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
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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
AppyLover1996
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That’s one brilliant story!
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
Oh Cujo was hell bent on staying put in the chair - to be fair to him, it was lovely and warm from my arse being sat on it for a good while
I eventually bribed him to leave the chair by means of being able to snuggle up in my hoodie I was wearing and stay warm that way......I was leaving the house this morning and as I walked past my gate, Cujo was hanging out on top of my wheelie bin, and got up for a belly scratch and cuddle. He then promptly dived into my bag and was merrily making himself at home - I felt so guilty gently lifting him back out and popping him back on the wheelie bin.....I don't know any one who would apologise profusely to a cat for removing them from their bag and promising them a bag of Dreamies as an apology when they get home from work
When he's not murdering something, he's actually a pretty sweet cat - I'd love to be owned by a cat, but my dogs don't like them and it wouldn't be fair on the cat, so I grab snuggles with the neighbours cats when I can
Rumtytum
Have Marmite, will travel
Cujo is a proper character cat,Oh Cujo was hell bent on staying put in the chair - to be fair to him, it was lovely and warm from my arse being sat on it for a good while
I was leaving the house this morning and as I walked past my gate, Cujo was hanging out on top of my wheelie bin, and got up for a belly scratch and cuddle. He then promptly dived into my bag and was merrily making himself at home - I felt so guilty gently lifting him back out and popping him back on the wheelie bin.....I don't know any one who would apologise profusely to a cat for removing them from their bag and promising them a bag of Dreamies as an apology when they get home from work
When he's not murdering something, he's actually a pretty sweet cat - I'd love to be owned by a cat, but my dogs don't like them and it wouldn't be fair on the cat, so I grab snuggles with the neighbours cats when I can
think he’d have really enjoyed a trip out in your bag
AppyLover1996
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Cujo is a proper character cat,
think he’d have really enjoyed a trip out in your bag
He reminds me of Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch - if he could talk he'd be the king of sarcasm and humour
I've lost count of the amount of times I've been showering and Cujo's just sauntered into the bathroom and has sat on the ledge like he owns the place...... he doesn't mind getting wet either - the warmer the water, the more chance of the giant fluff ball getting into the shower and giving you some company!
He's also provided me with hours of entertainment when he brings his brother Rufus into the equation - we often joke that if one of them is up to something, you can damn well be certain that the other won't be far behind....all the other cats though are so well behaved - Cujo and Rufus are the ones most likely to give you a heart attack by yeeting themselves off the garden fence right into your arms/open bag/wheelie bin/anywhere they can shove their furry selves
Rumtytum
Have Marmite, will travel
All cats are lovely, but some of them (like Cujo and Rufus) are just a bit “Special”