E13
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We put mouse or bird videos on the tv specifically for the cats!
Worst thing the cat's done.
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RLS
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my wee Siamese loves the rugby on TV - but it's usually the referee that she swats at, obviously doesn't agree with some of his/ her decisions!
Peregrine Falcon
Looking for the light
This was near the cat flap when I got home. Black cat had been collecting again or on killing spree as also feathers in the kitchen.
AppyLover1996
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Not my cat, but a cat I'm rather fond of (or was till he ruined my fave hardly read book!) -
We've recently got a new neighbour who has several cats. They're all extremely well looked after and want for nothing, sweethearts to go say hi to and in general lovely members of society.
I was sat in the garden last night, with a small glass of wine and a book that I was thoroughly looking forward to reading, when one of my neighbour's cats Cujo, casually hops over the fence and saunters up to me. I make sure that my dogs are in the house and the back door firmly shut as neither of them like cats, and to my relief they were in the front room, so Cujo would be safe to sit on my lap in the garden.
I go back to my chair, sit down and proceed to start to read. Cujo hops up on my lap, makes himself comfy and dozes off. I'm enjoying having him chilling on my lap, I've text both my parents to let them know I have Cujo on my lap (and also told his owners incase they were wondering where he was). It was a hell of a day at work, so I'm looking forward to my glass of wine and having some down time.
After about half an hour, Cujo disappears back over the fence and I think nothing of it as he disappears and comes back as and when he pleases - kind of like a fluffy freeloader who wants a nice warm lap and cuddles
.
Suddenly a rather loud commotion happens, I look up from my book to see what it was, Cujo and something furry come flying back over the fence and straight onto my lap. I didn't register what was in his mouth till it was too late.....
Turns out Cujo had just finished a killing spree and had half a rat in his mouth, with the entrails hanging out - and Lord knows what possessed him - he decided that dumping it on my book was a great way to show me.
I shrieked and threw my book across the garden, spilt my glass of wine on the floor, tripped over Cujo, narrowly avoided stepping on half rat entrails and tried not to vomit everywhere in disgust.
Cujo's owner must have heard the commotion and we had the following conversation via text message:
Cujo's Owner : Sorry about Cujo - he's a knob when he's killed a rat, he likes to show everyone.
Me: Yeah I kind of gathered that one - he's dumped half a rat and its remaining internal organs on my brand new book!
Cujo's Owner: Oh dear - did you at least have a chance to read it before it got Cujo'd?
Me: Nope and I've spilt my glass of wine too - what a waste! Cujo's fine by the way - he's strutting around proud as a peacock, and I'm pretty sure he's probably gonna eat the rat, did you want me to stop him?"
Cujo's Owner: Oh balls - not the wine! Nah he'll be alright - it's probably a snack for him as he didn't come in for any food at lunch time, hence why he's got the rat.
Me: Ah right ok, I'll leave him to it then.
15 minutes later, my new neighbour rocks up at the front door with a small box of chocolates, and bottle of wine as an apology for Cujo's antics. I smile, thank them and say that they didn't have to, I was just more concerned about Cujo eating the rat and getting ill. Cujo meanwhile has taken up residence on my chair in the garden and was merrily finishing off what was left of the half rat he showed me earlier on.....he sees his owner coming to collect him, hurriedly finishes off his gourmet snack and then proceeds to hiss and refuse to leave my chair in the garden.
Bloody good job he's floofy and adorable
We've recently got a new neighbour who has several cats. They're all extremely well looked after and want for nothing, sweethearts to go say hi to and in general lovely members of society.
I was sat in the garden last night, with a small glass of wine and a book that I was thoroughly looking forward to reading, when one of my neighbour's cats Cujo, casually hops over the fence and saunters up to me. I make sure that my dogs are in the house and the back door firmly shut as neither of them like cats, and to my relief they were in the front room, so Cujo would be safe to sit on my lap in the garden.
I go back to my chair, sit down and proceed to start to read. Cujo hops up on my lap, makes himself comfy and dozes off. I'm enjoying having him chilling on my lap, I've text both my parents to let them know I have Cujo on my lap (and also told his owners incase they were wondering where he was). It was a hell of a day at work, so I'm looking forward to my glass of wine and having some down time.
After about half an hour, Cujo disappears back over the fence and I think nothing of it as he disappears and comes back as and when he pleases - kind of like a fluffy freeloader who wants a nice warm lap and cuddles
.Suddenly a rather loud commotion happens, I look up from my book to see what it was, Cujo and something furry come flying back over the fence and straight onto my lap. I didn't register what was in his mouth till it was too late.....
Turns out Cujo had just finished a killing spree and had half a rat in his mouth, with the entrails hanging out - and Lord knows what possessed him - he decided that dumping it on my book was a great way to show me.
