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I have 3 cats. They throw up sometimes. My dogs know what the command ‘Clean-up in aisle 3’ means.
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I left about a dozen wrapped-in-plastic Pokemon thingies on my worktable right before I went to bed the other night, because I was going to photograph them for eBay in the morning. I took a couple of photos the next day before I realised the cats had left a gutted mouse amongst all the little toys…
Next time the cats vomit, I’m going to have to see about borrowing a dog. 
Yesterday these kittens were hanging out in my living room, and I sit down on the couch and right next to me is something grayish brown. I stand up and look at the back of my pants and yuck, they’re covered in poo. So I change them and go sit in the easy chair. Sure enough, when I get up there’s more kitten poo! At this point I’m really ticked off at the little pest and go change again. Since this is my last pair of pants, I don’t even dare sit on anything.
When a female cat goes into heat, if you hold her tail down on the floor (gotta have a nice tight grip) and hold the skin on the back of her neck, you can push down on the base of her tail and she’ll umm… have a good time, growling and hollering and the whole bit.
Then when she’s done she’ll flop around like a fish and/or pull herself along the carpet with her claws.
Ohhhhhhh. . .
That poodle was a bit high and mighty.
Magnolia B. - Ours do the tongue thing, too. It is quite charming, isn’t it? We call it “sleepy tongue”.
Yep, it’s just about the cutest thing in the world. My boyfriend likes to pull on her tongue sometimes when she does it. He’ll pull it out a couple of inches, and she won’t even wake up. Do you just have the one?
No - we have two bulldogs, but only the one does the tongue thing. The male who does the tongue thing is a fairly light sleeper and will wake up shortly after you pull it out further. 
—Soooo, what kind of bids did you get on the gutted mouse?
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This isn’t really disgusting because of what the pets did, but what the owner did.
Back when I lived with my father, our two black Labradors had a litter of puppies. The puppies were kept indoors at all times. That wasn’t so bad. Except for the fact that the kitchen floor was yellow linoleum. Y’know, a sock can hold a lot of dog pee…
Anyway, the time came to give the pups a dose of worm medicine. They were not put outside, or even constrained to one part of the house for this. Result: wormy, semi-liquid poop being deposited throughout the house. I’m getting a bit queasy thinking about it.
We kept two of the puppies, and they grew up spoiled rotten. My dad would often open the door to my room, where they would invariably lay dumps the size of cheese danishes.
I suppose this isn’t so much disgusting pet as disgusting parent, though.
(hell of a first post, eh?)
Gutted mouse, sold separately…
Actually, the lady who won the lot was quite cheerful, and telling me that the whole thing was a crimble pressie for her wee son :eek:
And in keeping with the theme – this isn’t the first such pressie the cats have left in my workroom – I have a loom, too, and sometimes they leave the mice under the treadles…
I wrote in another thread about an orange cat who adopted us when we moved into his home (after the previous owners split without taking him). We had him neutered and all that, and he’s a very nice kitty, except for this one puzzling habit that he still has.
There are two blue, corduroy cushions on the sofa. When he thinks no one is going to be watching, he likes to have sex with them. Just as if it were another cat. Teeth buried in the top side of the pillow, humping the other end of it, making that sound cats make when they have sex.
He doesn’t do it with any other pillows or any other object. Just the blue ones in the living room. I often pick them both up and put them in the closet before I leave for work.
Is there such a thing as a kitty psychiatrist?
Yet again, the major advances in medicine are being made by the Scots: