CATS: EVIL FORCES OF WANTON DESTRUCTION?
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Awwww...cute kitty. He's just curious.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 11:10 AM
That cat is no more evil or wanton than any three-year-old child, or male of any age. "ooooo...a teetery tower that someone is working to make taller" [bides time] *WHAP!*
And note that the cat quickly learns that if he can delay his gratification, he gets to *WHAP* down a taller tower.
Posted by: Betsy | January 08, 2009 at 11:12 AM
That is adorable.
*plans to start saving soda bottle caps for my own scientific experiments*
Posted by: gjd | January 08, 2009 at 11:23 AM
We have two cats that look a great deal like that one, who have taught us an extremely valuable life lesson: Never put a liquid container or anything destructible near the edge of a table or counter.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | January 08, 2009 at 11:28 AM
For all that is holy, something must be done!
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | January 08, 2009 at 11:32 AM
Mine looks like that one too, Meanie. I just neutered AND de-clawed him. I'm waiting for the payback and have been sleeping with one eye open.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 11:40 AM
I was going to make the same comment about it not being any different than any 3 year old.
LOOK, something shiney ....
Posted by: Kibby F5™ | January 08, 2009 at 11:41 AM
I have one at the moment that would knock down the pile just once,then it would lacerate the hand.
Posted by: ron | January 08, 2009 at 11:43 AM
That's just random destructiveness. It's the planned destructiveness that truly demonstrates the levels of evil. For instance, over the Christmas season one of my cats kept raiding the nativity display and running off with Baby Jesus. I finally found the Holy Infant in the back of the fireplace. Evil and blasphemous-- a dangerous combination.
Posted by: SharonCville | January 08, 2009 at 11:46 AM
Good thing that cat didn't know how to strike a match!
Cat thoughts: "D@mn, if only we'd discovered fire..."
Posted by: Kibby F5™ | January 08, 2009 at 11:50 AM
bet if he could get his
servantsource of amusementowner near the litterbox, he'd kick sand in his face.Posted by: crossgirl | January 08, 2009 at 11:52 AM
Fire nothing. If they could figure out how to open the cat food cans, we'd be completely unnecessary.
Posted by: SharonCville | January 08, 2009 at 11:52 AM
Sharon, my daughter's friend has a newly adopted cat that kept raiding the nativity scene too. They took a picture of the aftermath and called it "The Nativity Massacre".
My own cat was extremely well behaved during Christmas. He left the tree/ornaments/Baby Jesus alone and would just sit under the tree, admiring the lights.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 11:53 AM
Or plotting my demise...
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 11:54 AM
I must say, the cat has trained his human exceptionally well.
My dog would have just eaten the bottle caps and then barfed them all up on the living room rug at 3 a.m.
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 11:58 AM
We once had a dog that ate the manger, but left Jesus alone.
Posted by: gjd | January 08, 2009 at 11:59 AM
Siouxie - what a well-behaved kitty! My mother's dog used to like to curl up under the tree - of course she was an 80-pound german shepherd and, after waking up several mornings in a row to find the tree lying on the living room floor, my dad finally wired it (the tree, not the dog) to the curtain rod.
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 12:01 PM
marfie, we have three giant dogs. One being a Great Dane. Our Christmas Tree is strategically placed in the center of the livingroom window...outside on the front porch. Actually, its kinda cool--no pine needles to fuss with and the water
freezes solidlast foreverPosted by: Cheryl Howard | January 08, 2009 at 12:10 PM
Excellent solution, Cheryl. We got a second dog last year, and given his propensity to chew/eat/throw up random household objects, we opted to get a smaller tree and put it up on a table in the family room. He never seemed to even notice it was there. That same week however; for some inexplicable reason, he felt compelled to chew a huge hole in our down comforter. I was picking feathers out of my clothes for days...
Posted by: Corny Collins | January 08, 2009 at 12:20 PM
My cat that looks JUST like that was a Nativity scene wrecker too - she knocked over a shepherd and a wise man, and broke a goat's leg.
Our kitten (who is getting neutered next Tuesday) was the big threat to the Christmas tree - every day when I came home, I had to search the house to see which ornaments he had stolen....
Posted by: sthnbelle | January 08, 2009 at 12:21 PM
My cat loves bottle caps. When I get a soda, he will run up to me and patienly wait until I take the cap off. Then he attacks the cap and is entertained for the next hour or until it ends up under the couch.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 08, 2009 at 12:23 PM
Cats eat tinsel....and eventually expel it. Nothing like a regal cat strutting thru the house with a shiny reflector stripe hangin' out his butt.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 08, 2009 at 12:26 PM
*WAVES @ Hammie!!!*
This is Sushi and our neighborhood leeeezard.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 12:27 PM
My dog would just eat those too and then crap plastic piles all over the house.