I shrieked and threw my book across the garden, spilt my glass of wine on the floor, tripped over Cujo, narrowly avoided stepping on half rat entrails and tried not to vomit everywhere in disgust.
Cujo's owner must have heard the commotion and we had the following conversation via text message:
Cujo's Owner : Sorry about Cujo - he's a knob when he's killed a rat, he likes to show everyone.
Me: Yeah I kind of gathered that one - he's dumped half a rat and its remaining internal organs on my brand new book!
Cujo's Owner: Oh dear - did you at least have a chance to read it before it got Cujo'd?
Me: Nope and I've spilt my glass of wine too - what a waste! Cujo's fine by the way - he's strutting around proud as a peacock, and I'm pretty sure he's probably gonna eat the rat, did you want me to stop him?"
Cujo's Owner: Oh balls - not the wine! Nah he'll be alright - it's probably a snack for him as he didn't come in for any food at lunch time, hence why he's got the rat.
Me: Ah right ok, I'll leave him to it then.
15 minutes later, my new neighbour rocks up at the front door with a small box of chocolates, and bottle of wine as an apology for Cujo's antics. I smile, thank them and say that they didn't have to, I was just more concerned about Cujo eating the rat and getting ill. Cujo meanwhile has taken up residence on my chair in the garden and was merrily finishing off what was left of the half rat he showed me earlier on.....he sees his owner coming to collect him, hurriedly finishes off his gourmet snack and then proceeds to hiss and refuse to leave my chair in the garden.
Bloody good job he's floofy and adorable
Rumtytum
Have Marmite, will travel
That’s one brilliant story!Not my cat, but a cat I'm rather fond of (or was till he ruined my fave hardly read book!) -
We've recently got a new neighbour who has several cats. They're all extremely well looked after and want for nothing, sweethearts to go say hi to and in general lovely members of society.
I was sat in the garden last night, with a small glass of wine and a book that I was thoroughly looking forward to reading, when one of my neighbour's cats Cujo, casually hops over the fence and saunters up to me. I make sure that my dogs are in the house and the back door firmly shut as neither of them like cats, and to my relief they were in the front room, so Cujo would be safe to sit on my lap in the garden.
I go back to my chair, sit down and proceed to start to read. Cujo hops up on my lap, makes himself comfy and dozes off. I'm enjoying having him chilling on my lap, I've text both my parents to let them know I have Cujo on my lap (and also told his owners incase they were wondering where he was). It was a hell of a day at work, so I'm looking forward to my glass of wine and having some down time.
After about half an hour, Cujo disappears back over the fence and I think nothing of it as he disappears and comes back as and when he pleases - kind of like a fluffy freeloader who wants a nice warm lap and cuddles
Suddenly a rather loud commotion happens, I look up from my book to see what it was, Cujo and something furry come flying back over the fence and straight onto my lap. I didn't register what was in his mouth till it was too late.....
Turns out Cujo had just finished a killing spree and had half a rat in his mouth, with the entrails hanging out - and Lord knows what possessed him - he decided that dumping it on my book was a great way to show me.
I shrieked and threw my book across the garden, spilt my glass of wine on the floor, tripped over Cujo, narrowly avoided stepping on half rat entrails and tried not to vomit everywhere in disgust.
Cujo's owner must have heard the commotion and we had the following conversation via text message:
Cujo's Owner : Sorry about Cujo - he's a knob when he's killed a rat, he likes to show everyone.
Me: Yeah I kind of gathered that one - he's dumped half a rat and its remaining internal organs on my brand new book!
Cujo's Owner: Oh dear - did you at least have a chance to read it before it got Cujo'd?
Me: Nope and I've spilt my glass of wine too - what a waste! Cujo's fine by the way - he's strutting around proud as a peacock, and I'm pretty sure he's probably gonna eat the rat, did you want me to stop him?"
Cujo's Owner: Oh balls - not the wine! Nah he'll be alright - it's probably a snack for him as he didn't come in for any food at lunch time, hence why he's got the rat.
Me: Ah right ok, I'll leave him to it then.
15 minutes later, my new neighbour rocks up at the front door with a small box of chocolates, and bottle of wine as an apology for Cujo's antics. I smile, thank them and say that they didn't have to, I was just more concerned about Cujo eating the rat and getting ill. Cujo meanwhile has taken up residence on my chair in the garden and was merrily finishing off what was left of the half rat he showed me earlier on.....he sees his owner coming to collect him, hurriedly finishes off his gourmet snack and then proceeds to hiss and refuse to leave my chair in the garden.
Bloody good job he's floofy and adorable
The last bit - hissing at his owner and laying claim to your chair- had me in stitches. So very cat…
Sorry (but not really), I can’t wait for more Tales of Cujo
