Furry avatars of doom

Charlie, our big red would have returned with either a melted cheese sandwich or a freshly prepared pork chop after raiding the neighbours' kitchen. Their dog would have been cowering under the stairs.
 
Tell me about it. I bought an office chair at an outdoor sale thinking that it was a bargain... until I took it indoors. It took a week to get the smell out.
I had a distressingly short-lived cat (Fluffmodeus) whose piss was a war crime (the two facts were, in the end, apparently related). Not only did he have a bit of a control issue with it, the smallest amount was like someone set off a tear gas grenade in a small enclosed volume.
 
I had a distressingly short-lived cat (Fluffmodeus) whose piss was a war crime (the two facts were, in the end, apparently related). Not only did he have a bit of a control issue with it, the smallest amount was like someone set off a tear gas grenade in a small enclosed volume.
I honestly hope Fluffmodeus didn't suffer too much and/or too long. Despite all of our political/ideological differences, Sir, I salute you for the animal welfare you provide to our feline companions - Thank you for your service!
 
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I honestly hope Fluffmodeus didn't suffer too much and/or too long.
Seemed a happy kitten until one day when he wasn't. Woke up to him being inert; he died at the vet several hours later, his kidneys shot to hell. He'd been seen by the vet previously regarding his terrifying pee; they declared him healthy. Clearly he was not.

Cats have a number of design flaws, kidneys and livers being up there on the list.

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Work of my cats. Notice the various stains, scratches and stringification of the furniture. All remains of rodents were recently cleaned up so there are none in the picture.
I love the cat's look expressing the equivalent of "What are you looking at?" after a hard day's work of furniture shredding...
 
Some years ago, a neighbour requested our opinion on their new kitten.
Equipping ourselves with sundry toys etc, my beloved wife and I ventured forth...

Cassy, a small grey tabby, was soon introduced to us, from where she was sitting on their front door's lintel.
Tempted down via flying leap by my first, bounced ping-pong ball, she commenced a series of trans-sonic zoomies that exhausted watchers...

After a while, my wife and I re-booted our wits, conferred, judged, "Yes, she's a lively one..."

Cassy grew to a 'dog rider'.

Dog-walkers would be towed zig-zag across that side-street, as leashed Canine warily shunned Cassy's criss-crossing, the better to tease them.

One local yob, equipped with a BIG, Nasty, Un-Leashed, Un-Muzzled Dog, was forced to knock on their door and, like small child seeking lost ball, humbly plead for return of his dog. Who was currently 'burning donuts' in middle of road, Cassy riding his nape...

That was literally the last time the dog trod our street. It was a BIG dog, yet would huddle, whine and whimper, utterly refuse to enter our 'Valley of the Dog Rider'. The subsequent absence of vile mega-poos provided convincing, if circumstantial evidence of prior perp...
 
Given that this cat could find them back repeatedly after loosing visual sight with relative ease, I would guess that dog needs a serious bath... if not the owner.
 
But dogs don't leave half eaten rodents hidden in your living room.
Cats don't hide their catch, because they are proud of their prey and want you to know that they earn their keep, but yeah, dogs really aren't the giving kind, other than poop that they don't bury like shall we say more civilized domesticated animals do...
 
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Uh oh
 
Uh oh
Frankly, at this point, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that bees or ants could do so as well, and perhaps even more simplistic organisms. I still remember that as a preteen growing up in the nineteen sixties my concept of animal life was largely influenced by the Descartes animal machine concept. Over the decades, I have however been thoroughly disabused, both by personal experience and ever mounting scientific evidence of animal intelligence in the practical and social sense, of this obsolete school of thought. I now firmly subscribe to the teachings of Saint Francis, and I try to follow Buddhist thinking to avoid even hurting insects by looking where to step when I walk. I draw the line though at killing mosquitoes and other flying pests without any regrets, because this is what you little tiny predators get if you try to go after me and my blood.
 
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