Posted by: Margaritaville | January 08, 2009 at 12:27 PM
Hammie, mine does that too only with bottle water caps. I fish 'em out from under my bed. They ARE very easily amused.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 12:29 PM
Oh yeah. My dogs would eat the caps and puke 'em all over the place too.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 12:31 PM
"Cats eat tinsel....and eventually expel it. Nothing like a regal cat strutting thru the house with a shiny reflector stripe hangin' out his butt."
i like the look on their faces when you pull it out though...
also the "ornaments" they then leave in the litter box.
Posted by: mudstuffin | January 08, 2009 at 12:36 PM
I used to have a Boston Terror who would wait until you had drunk all the water out of a plastic water bottle and the minute you would squeeze it and make that crunch sound he would come running! He would then grab the bottle and attack the cap until it came off and then he would just leave it in the middle of the floor. This provided him with very cheap entertainment.
Posted by: Margaritaville | January 08, 2009 at 12:38 PM
We had a Siamese named Jasmine who never weighed more than seven pounds. The Vet learned early not to treat her unless we gave her an oral tranquilizer and held her down with a towel for him to knock her out. I was so proud, and scarred.
Posted by: Steve | January 08, 2009 at 12:40 PM
The Border collies here engineer projects. We finally found out how stuff from the garbage ended up chewed and lying around the house, but the garbage appeared undisturbed.
One would tip the can down while the other selected out the choice bits. Then the can was put back.
Posted by: pogo | January 08, 2009 at 12:54 PM
I still find it suspicious that my black cat chooses to stretch all the way across the darkest part of the hallway at 6:00 in the morning. I think he believes he is in the Will.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | January 08, 2009 at 01:05 PM
If you don't want the cat to help, then make the tower on the table instead of on the floor.
Posted by: oneblankspace | January 08, 2009 at 01:06 PM
Yeah, cats always stay off tables. (eyeroll) ;)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 08, 2009 at 01:19 PM
Siouxie.... First > *smooch*
second > I need to send you an e-mail, and I've lost your address. I tried clicking on your name here, but got typepad address that won't work. can you e-mail me at dfjazzzz@att.net so i can reply?
there is no third
Hi Annie ;-)
Posted by: Jazzzz | January 08, 2009 at 01:27 PM
LOL Annie.
Sushi LOVES to torture my dogs who are kept away from him behind a sliding door. He'll get on the table SMACK in front of the glass door and just stare at 'em. This, of course, makes my dogs go completely NUTS.
He has his evil moments.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 01:28 PM
One of our cats (Miles) is nick named "Dr. Evil"... he got it for good reason.
Posted by: Jazzzz | January 08, 2009 at 01:32 PM
jazzzzzzzito?? CYE
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 01:35 PM
BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I don't care who y'all are ... that's funny! ... but ... supposedly this wuz a bit of scientific research ... whut we see is news, exactly how?
Posted by: O the U(manity) | January 08, 2009 at 01:48 PM
thankee, darlin' Siouxie
Posted by: Jazzzz | January 08, 2009 at 01:52 PM
I wonder where feline Ms R is on this thread.
BTW, Siouxie, there is a BIG green lizard outside your slider. Just thought you should know.
Posted by: NotSherly | January 08, 2009 at 01:57 PM
NotSherly, Yes. That is the evil leezard that eats my bougainvilleas.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 08, 2009 at 02:13 PM
I hope it doesn't eat kitties.
No leash law?
Posted by: NotSherly | January 08, 2009 at 02:21 PM
A friend of mine loves her cats. When she got married, her hubby had to learn to live with cats pouncing on them in the morning to wake them up.
One hot day, her hubby was sleeping in the nude on top of the sheets. One of the cats found something VERY interesting to pounce and capture that morning. (Excuse me while I cross my legs imaging that.)
I understand that the cats were banished from the bedroom after that. Coincidentally, she is no longer married to this guy.
Cats is so cute.
Posted by: Buford | January 08, 2009 at 02:22 PM
Sorry for the work interference delay.
As for the tree, my husband walked in one evening shortly after I had put up the tree (yes, we went with the cheap artificial tree for obvious reasons) and found our other nutso Bengal Boy (not the creche raider) lounging on his back about halfway up the tree, using the branches as a hammock while he lazily swatted at the ornaments above him. When he spotted my husband, he made a hasty exit out the back of the tree, executing a respectable fireman's slide that cleared all of the ornaments in a stripe all the way down the tree.
I gave up on tinsel after a friend of mine who's a vet showed me a nasty tinsel/curling ribbon/hairball combo that he had just surgically removed from a gastronomically blocked young cat. Ewwwwwwwww....
