What would the neighbors think?

Abby and I just had a "discussion" and at times like this I'm glad the neighbors couldn't hear it. It went something like this:



"Hey! You don't go for my jugular! We don't do that in this house".



What are some of the things you say to your cat that you are glad others can't hear ?

I can't remember exact words, but I do remember thinking "I hope my neighbor didn't hear that!".. I think mostly when they knock a table over and it causes a loud crash, or I get angry at Monet and yell not so nice things.. (then I apologize to Monet after.. but he does test me!)

 Hmmmm, let me think, uh, how about ALL of the silly, songs I change the words to, or make up & sing to Angel. 

Not to mention when I'm scoop'n the poop & saying to him, "Ewwwweeee, stinky poopy!!"

Many years ago, when I lived with Mom, we had a female cat. One summer night, I was asleep, on my belly, arms outstretched. The bed was under the window, which was open. A male cat was on the sill outside, and my female got freaked out by him, snarling, hissing, and then falling onto my left arm, tearing me open in 3 places; I still have a 3" scar on my upper arm, and the others lower down. I really should've had stitches, but it wasn't life-threatening, and it was 2:30 AM. However, I was so startled, I ran to the back door, and yelled at the male cat, "You (sexually-aroused) so-and-so! You leave my daughter alone!" (The words I actually used are not acceptable here, I would imagine!). I've often why the neighbors always looked at me funny for years after that...

Now, I have 9 cats, so you can imagine how often I have to raise my voice to break up a tussle in the other room. The houses here are much closer together, so I'm sure the neighbors can hear me. I worry that they think DH and I are fighting!

I'm sure there are lots of things around this house!  But the cats aren't behind it; it's the kids.  One being told to put her underwear on. Asking the other why he is licking my leg.  

A couple months ago we had some nice weather and the windows were open.  Where I live is fairly rural but I do have neighbors around me; including on each side.  One house was for sale.  I don't remember what my 3 year old did; just that she was pushing my buttons, testing and I ended up yelling at her to go have a time out in her room.  10 minutes later I was putting her in the bathtub when I realized there were people in my neighbor's backyard...  It turned out to be a showing! 

MargeCat said:

Many years ago, when I lived with Mom, we had a female cat. One summer night, I was asleep, on my belly, arms outstretched. The bed was under the window, which was open. A male cat was on the sill outside, and my female got freaked out by him, snarling, hissing, and then falling onto my left arm, tearing me open in 3 places; I still have a 3" scar on my upper arm, and the others lower down. I really should've had stitches, but it wasn't life-threatening, and it was 2:30 AM. However, I was so startled, I ran to the back door, and yelled at the male cat, "You (sexually-aroused) so-and-so! You leave my daughter alone!" (The words I actually used are not acceptable here, I would imagine!). I've often why the neighbors always looked at me funny for years after that...

Now, I have 9 cats, so you can imagine how often I have to raise my voice to break up a tussle in the other room. The houses here are much closer together, so I'm sure the neighbors can hear me. I worry that they think DH and I are fighting!

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With our seven, I'm in the same boat. Although I've never had to yell at a male for trying to get after my daughter.

I know several years ago, I was trying to break up a redirected aggression cat fight at 3:00 in the morning. Neighbors' cats had come up on our deck and Whisper flipped out. There is nothing worse than hearing a wildly-screaming cat at 3:00 in the morning. It's just terrible. When she couldn't get to the cat outside, she turned on our Ms. Pepe (her daughter) and they went at it under the kitchen table. Rick and I shot out of bed and I was screaming at the top of my lungs to get them to stop. We had to throw water on both of them that time.

Got a phone call from our neighbor, wondering if things were OK. I apologized for the yelling and told her I'd explain it later. And I did. She never heard of redirected aggression or misplaced aggression, whatever you call it...she had no idea what was going on, but it awakened her. It was summer and all the windows were open. And at 3:00 in the morning, it's fairly quiet in our neighborhood. We can be glad the police didn't show up! (When the neighbors hear what they think is a screaming woman....it was Whisper....and then "Stop! Stop! Stop!" well, I can understand their concern.)

It happened a few times after that, too, but we put heavy bed sheets at the door and tacked them fast. Whisper couldn't get under the bed sheets to the door, so she couldn't see out. I called the neighbors to explain what their cats were doing, but they didn't care and told me to keep my cats under control. Those cats disappeared soon after. We have other cats around now, but either they don't come up on the deck or they don't bother the gang anymore.

