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Question of the Day Saturday 28 December
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On Christmas Eve I had to dart out to do an errand as I was preparing Christmas lunch and had forgotten vital ingredients. When I got back, Nilah greeted me outside the door!~ My heart missed a beat - I hadn't locked the door and flyscreen and Sundar (AKA Houdini) had opened both, as he does given any chance.. Nilah came back in, but Sundar was nowhere.
I freaked out and went around the yard making food preparation noises with his favourite food... Finally I heard a meow, and there he was, over the neighbour's very high fence. There was no way I could get to him from my yard, so I put the food down and went all the way around the block with the cat carrier. The kids over the fence were 'helping' me which freaked Sundar out even more and he leapt over another fence and took off.
Two hours later, bruised and scratched from attempting to climb things that I really shouldn't have, I located him in another yard adjoining my place. There was no way I could get him into the cat carrier (you know that paw on either side thing they do!?) and he was too agitated to be carried.
So I just dropped him over the fence into my place and tore home around the block.
I hadn't realised it, but right where I'd dropped him was the food I was trying to tempt him with.
So about 3 hours after I'd arrived home to find him missing, I got back to find him eating the food and looking at me as though I was excessively over-reacting.
I was up half the night to prepare for Christmas and was soooo exhausted the next day. It's not just the time, but it really is one of those heart-in-mouth times when your indoor-only cat disappears.
Of course, Sundar couldn't give a monkey's. He curled up on my bed and slept the sleep of the innocent.
Sheesh!
I freaked out and went around the yard making food preparation noises with his favourite food... Finally I heard a meow, and there he was, over the neighbour's very high fence. There was no way I could get to him from my yard, so I put the food down and went all the way around the block with the cat carrier. The kids over the fence were 'helping' me which freaked Sundar out even more and he leapt over another fence and took off.
Two hours later, bruised and scratched from attempting to climb things that I really shouldn't have, I located him in another yard adjoining my place. There was no way I could get him into the cat carrier (you know that paw on either side thing they do!?) and he was too agitated to be carried.
So I just dropped him over the fence into my place and tore home around the block.
I hadn't realised it, but right where I'd dropped him was the food I was trying to tempt him with.
So about 3 hours after I'd arrived home to find him missing, I got back to find him eating the food and looking at me as though I was excessively over-reacting.
I was up half the night to prepare for Christmas and was soooo exhausted the next day. It's not just the time, but it really is one of those heart-in-mouth times when your indoor-only cat disappears.
Of course, Sundar couldn't give a monkey's. He curled up on my bed and slept the sleep of the innocent.
Sheesh!
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Sparrow likes to chew on things. As a kitten, this was an all-out obsession and we had to be incredibly careful so she wouldn't get ahold of things like twist-ties or string. She once chewed the cover off of a library book — one of the hardcover ones with the plastic-wrapped dust jackets — when I worked at the library. Oops.
OMG!!
Jasper has ripped holes in both ends of the bed base - huge holes! He pulls out the cardboard, scatters it around and eats it. And it's not even my bed so I need to try patch it up before I move. I put two cardboard scratchers down for him which he also uses, and leaves even more cardboard scattered everywhere. OK - so now I know I need to get a proper scratching post. I can blame myself for letting that happen so Jasper doesn't get in my bad books for that so much. The naughtiest thing he has ever done was chew through THREE phone chargers in 2 weeks. Yes it took the magic number 3 for me to realise this was an obsession and I couldn't leave a charger in sight. He has managed to leave teeth marks all over the 4th charger, which is looking close to falling apart. Climbing on benches and nipping me at his early breakfast time are just minor bad habits in comparison to his expensive penchant for phone chargers. Apart from that, he is actually a pretty good boy 98% of the time.
My kitties are pretty good. When Trevor was younger, I caught him walking on the curtain rod, and once he tried to climb the curtain but he already weighed about 10 pounds and bent the rod really bad.
Burlington likes to get on counters, though. He ripped open a brand new bag of potato chips and ate some. He must have used his teeth. The other night he knocked a bag of bread down on the floor and tried to tear the bag open. I had to put it where he can't get to it.
Can't think of anything else, they are good boys.
Burlington likes to get on counters, though. He ripped open a brand new bag of potato chips and ate some. He must have used his teeth. The other night he knocked a bag of bread down on the floor and tried to tear the bag open. I had to put it where he can't get to it.
Can't think of anything else, they are good boys.
"The cat ate my homework!" That's a good one. I have to say, hubby and I blame the cats all the time for stuff. I'll find that hubby left dirty clothes on the floor or whatever, and he'll say "It wasn't me, Rico did it!"
