Posted on 03/17/2017 12:23:59 PM PDT by Kaslin
RUSH: I’ll tell you, I look battle-scarred here today. I had the most unpleasant experience at home today. You know, I have my little cat, my little Abyssinian named Allie. I got Allie a little while, about six months after my previous beloved cat passed away, Punkin.
They have two completely different personalities. Whereas Punkin from one year of age was like an old lady, slow moving, totally affectionate, wherever I went the cat was there. This cat Allie is the most independent, like I thought all cats were, doesn’t give a rat’s rear end except when she wants to eat or something. She’s a lovable cat, don’t misunderstand.
But I made a mistake with this cat when she was a kitten because the place I live has many danger points for a kitten like second story balconies to jump or fall off of, nooks and crannies to get lost in. For the first, I don’t know, nine months or year the only place the cat got to go was my library where I could keep an eye on her. And it’s a big enough room as it is, and it has an upstairs and a balcony, had to close that off. I closed off the staircase so that nobody could get up there, including the cat.
Well, this meant that at the end of the night when it was time to go to bed I had to catch the cat and take her up with me. She didn’t like it and she began to hide and to hiss and to basically threaten me when I tried to pick her up because she didn’t want to be captured. But I had to do it, and this went on for nine months. And I’m afraid I have forever scarred this cat into thinking that whenever I approach, she’s gonna be captured and sent back to the zoo or something.
Well, today she had to go to the vet, the annual checkup and to get the claws clipped. I did not remove the claws this time like we did with the previous cat because I thought that was a little bit too much, plus there are dogs running around so the cat needs some defense mechanisms. They’re giant dogs. They’re sheepdogs. So it was time today, and yesterday we could not get her into the travel cage. She just ran away from the staff attempting to — she would hide in places they couldn’t get her.
So I get this note yesterday, “Look, we’ve tried for two hours, but we’re gonna need your help tomorrow,” meaning today. I said, “Aw, no. You mean I’m the one that has to catch her and end up being hated?”
So we devised a plan. The cat every morning, when I’m in the shower, goes to a window sill in my closet and waits for me. I come out of the shower, get dressed, and then go scratch her butt and pet her. So I said, “What I’m gonna do, I’m gonna go in there and I’m gonna grab her and you run in with that cage.” We left the cage in a room overnight so she could get accustomed to it. Well, all of that went according to plan until she saw the cage. And I have got cat scratches all over my hands. That cat was hissing, the mouth was wide open, her eyes, her pupils were wide open.
I said, “This cat’s either traumatized or mad, or maybe both, at me!” So we get her in that cage. She jumped out, I mean, lickety-split. We found her after another 10 minutes, get her back in the cage, and the guy had forgotten to zip up the end and she darted out the edge of it. It took three times, three traumatized cat experiences. And, I don’t know, it’s not cruelty, because we had to take the cat to the vet to make sure she gets her annual shots, checkup and all this.
But I had Band-Aids and styptic pencils all over my hands for 20 minutes after this. I’ve never seen the cat so mad and I’m just convinced it was that first year. (interruption) Well, it’s getting worse. I mean, this is the first time this happened. Last year when we put her in the cage, I mean, she objected, but there weren’t any claws and fangs and hisses. If I would have thought about it, I would have put on a hazmat suit or some such thing.
Anyway, got her to the vet, got the claws trimmed, got the shots, she’s back home now. But man, oh, man, I’ve never seen such a traumatized pet. And this cat is treated with the greatest affection and nobody is ever mean. I’m convinced that I made the cat paranoid in that first year.
Ragamuffins are adorable cats. Communicate great with humans.
I have a similar problem with front lining our Bob. He’s pretty wild to begin with but there were two times/places where he was affectionate and trusted me. I’ve used both of those times/places and it takes him a week to forget it. My DIL can do it with no problem... same with clipping claws, brushing teeth. I just don’t have the personality.
Abbysinians are a crazy breed. Among those that have lived in our extended family, their favorite habit is opening cupboard doors. If you have an Abby, you’ll have to install child-safe catches on all your cupboards.
We have a white cat named, “Doom.”
His cat tree is next to a window.
One time, Doom was sleeping in his tree and I went to the window to look outside.
I accidentally bumped my right arm into Doom very lightly.
It surprised him awake.
I ended up with four giant claw marks down my right arm. One was almost a foot long.
I shoulda named that cat, “Freddy.”
They are very much all unique individuals, just like humans.
One of my cats is like that. If you’re reading this Rush, it’s not your fault. I can’t even hide the flea drops to sneak and put on her neck, she knows something is up and won’t sit with me. I had to get her some meds one time and it was impossible. Thankfully she got well anyway.
If you read the transcript than you must have missed that he had a cat before (Punkin) which passed away several years ago. He had a transcript of it when he talked about it on his show.
Sounds like she is a liberty loving independent republican to me.
How friendly is this car?
Wasn’t it part of Obama’s “Cash for Clunkers” program?
Keep it up, she’ll respond.
Most of our cats have come from the shelter.
Went thru the same ordeal a few months ago. Fortunately the scars on my hands, arms, chest and nose have healed..............LOL!
“L tryptophan pills....”
“How to give your cat a pill”
Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as though holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat’s mouth, and gently apply pressure to his cheeks. When cat opens up, pop pill into mouth. Cat will then close mouth and swallow.
Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Repeat the process.
Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, immobilizing front and rear paws. Ask assistant to hold cat’s head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into cat’s throat. Flick pill down ruler with forefinger, and rub cat’s throat vigorously.
Retrieve cat from living-room curtain valance.
Carefully sweep shattered figurines from hearth, and set aside for later gluing. Remove next pill from foil wrap.
Wrap cat in beach towel, and ask assistant to lie prone on cat with cat’s head visible under assistant’s armpit. Put pill in end of paper tube you’ve made for this purpose. Then, force cat’s mouth open with pencil, and blow.
Check label to make sure pill is not lethal to humans. Sip water to take taste away. Apply bandage to assistant’s forearm, and remove blood from carpet with soap and cold water.
Call 911, ask fire department to retrieve cat from eucalyptus tree. Remove remaining pill from foil wrap. Tie cat’s front paws to rear paws with garden twine, and securely tie to leg of dining table. Put on heavy-duty pruning gloves. Force cat’s mouth open with tire iron. Drop pill, previously hidden in one ounce of raw hamburger, into cat’s mouth. Hold head vertically with nose pointed to ceiling, and pour one-half pint of water down cat’s throat, and two jiggers of whiskey down your own.
Ask assistant to drive you to emergency room. Sit quietly while doctor administers anesthetic, stitches forearm and removes pill remnants from eye. Drop off cat, along with a generous donation, at animal shelter, and adopt a goldfish.
How do I do that? Whenever I try, she immediately bolts away?
So what makes you a legitimate judge of anyone?......Sheesh!
RDS doesn't fit well in this forum.......
Tranquillizers and welders gloves do the trick.
That advice would work better with a dog than a cat. A cat has to think it’s his idea. See my DEAR RUSH post earlier in thread.
“Cats. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.”
Can’t live with ‘em get a dog.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.