Stupid little poems, I suppose, though they've been hearing "Drop it!" or "Get down!" a lot recently. The good thing is that our neighbors probably don't understand half of what I say because their English isn't good enough. :lol3:

V my cats try to get a little personal with me V

Stop sniffing my crouch.
get out of my shorts GiGi .
Why do you have to lay on me while I'm on the potty how would you like it if I did it to you huh?
Ouch that was my boob

MargeCat said:

Many years ago, when I lived with Mom, we had a female cat. One summer night, I was asleep, on my belly, arms outstretched. The bed was under the window, which was open. A male cat was on the sill outside, and my female got freaked out by him, snarling, hissing, and then falling onto my left arm, tearing me open in 3 places; I still have a 3" scar on my upper arm, and the others lower down. I really should've had stitches, but it wasn't life-threatening, and it was 2:30 AM. However, I was so startled, I ran to the back door, and yelled at the male cat, "You (sexually-aroused) so-and-so! You leave my daughter alone!" (The words I actually used are not acceptable here, I would imagine!). I've often why the neighbors always looked at me funny for years after that...

Now, I have 9 cats, so you can imagine how often I have to raise my voice to break up a tussle in the other room. The houses here are much closer together, so I'm sure the neighbors can hear me. I worry that they think DH and I are fighting!

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Haha making me laugh omg

Mewlittle said:

V my cats try to get a little personal with me V

Stop sniffing my crouch.
get out of my shorts GiGi .
Why do you have to lay on me while I'm on the potty how would you like it if I did it to you huh?
Ouch that was my boob

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The things I say at home are nothing compared to things I say in front of clients while I am working with their cats.

"Please don't bite my boob."

"I swear, I'm not going to eat you."

"Come here and stop wiggling, I want to look at your nipples."

Of course, clients say some equally hilarious things, like "Show her your oozing holes."

*edited to add:

The one thing I've said at home that I did get called on by a neighbor- "I should have eaten you when your bones were soft!" 

Well I have an issue with a certain unnamed cat who was neutered many many years ago(9 plus!) Who still has...um...urges.

STOP!!!  Mommy is going to have you re neutered.  That is your sister we do NOT do that to sissy(half his size).

Thats it you all go on craigslist tonight for when they decide to flip over and use a litter box.

I have a car who thinks the toaster oven is some portal.  I have threatened to make kitty meatloaf.  Want to make toast?  Convince Shells you have food.  Grab her and put her in cage.  Puppy runs over to cage and the meowing starts.  Keep there till toaster is cool.

"Oh you little sh--!"

"Who made this mess?!"

"Loki, quit hassling her"

"Don't you sass ME, mister!"

"Hey!  that's MY beer!"  (Loki likes beer)

"OUTOUTOUT damn spots!"  (my Shakespearean phrase for getting ocicats out of the kitchen)

But the worst has to be when I'm combing out the mats from Princess Belle's fur on the back patio.  The howling and yowling that commences must make my neighbors think the absolute worst of me.  I doubt they can hear my comments over her protests; "But Princess, you have mats", "I'm sorry", "I know", "No, we're not done yet", "I know, it's Armageddon", "Yep, there's another one", "You'll thank me later"....

I'm pretty sure that in this apartment building with all our windows open, the neighbors CAN hear me. Maybe I've been around animals too long, but the only thing I'm embarrassed about them hearing is all the silly songs...

I have always told both cats that we cant have cats so be quite.

My neighbours would hear me sweetly talking to the cats then growling at the children to stop fighting!

Baby talking to them (my brother knows what I mean)

Telling them I will FedEx them to Florida if they don't stop

Asking them if they want to find out how far I can punt them.

Getting frustrated and using language that I never use in public.

Fortunately, the nearest neighbors are a quarter of a mile away, and I never raise my voice enough that they can hear me. Although, I hear them all the time.

LOL.  I have threatened to ship them to my husbands family in a 3rd world country.  And telling them how the kitties over there have it.  No petsmarts, cheese treats and the weather is hot.
 

I guess Garfield always trying to ship Nermal to Abu Dhabi has changed the way we talk to our cats.

Some of you may know that Sundar found out how to open doors and get out and I've put a stop to it. 

He now tries to open the door, gets very angry with me, miaows, glares etc then races around the house like a crazy cat.

Today he did all that, then when his chest problem kicked in he collapsed in his comfy chair next to me.  

He just looked at me and so I talked to him for ages about why he can't go out, and what a great house it is, and how he has so much, and how his sister doesn't carry on like this, and how I adore him and would hate anything to happen to him...and on and on it went.  And he just looked into my eyes, all the time, intently listening. And when I'd finished he dropped his head between his paws and went to sleep.

 I live in hope..