Worst thing the cat's done.

My curiosity wants to be satisfied, but it's probably funnier to not know, and instead having to leave it to my imagination....


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I reckon that it's something to do with path. labs . . .
 
On top of some old age problems that Cilla have developed, she's managed to damage her right eye. To not wash away the eye medication the vets gave me, and to not try to fix her eye herself through over-cleaning it which could cause more damage, she's wearing a cone of shame. I presume the vet visit, and the cone, had something to do with her decision to not poop for 2 days afterwards.

I was actually beginning to worry about her non pooping, until I woke up on Wednesday to the smell of cat poop. And Cilla sitting in my bed near my feet waiting for breakfast, with a piece of poop stuck to the edge of her cone.
I presumed it somehow got stuck there after she had used a litter box, retrieved her bowl with her breakfast, removed the cone, served her her breakfast, cleaned the cone, and when she eventually sneakily tried to start washing her eye instead of continuing to eat, I put the cone back on.

With the smell of eau de cat poop still stuck in my nose, I went back to sleep telling myself the smell would be gone from my nose when I woke back up again.
It wasn't.
The smell was still there, as intense as before! Searching through the room, I found that Cilla hadn't used a litter box, she had instead pooped a 2 days worth of poop under my bed. *Sigh* I suppose I shouldn't complain, after that she have gone back to pooping in their litter boxes as usual again.

Here she is, feeling sorry for herself in her cone because I've just cleaned her eye again. At the same time, she's probably a bit happy over that she's once again managed to occupy one of Blomma's dog mattresses.

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The refurb of our extremely outdated bathroom and shower room continues.

The upstairs bathroom is finished, hurray, and yesterday the fitter moved on to start gutting the downstairs shower room. It's in the old (1860s) part of the house.

Black cat found this far too good an opportunity to miss and nipped down the gap in the back right corner there like a shot to investigate - all I saw was a glimpse of a black tail and then she was down there out of sight having a good rummage. I grabbed her when she reappeared and shut the door - goodness knows where she could end up in the bowels of the house if she carried on exploring 😳.

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The refurb of our extremely outdated bathroom and shower room continues.

The upstairs bathroom is finished, hurray, and yesterday the fitter moved on to start gutting the downstairs shower room. It's in the old (1860s) part of the house.

Black cat found this far too good an opportunity to miss and nipped down the gap in the back right corner there like a shot to investigate - all I saw was a glimpse of a black tail and then she was down there out of sight having a good rummage. I grabbed her when she reappeared and shut the door - goodness knows where she could end up in the bowels of the house if she carried on exploring 😳.

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When I was younger, my Mum and Dad had a new kitchen. We'd got a young-ish kitten, and as the kitchen fitter was finishing off, someone suddenly said "where's Smudge?"

Cue parents and kitchen fitter frantically taking the back off the new kitchen units to look for the kitten.... who wandered in 5 minutes later and went to "help" them look 😇🤣🤣
 
When I was younger, my Mum and Dad had a new kitchen. We'd got a young-ish kitten, and as the kitchen fitter was finishing off, someone suddenly said "where's Smudge?"

Cue parents and kitchen fitter frantically taking the back off the new kitchen units to look for the kitten.... who wandered in 5 minutes later and went to "help" them look 😇🤣🤣

I forgot to add that me and my sister were adamant we'd heard meowing from behind the cupboard, so cat not entirely to blame for this one!
 
When I was younger, my Mum and Dad had a new kitchen. We'd got a young-ish kitten, and as the kitchen fitter was finishing off, someone suddenly said "where's Smudge?"

Cue parents and kitchen fitter frantically taking the back off the new kitchen units to look for the kitten.... who wandered in 5 minutes later and went to "help" them look 😇🤣🤣
We acquired a kitten, “ if you don’t take it, I’ll drown it”.
Mr M brings it from work.We have lived in this house a couple of months. Everything is in turmoil.
Kitten is shut in the safest place, the kitchen.
Kitten disappears.
Kitten eventually found in the cladding of the oil boiler which had to be almost completely dismantled to extricate it.
 
Every night this week we've had a 4 am gift let loose somewhere in the house. He preceded to throw it around with the subtlety of a small rhino. Last night we had three gifts if increasing size and a temper tantrum when he was shut in the kitchen.
 
