Olive looked mildly curious.
Wow. Apparently my cats are too sheltered. They don’t know what the word ‘no’ means, as they’re never told ‘no’. This is because they rarely do anything bad to be told that, let alone hear another cat make those kinds of sounds!
I wonder why they freaked out like they did, though?!
As for the puncture wounds, I’m sure they’ll be fine. If nothing else, they add a nice compliment to the kidney stone pain that I’m currently having.
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Famous last words, my dear. Mine. Please keep a close eye on those puncture wounds. If you see any redness or swelling, go to your doctor. Or to a local acute care clinic. Cat bites can turn bad fast.
One of the fuzzbutts bit me early one Sunday morning (I still don’t know why; I think I may have grabbed his belly in my sleep). Tuesday evening I was at the acute care clinic getting yelled at by the doctor for not coming in sooner because I “should have know better.”
Zabali_Clawbane and SnakesCatLady, thank you. I’ll keep an eye on things.
That’s weird - my cats did nothing. It’s weird because once we watched a video on Cute Overload with a little tiny kitten that was crying for its mama, and the cats were VERY upset. They kept looking for it long after the video was over.
And damn it, Rick, I was gonna link to Pinky.
My cats walked up to the computer, sniffed, smelled no threats, and proceeded to lick themselves.
I’m a bit jealous.
Ooh, I’ve been exactly there! Went from ouchy to red and puffy with streaks up my arm overnight! A nice course of cephalexin (sp?) took care of it. (Except mine was where the “lifeline” in my palm met my wrist.)
Poor kitty. I hope they eventually hung a towel or something up over his cage door so he could calm down.
My two cats spent 3 days at the vet’s last year getting fixed. I’m not sure what Lunabrat did while she was there, but when I took them back a week later the vet looked at her in her carrier and said, “Oh, this one. Hang on while I close all the doors and windows.”
Cats is weird.
I’d be pretty pissed too if my name was “Burgers and Fries.” Good Lord!
Oh dear God! That cameraman must be scarred for life…
Anyway, my in-laws used to have Marquis, who wasn’t the nicest cat in the world. I’ve seen meaner, but he just wasn’t a very pleasant cat to be around.
Unless you brought out the kitty hairbrush. Then he instantly transformed into the vilest, meanest, hissing, spitting, furry bag of fury you’ve ever seen. All you had to do was pull the brush out the drawer, hold it up where Marquis could see it, and then place it back in the drawer – forget about any ideas you may have had about touching that cat for the rest of the day. Actually, walking anywhere near him wasn’t a great idea either.
I once made the mistake of walking near him while holding the brush. He launched himself at my foot and started biting and clawing at my shoe. He attacked so viciously that while I was trying to shake him off of my, both he and my shoe went flying together.
I went home with one shoe that night. He utterly demolished the damn thing.
My sister had a cute little calico cat named, ironically enough, Dearie, who was an extremely ill-tempered cat. Early on, my other sister once held Dearie up in front of her face to admire the cat, and Dearie clamped on like a facehugger from Alien. Not a pretty picture.
Okay then, you go skritch it behind the ears!
I can’t watch the video but I’ve seen enough of them in real life to know what it’s like and yes, we usually cover the front of the cage for the really stressed kitties and send them home as soon as possible for both the cat’s and our own welfare, making sure to give the owners about ten different kinds of medicine to administer to their sweetie.
[sub]Just kidding, it’s usually only about 5 medicines, one rectal.[/sub] 
My three cats just sat like lumps, barely acknowledging the noise. So I guess MMV.
Joe