It must be your cats' most prized sculpture!
A couple months after we adopted her, Miki once chewed off three entire pages of the novel my niece was reading for homework. Apparently, the next day, when she went to school, the teacher asked her why there were so many tears and missing pages in her book and she said "The cat ate my homework!" Miki did throw up a whole mushy ball of liquefied paper but otherwise she was okay
It's scary when that happens. Jamie managed it a couple of times, and your heart is in your mouth the whole time. Could you put sliding bolts on your doors, or big hooks and eyes? We've got the latter on some of our doors, up really high where Mogli can't reach them.On Christmas Eve I had to dart out to do an errand as I was preparing Christmas lunch and had forgotten vital ingredients. When I got back, Nilah greeted me outside the door!~ My heart missed a beat - I hadn't locked the door and flyscreen and Sundar (AKA Houdini) had opened both, as he does given any chance.. Nilah came back in, but Sundar was nowhere.
I freaked out and went around the yard making food preparation noises with his favourite food... Finally I heard a meow, and there he was, over the neighbour's very high fence. There was no way I could get to him from my yard, so I put the food down and went all the way around the block with the cat carrier. The kids over the fence were 'helping' me which freaked Sundar out even more and he leapt over another fence and took off.
Two hours later, bruised and scratched from attempting to climb things that I really shouldn't have, I located him in another yard adjoining my place. There was no way I could get him into the cat carrier (you know that paw on either side thing they do!?) and he was too agitated to be carried.
So I just dropped him over the fence into my place and tore home around the block.
I hadn't realised it, but right where I'd dropped him was the food I was trying to tempt him with.
So about 3 hours after I'd arrived home to find him missing, I got back to find him eating the food and looking at me as though I was excessively over-reacting.
I was up half the night to prepare for Christmas and was soooo exhausted the next day. It's not just the time, but it really is one of those heart-in-mouth times when your indoor-only cat disappears.
Of course, Sundar couldn't give a monkey's. He curled up on my bed and slept the sleep of the innocent.
Sheesh!
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It's rare I don't have it locked. This happening has written 'lock the door' indelibly into my brain!
I can go on and on and.....
I think I'll just talk about Ms. Pepe for this question. Ms. Pepe was one of Whisper's kids, BooBoo is her litter brother. She will turn 18 in February, She really is one of the sweetest little girls around. Just a special kitty. But as she grew up, she was quite the trouble-maker. In fact, one of her nicknames was the PepMonster because she was always doing something. Always.
She was walking through the entertainment center in the living room one day. Walking from shelf to shelf. She got on top of the stereo receiver and decided that would be a nice play to lay for a while. Cat hair all over the receiver. I got her out. She also scritched her front claws all over the stereo speakers. I was not amused because until Pepe was born, those speakers were in pristine condition, especially considering how old they were. And then Pepe got her claws into them and the rest is history.
We used to have the computer in the kitchen (where the hutch is now). We moved the desk out from the wall because we were painting. I thought I had everything covered with the paint tarp, but I didn't disconnect the mouse. Ms. Pepe chewed the mouse cord in back of the desk....she's lucky she wasn't hurt. When I bought a new mouse, I had to tell the guy at Staples that my cat "ate" my mouse.
I went through a ceramic phase and painted a large owl....and I actually did a very nice job. Placed the owl in the living room on the floor by the bow window. We had little knick-knacks placed along the various frames of the window and Ms. Pepe decided to try to walk along the window frames. She knocked a doodad off the window frame; it hit the owl just right and the poor owl's ear was broken off. And it couldn't be fixed. I was not amused then either. (We went through a period a few years back where the birds were flying into our bedroom window, so we took Mr. Owl outside and placed him on the ground right outside the window. End of the birds at the window.....even with only one ear, Mr. Owl was pretty good at scaring off the birds.)
I received a Corning casserole with a warming/cooling bag. You could heat the bag in the microwave to warm it, then place it in the carry-all with the container of food and it would keep the food warm. Well, I put the bag on top of the fridge. And, of course, Ms. Pepe got up there and chewed a hole in the bag. I made Ms. Pepe write a letter to the Corning people, explaining what she had done and asking how she could get her Meowmie a new bag for her casserole; Pepe signed the ltter with a paw-print. The customer service rep loved the letter! She sent me a new bag, in care of Ms. Pepe actually, free of charge. And she told Pepe she'd better start behaving herself.
Pepe also loved licking plastic (hence the warming bag). We'd get our pictures developed (back before digital cameras) and bring them home. And if we didn't put them out of her reach, Pepe would lick the pictures. And she'd chew on the plastic envelopes that held the pictures. I can't tell you how many envelopes have tooth-holes in them and how many pictures are missing faces and and such because Pepe licked them.
