Posted on 06/09/2006 12:11:29 PM PDT by XRdsRev
Kind of reminds me of how the traditional, the conservative, the orthodox, and the Christian fear their clawless leftist detractors.
I have two dogs, one's half chocolate lab and half Weimaraner, about 8 years old, and the other's half lab and half Great Dane, about 6 months old. I also have a fully clawed 8 pound cat. Long ago the cat achieved complete domination over the Weimador; she's still working on the Daneador, but the chances are he'll succumb too.
Great photos, all of them.
Sitting under the treed bear, Jack was heard to mutter, "Now where's that new batwoman I been wantin' to get my claws into?"
Something a lot of people forget - when you *really* tick off a cat, it goes from fuzzy ally to furry buzz saw. As one of my friends puts it, four out of the five ends of a cat are pointy and sharp.
I've seen the results of a large housecat taking down an adult human and inflicting *major* damage before the owner could pull the cat off. Apparently, some cats know where the human jugular vein is....
That kitty is exactly what we need to send to negotiate our border situation with Vincente.
The cat's name is Jack... jus' call the bear... Wuss.
> four out of the five ends of a cat are pointy and sharp.
Actaully, it's five out of the six ends of a cat. The sixth end... well, that's more sort of bio/chem weaponry...
I had a dog and cat play a variation on that game. The dog would chase the cat up the stairs. You could hear the spinning paws as they slammed into the wall next to the wood floor. Then they would run down, with the cat chasing the dog. Repeat.
I had to laugh at this! This is exactly what happens when I try to groom my adolescent 20-pound [not fat!] Maine Coon Kitten. He has more moves than a kickboxer.Anyone who does not like cats is really missing something.
My Lilliput, who died several years ago at the age of 22, would lick the spot clean first and then nip! She was always fastidious.
Everyone thinks my two cats, Xiao Hu and Mao, are a couple of pillows. But I know how to get their kitty hormones goin', and if I'm not really careful, they rip the s--t outa me! But it's fun to see them in action!
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape,and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.
DAY 762... Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time, however, it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes filled with what they call "beer." More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, must be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Alas, due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured...for now.
But I can wait, it is only a matter of time....
It ain't the size of the cat in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the cat.
Unfortunately, the key words are "just about." Here's a photo of my ex-girlfriend, and my two pals, Fred (the cat) and Jack (the bulldog).
Fred and Jack were buddies. Unfortunately, my ex-girlfriend lives in a city where pit-bulls are illegal, and one of her neighbors has one illegally. Well, it got out, and tore Fred to shreds. And the neighbor tried to hide the remains of Fred, but another neighbor notified the police and my ex. She and Fred had been together for nearly 10 years, and she's shattered by the loss. I know Fred was an animal and not a child, but still, they were very close, and I feel the loss, because he and I were buddies. Heck, I still go there every now and then to see "the kids." I miss Fred. He was a very cool cat.
Of course, if she had a child, and the pitbull had gotten out and hurt a child, I would have driven the 350 miles with my Benelli Super 90 12 gauge and my S&W 629, and that would have been the end of it. As it is, I hope that the neighbor gets hit with a massive fine.
Mark
Mine, either. Must be some kitty prohibition against biting the bowl that feeds them :)
Nah, it's just no fun it it doesn't bleed and scream!
Mark
The expression on that cat's face is priceless.
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