wrapped up in my blanket passed
out with her tongue sticking out. I FREAKED and picked her up screaming
!!!!!!ASHES!!! Well, she came to with a BIG gasp of air. I immediately
called the vet and he said as long as I could get her to drink some water
and she could walk around fine she should be okay, but that had I found her
10 minutes or so later she probably would have been dead!!!. I stayed home
with her for the rest of the day and after about 20 minutes she was walking
again and would drink water. My nickname now is cat killer, and I no longer
use the pull out sofa.........

whayface <whayface48604@yahoo.junk.com> wrote the following words of
wisdom:

I really hate to admit this. My story goes far beyond anything yall have
so far and is an abusive one. Keep in mind that now that I have matured
beyond the mindless dumbass (please forgive the language ladies), I would
never ever ever do anything like this again.

My first wife and I had a cat that was once a stray. While living with us,
it kind of went back to being a wild one. With my wife pregnant for the
first time, we decided it would be best to get rid of the cat. We were
just going to take it to her cousins house. After smoking some really good
pot (I used to be totally addicted to the stuff and I allowed my addiction
to ruin my life for quite awhile), I went and picked up the cat and
proceeded to carry him out to the car. My wife followed me and behind her
was my best friend, Ken.

I made the mistake of saying, "If this damn cat scratches me I'm gonna
drop kick him." So what did the cat do in the next three seconds? In my
drug induced stupidity, I did exactly what I said I would do. I dropkicked
him about 16 ft in the air. He slammed into the side of the house, crap
went everywhere and down he came about 20 feet from us.

We all stood there in shock for about 40 secs or so, looking at what I had
done to this poor cat. He didn't move. My wife started chewing me out. My
best friend just went, "Wow, man I didn't think you would do it." Me, I
almost started crying at what I had done. Just as I started to go get the
body for burial (I did the crime, I should do the work), the cat raised up
on his front two paws, looked at me with more hatred than I have ever
seen, and dragged himself off. Literally, I mean dragged his back legs
with him. Apparently they wouldn't work. He came back (God only knows why
after what I did) about a week or so later. He was one pissed off cat. He
was bad before that. After that, we definitely had to do something. We
finally had to call the pound. He wouldn't go near anyone. It was not a
good experience in any way shape or form.

I still think back upon that day ocassionally and consider the evil thing
I did. I still pray God's forgiveness every single time. I have since
given up my addiction (Yeahhh, free for over 15 yrs now). This event
happened over 20 yrs ago. Even though I still don't particularly like
cats, I will never do anything like that again against one of God's
creatures (except for man maybe if he attacks me or mine that is).

My furface Biggles www.1cooperfamily.com was trapped under the garage
door. My wife was leaving one morning and used the remote to close the
door. It was lucky that she looked back before driving off because Biggs
was sreadeagled with just his head,shoulders and front legs showing.
When released he was foaming at the mouth and after a few minutes he
dashed under a bush Meanwhile I was driving home at breakneck speed to
help my baby.

He suffered a couple of cracked ribs and recovered just fine. It took
him a little while to go back in the garage. (He was about 13 yo when
this happened)

Our new opener now has optical sensor so it will not happen to anything
else.

Bill

I don't mean to laugh........but I'm falling outta my chair from
laughing so hard.............poor kitty!!!!!