Yes, this is the same cat who was in the dryer. Prehaps she resents me for theatening her with the spin cycle. Perhaps she resents me for not giving her a ride in the spin cycle.
But she just keeps…looking at me.
Of course it’s hard to take a threat seriously from someone in a little purple coller with a pink heart shaped tag.
But then Damien seemed pretty innocent too. Is there anything in the bible that says the Antichrist can’t be a kittycat?
Was she wearing a cooking pot on her head? http://www.twolumps.net/d/20060825.html http://www.twolumps.net/d/20060828.html http://www.twolumps.net/d/20060830.html http://www.twolumps.net/d/20060901.html Maybe she wants to be extremo.
I love Ebenezer and Snooch.
That could be the source of her anger - I suppose you call her “Fluffy” as well? No wonder she’s angry!
My recently depart mogster was always trying to kill me, her favourite trick was to get around my ankles when I was coming down the stairs. She obviously had some sort of neck-breaking fetish. I tried to tell her the only way she’d get more food was by letting me get to the kitchen to feed her, but she was having none of it. I had clearly transgressed in the fuss-giving arena and had to be punished.
Sadly she succumbed to traffic before I fell foul of the stairs. On the plus side, she didn’t pass on this particular fetish to #2 cat!
Of course your cat wants to kill you. It’s their way, they can’t help it.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Cats are the Antidog. Like Santa.
Of course she’s trying/plotting to kill you but she doesn’t want to kill you. It’s all a test to see if you are worthy of being her servant, if she does manage to kill you then you failed the test. You’d better study!
Completely true. The only thing keeping cat owners alive is the feline inability to operate can openers.
She’s probably just imagining how you’ll taste after rotting a bit.
Our mostly black cat’s favourite sleeping place is the first step on the way downstairs. Black cat, in the dark, sleeping on the stairs. I’ve developed the habit of grabbing the handrail before starting down the stairs.
And they all stare at you like that sometimes. I think Shoshana is probably right.
Me, too. I try to keep up with it regularly.
Don’t be silly. If your cat really wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be here now. There must still be some further service she requires of you before, well, she sees you off to the Big Sleep.
Consider yourself lucky . If your cat wanted to kill you it would . After all , your
really just another piece of meat .
I can’t really see how the Antichrist can be anything but a kittycat.
For an open can of tuna, my cat would kill me, Mrs. Daniels, his cat-mate, and all three dogs, and not even look back. No question.
The amazing thing about this particular story is that the cat is apparently so inept as to make her aim known.
Not at all. If you look at my other thread, it’s her brother whose the ridiculously fluffy one. And spends all his time in obscene fuzzy sprawls on the floor, so not able to plan murder.
But I was considring fluffing her up a bit in the dryer.
But perhaps I should consider removing the little pink coller. And then swearing fedelity to her, before it’s to late.
Only because I now have the ability to post pictures:
Kitty in a crockpot!
He got in the base while the liner was being washed. If he was allowed in the laundry room, I have no doubt he’d be in the dryer all the freaking time.
Your cat may well wish you death. Are you insured? Does it know its the beneficiary? Its ‘The Bounce’ I tell ya. Once they get hooked, they lose all desire for anything else. Soon its cheaper fabric softner sheets and then just sniffing laundry for a contact-high. If you don’t help her soon, you’ll lose her to the street, where she’ll be rolling drunks for moist towelettes and cat-nip…
Mmmmmmmmm…
I’M IN UR CROCKPOT…FARTIN’ IN UR STEW…