Horrid has acquired a knack for winding his canine brother up & then playing the victim.

I used to worry about him vocalising during wrestling matches with the dog / think that he was getting upset or that the dog was hurting him.

I’ve now concluded that he does it purely for the drama / that it may even be a learnt behaviour from watching his brother play growling when playing with us (he has been told in no uncertain terms that he MUST NOT growl at the cat).

Today I watched him “claim” the dog’s antler chew then run off at the speed of light at his approach. He then claimed a few more dog toys before running over to the rug & starting to stalk the dog from there.

Soon had the dog running gleeful / slightly stupid circles around him whilst he kept batting at him / trying to grab at him and making slightly disturbing cat noises.

Both of them looked very disappointed when the humans stepped in to stop them getting carried away (these things have ended in tears before)
 
The gremlin child decided to door dash past me into the kitchen as I was locking up to go to bed, and try her usual parkour to the top of the fridge where she is NOT ALLOWED. That's very annoying of her but it was worse when she missed the jump, fell, bounced and somehow almost stabbed herself with the beautiful, hand forged and lovingly sharpened kitchen knife my partner spent last weekend making with the blacksmithing experience I got him for his birthday.

This is why you're not allowed in the goddamn kitchen you reprobate!!!
 
Not my cat this is also not my sister's cat. About 9 months ago a tiny kitten turned up in her garden. They didn't want a cat but as it looked like it was ferral they started feeding it. They said it could live outside but would not be their cat. Next thing they know the cat is coming in the house when they let the dog out. They still claim the cat is not their cat even though he has a name now Sox and is now not only coming in the house but sleeping in there. He is not allowed in overnight yet so he sleeps with the chickens but I expect by next winter he will be.

Naughty Sox camouflage sneaking in. Stealing the dogs sleeping spots.

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Not my cat this is also not my sister's cat. About 9 months ago a tiny kitten turned up in her garden. They didn't want a cat but as it looked like it was ferral they started feeding it. They said it could live outside but would not be their cat. Next thing they know the cat is coming in the house when they let the dog out. They still claim the cat is not their cat even though he has a name now Sox and is now not only coming in the house but sleeping in there. He is not allowed in overnight yet so he sleeps with the chickens but I expect by next winter he will be.

Naughty Sox camouflage sneaking in. Stealing the dogs sleeping spots.

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Good job he has white sox otherwise I would have missed him 🤣
 
Percy’s favourite activity is hiding round the back of the sofa ready for a bare pair of ankles to walk into the room - then he pounces! Couldn’t catch a cold (once proudly brought in a very dead something that had been evidently been dead for some time. That’s the end of his “hunting” career).

He came to us after a friend of a friend needed to rehome him just after Christmas. I cried to my mum that no one would have him and he’d be pts. We went to get him and then I promptly went back to uni 2 days later. That was 10 years ago 🐱

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This was last week but I just remembered it when I saw this thread...a certain cat of mine vomited/coughed up a hairball under the bed. I had to slide the whole thing forward (it's big, and heavy) so I could clean the floor underneath (hard floors, fortunately). Pain in my arse!
Mine did it right in the middle of the bed just after I'd moved in with my OH. I was 3 hours away at the time with no phone signal so he phoned his poor mum to ask how to deal with vomit on a duvet. 10 years later he still talks about it...
 
We left non horsey son no 1 housesitting and in charge of all animals when we were away at Badminton.

Horses' normal routine is to be caught up and brought in twice daily to be fed, but to make it easier for son when we are away they get fed in the field - he slips their mangers in under the fence.

CCTV stills show the cat supervising. You horsey folks will recognise that the neds are not overly thrilled about this 😳, but the cat stands her ground and lives to tell the tale.


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We left non horsey son no 1 housesitting and in charge of all animals when we were away at Badminton.

Horses' normal routine is to be caught up and brought in twice daily to be fed, but to make it easier for son when we are away they get fed in the field - he slips their mangers in under the fence.

CCTV stills show the cat supervising. You horsey folks will recognise that the neds are not overly thrilled about this 😳, but the cat stands her ground and lives to tell the tale.


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I love how she has well and truly wiggled her way into your lives and how you’ve taken her on!
 
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