We used to have gorgeous drapes at the front window in the living room. Ms. Pepe would get into the window (it was a bow window at the time) and then she'd try to hang from the drapes. Some of the holes she put into those drapes!
She was a fairly independent cat when she was younger. But as she's gotten older, Pepe has developed a very strong attachment to our laps. A lot of times, as soon as we sit, she does too. On us. She's quite the little sweetheart. But there were times that it's really a miracle that she made it to a ripe old age!
I think I'll just talk about Ms. Pepe for this question. Ms. Pepe was one of Whisper's kids, BooBoo is her litter brother. She will turn 18 in February, She really is one of the sweetest little girls around. Just a special kitty. But as she grew up, she was quite the trouble-maker. In fact, one of her nicknames was the PepMonster because she was always doing something. Always.
She was walking through the entertainment center in the living room one day. Walking from shelf to shelf. She got on top of the stereo receiver and decided that would be a nice play to lay for a while. Cat hair all over the receiver. I got her out. She also scritched her front claws all over the stereo speakers. I was not amused because until Pepe was born, those speakers were in pristine condition, especially considering how old they were. And then Pepe got her claws into them and the rest is history.
We used to have the computer in the kitchen (where the hutch is now). We moved the desk out from the wall because we were painting. I thought I had everything covered with the paint tarp, but I didn't disconnect the mouse. Ms. Pepe chewed the mouse cord in back of the desk....she's lucky she wasn't hurt. When I bought a new mouse, I had to tell the guy at Staples that my cat "ate" my mouse.
I went through a ceramic phase and painted a large owl....and I actually did a very nice job. Placed the owl in the living room on the floor by the bow window. We had little knick-knacks placed along the various frames of the window and Ms. Pepe decided to try to walk along the window frames. She knocked a doodad off the window frame; it hit the owl just right and the poor owl's ear was broken off. And it couldn't be fixed. I was not amused then either. (We went through a period a few years back where the birds were flying into our bedroom window, so we took Mr. Owl outside and placed him on the ground right outside the window. End of the birds at the window.....even with only one ear, Mr. Owl was pretty good at scaring off the birds.)
I received a Corning casserole with a warming/cooling bag. You could heat the bag in the microwave to warm it, then place it in the carry-all with the container of food and it would keep the food warm. Well, I put the bag on top of the fridge. And, of course, Ms. Pepe got up there and chewed a hole in the bag. I made Ms. Pepe write a letter to the Corning people, explaining what she had done and asking how she could get her Meowmie a new bag for her casserole; Pepe signed the ltter with a paw-print. The customer service rep loved the letter! She sent me a new bag, in care of Ms. Pepe actually, free of charge. And she told Pepe she'd better start behaving herself.
Pepe also loved licking plastic (hence the warming bag). We'd get our pictures developed (back before digital cameras) and bring them home. And if we didn't put them out of her reach, Pepe would lick the pictures. And she'd chew on the plastic envelopes that held the pictures. I can't tell you how many envelopes have tooth-holes in them and how many pictures are missing faces and and such because Pepe licked them.
We used to have gorgeous drapes at the front window in the living room. Ms. Pepe would get into the window (it was a bow window at the time) and then she'd try to hang from the drapes. Some of the holes she put into those drapes!
She was a fairly independent cat when she was younger. But as she's gotten older, Pepe has developed a very strong attachment to our laps. A lot of times, as soon as we sit, she does too. On us. She's quite the little sweetheart. But there were times that it's really a miracle that she made it to a ripe old age!
That's a great story! Jamie spit up on my Samsung laptop keyboard and shorted out the laptop. Although the warranty didn't cover damage from liquid, Samsung repaired it free of charge and returned it with a note saying saliva and grass inside a laptop was a first for them. :lol3:
@Winchester--"The cat ate my mouse"
I know! But she did....kind of. OK, well, really she ate the mouse's tail. Chewed it right in half.
@Winchester--"The cat ate my mouse"
When we came home that day, I wanted to get on the computer for something. It started up with no trouble. When I tried to move the mouse, I got nothing. Got up and walked behind the desk (it had been moved away from the wall) and picked up the two ends of the cord. Chewed right in half. And we knew it was Pepe. Right away. No doubt in our minds. (I think she was lucky she wasn't hurt from chewing into the wires.)
I ran into Staples and when the guy came over to ask me if he could help me, I said, "Well, my cat ate my mouse!" And then I told him what happened. He told me it was probably the weirdest thing he had heard that day. I'm sure it was.
Tricia, it probably was the first time the guys had seen grass in a computer!
