That cat is mentally drawing lines on you like this. Or like this:(mildly NSFW): [spoiler]http://www.google.com/imgres?q=meat+chart&hl=en&newwindow=1&safe=off&client=firefox-a&hs=ylD&sa=X&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&tbm=isch&prmd=ivns&tbnid=01igGFGylVG2oM:&imgrefurl=http://animalhusbandry.info/&docid=fdNHn-eRDpLSTM&w=565&h=375&ei=M8NCTrbIOcqtsQK9pOCnCQ&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=415&vpy=489&dur=836&hovh=183&hovw=276&tx=195&ty=70&page=1&tbnh=136&tbnw=205&start=0&ndsp=29&ved=1t:429,r:15,s:0&biw=1680&bih=854[/spoiler]
I got 96% too. But I know LBC is evil. I’ve seen her torturing insects by almost killing them, letting them walk away and then SLAP back down with her paw.
Thanks for the advice, guys. I figured I was toast.
My dear Cammie got 72%, that’s ridiculous: she’s far too stupid to* plot*.
Daphne - 85%
Velma - 83%
If they decide to start working together, I’m in big trouble.
My Riley got an 85%… and he did try to kill me yesterday. Tried to give me a stroke or something anyways, and I think that counts. Here’s the story:
I wake up yesterday morning to the distinct sound of the cat barfing. Great… So I stumble out to the living room without grabbing my glasses first. I’m sorta nearsighted. I turn on the light, and I can clearly see the cat puke even sans glasses because it’s red. Bright red.
Gulp… OMG my cat’s puking blood… what do I do?? Panic mode.
Ok find the cat, see how he’s acting. Cat seems as normal as possible, he’s actually prancing around acting like he’s proud of the gift he left me. Ears and nose are cold, eyes bright, breathing normal.
Alright… I decide since the cat seems ok to clean up mess so it doesn’t stain the carpet, then call vet hotline. I grab a napkin from the kitchen and scoop up the barf. Not really what I want to be doing at 6am first thing out of bed. I decide to take a closer look at the barf. Hmm, that’s not a normal blood color, it’s pretty bright. Go get glasses.
Now that I can see, I can tell that there’s red pieces in the barf. What the heck did the little monster eat? I look around the room and I remember the flowers my boyfriend sent me for my birthday. Red roses. Upon closer inspection one of the roses is looking somewhat raggedy.
Riley at least had the decency to look guilty, and my blood pressure did eventually return to normal. Darn cat… And yes, I moved the roses.
91% for Lilly, whom we refer to as StalinKitty.
6 pounds of of pure hatred.
Our cat doesn’t plot, he just flat-out attacks. Plus, he’s a Kitler.
Max comes in at 80%. No big surprise there – she’s always been a little psychotic, what with the purring while fighting and stuff.
Cassy is a pillow that eats and poos, and she got 80% :eek: I’m afraid to score the devil cat, or the 'fraidy cat.
Hoot the Bad Kitty got a 96%. I think he’s mellowing.
Only 72%, but the old boy’s always been a licker. Maybe he’s just getting an appetizer for later.
A friend’s cat, in this case, but I nearly died from Mirrors glaring at me once.
Jerry came up as 76%. He actually likes us, and goes from lap to lap to snooze. When he is not sleeping it is apparent that he is planning to kill and eat the dog.
Jerry hates strangers.
Ping-Ping (fat cat), got a 74%, good thing she doesn’t sleep in my room, but I already knew cats would eventually be deadly, as evidenced in this video.
Hai only scored 76%.
Last night she brought us a live mouse. Luckily she caught it again inside the house and we were able to catch it and set it free outside. (She usually brings us live chipmunks. Completely unharmed. We think she’s trying to convince us she should have a pet.)
83%.
This after I saved the rotten cats arse yesterday from being eaten by an eagle in our backyard. Ungrateful wretch.