Posted by: SharonCville | January 08, 2009 at 02:36 PM
Once, before we had small dependents of ANY kind, my husband and I house/cat/dog-sat for some friends of ours. The dog chose a highly intimate moment to jump on the bed and start licking my husband's back and the cat sat on the dresser the entire time and stared disdainfully at us. It was fairly traumatizing, in an amusing sort of way. That was when we learned to close the bedroom door before we did anything (after making sure that we were alone, needless to say). After we had children, we learned to lock it. :-)
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 02:41 PM
Slinks in®
My dear, departed cat (pic on my blog) used to chew on plastic things and aluminum foil. She would drill through a wrapped foil cake on the counter, not eating the cake or the foil, just chewing.
One time I joined Weight Watchers and had my little membership card in its plastic sleeve on the counter. She chewed holes all around the edges. At the next weigh-in, as I handed it to the desk clerk, I told her "it was one of those weeks, and they really don't give you enough to eat on this diet".
The cat also chewed holes in my driver's license. Her teeth were like needles.
Our first dog when we were married loved our Christmas tree. He promptly lifted a leg and watered it for us. Idiots that we were, we tried again the next year, with another real tree, and had the same result. We switched to an artificial table-top tree after that.
Posted by: Cat R | January 08, 2009 at 03:32 PM
When my cats and I lived with my parents, my mother would have to lock up any roses dad brought her, because Mickey would behead them. The roses, not my parents. He didn't eat them, just chewed the heads off.
Posted by: wingpup | January 08, 2009 at 03:42 PM
Mickey shoulda gotten neutered.
Posted by: Margaritaville | January 08, 2009 at 03:59 PM
Well, I supposed that might stop the "de-flowering", but you never know...
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 04:17 PM
...a big green lizard outside your slider...
posted by notshirly @ 1:57 p.m.
Should this be on the "things in the bum" thread ?
Posted by: Jazzzz | January 08, 2009 at 04:26 PM
lol, Mickey was neutered, a bit too young in fact. He acts more like a female.
Posted by: wingpup | January 08, 2009 at 04:56 PM
I'm guessing that ANY age is too young for neutering, from the cat's point of view...
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 05:50 PM
Mud...just want to second the post about gastrointestinal blockages and tinsel. My vet's tech told me NEVER to pull on tinsel or string protruding from a cat's, um, base of operations because "you can eviscerate them."
On a happier note, nothing says Christmas like the bathroom nightlight reflecting off the silvery accents in the litterbox.
Posted by: Betsy | January 08, 2009 at 06:28 PM
This is rather indelicate, but our found kitty grew into a rather L A R G E cat, and we took him to the vet to have his package redesigned. As Mr. Telecom and #2 son will tell you, it is the funniest thing ever to watch him run away from you - he STILL runs like he has a giant pair back there !
Posted by: Telecomdropout | January 08, 2009 at 06:36 PM
It's not running, Tele, it's swaggering. Quickly :-)
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 07:03 PM
So, you're saying he was -- ahem -- well hung?
Posted by: Cat R | January 08, 2009 at 08:14 PM
My goodness, that's quite a sling...
;-)
Posted by: marfie | January 08, 2009 at 10:03 PM
Our pirate-cat (Wahoo) told me, at 2 am (He was cold) that he wants a poster of the skier dangling from the lift at Vail, just so he can write the phrase "Hold on, Baby, Friday is Coming!"
Posted by: PirateBoy | January 08, 2009 at 10:30 PM
P'boy, I don't think that skier's name was Friday.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 08, 2009 at 11:17 PM
Nice post(er) AWBH, "P'boy" makes me sound like the son of urologist. . .
Not too late for Oklahoma to come back, is it?
*crickets*
Posted by: PirateBoy | January 08, 2009 at 11:35 PM
Check out "The Mean Kitty" music video!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qit3ALTelOo&feature=PlayList&p=BE0CA21D7FDFE089&index=0&playnext=1
Here's one of cats flushing the toilet:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49jKeGyUCJE
Posted by: christine | January 09, 2009 at 07:47 AM
Check out "The Mean Kitty" music video!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qit3ALTelOo&feature=PlayList&p=BE0CA21D7FDFE089&index=0&playnext=1
Here's one of cats flushing the toilet:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49jKeGyUCJE
Posted by: christine | January 09, 2009 at 08:04 AM
Here's Christine's linky 1
and
linky 2
Posted by: piratebot | January 09, 2009 at 08:51 AM
Hey Piratebot, can you explain how to make a hyperlink? Thanks.
Posted by: NotSherly | January 09, 2009 at 09:39 AM
NotSherly, email me and I'll send you my "cheat sheet" with the codes.
Posted by: Siouxie | January 09, 2009 at 11:11 AM