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And I thought it was bad the other night when I had a kitty dangling by his claws from the back of my hand!
I seriously thought I was going to die from loss of blood when Elvis was a kitten, he was such a little terrorist bloodbeast (I love that, by the way). We didn’t make it past 2 nights of keeping my bedroom door open, since the little bastard figured out how to turn on my alarm clock at 4:00 a.m… Seriously, you haven’t lived until you’ve bolted upright from a dead sleep in a panic because it’s pitch black and your alarm clock has started blaring about 10 times louder than usual.
He’s two now and my feet and calves are still his favorite things to hunt. I tried to do the “just sit and bear it while sternly saying GENTLE…” but that shit hurts. He’s scared the crap outta me so bad sometimes I’ve accidentally flung him across the room (just sitting there watching tv minding my own bid-ness and a flying black ball of fur and teeth attaches itself to my arm and even when I’m trying to fling him off he’s so firmly attached he just flies with my arm, till I fling EXTRA hard and BAM! Flying kitty!)
He’s a little better now. I’ve got him trained to the point where I can just show him the spray bottle and he goes running.
What I’m trying to say is just try to stick with it, it’ll get better. Eventually. And if you’re lucky, you might even have some blood left in you. Maybe even some SANITY, too!
I have three feral cats who never came close to a litter box for the first ten or eleven months of their lives, and in the four and a half months they’ve lived with me, I’ve encountered exactly one rogue shit – fortunately, it was in my rooommate’s closet (he has since moved out). I’ve been pleasantly surprised and extremely grateful for their diligence.
Do you only have one cat? If you do, and that one cat is Siamese, it might be that she’s feeling Lonely and Neglected. Almost all cats love having another cat around, for wrestling and mutual grooming. You’ll occasionally run across a loner, but most cats enjoy the company of other cats. Another cat might shame your meezergirl into doing her business where she’s supposed to, as well.
Our male cat used to attempt to tackle my daughter from ambush quite regularly. She’d walk from the hallway into the living room, and find a flying furball going for her upper thighs. Fortunately, he hardly ever uses his claws, but it WAS quite startling for her. Then we went to the Humane Society, and found a cat that wanted to come home with us. Well, she wanted to come home with ME, really. After a week or so of Achilles bristling his tail and hissing at her, they became very good friends, and now wrestle with each other. My daughter says that she sometimes misses being tackled, a little bit. But she says that she can live without it.
I’m going to vote that your kitty is unhappy about the temperature. How else is she going to let you know she’s upset? When she leaves those little love logs, you KNOW that something’s wrong.
Incidentally, mother cats do not litter-train their kittens when they’re born…the kittens aren’t mobile enough for that. Kittens don’t even open their eyes until they’re a week to ten days old, and they start walking sometime after that. Instead, the mother eats the waste when the kittens are too young to train. Yuck, I know, but that’s the straight dope.
Oh good gods… please do not ever again try to convince ** Nevermore ** to get a second cat… I can just imagine that… two evil beasts plotting together at night… attacking our feet in tandem… Twooooooo terrorist bloodbeasts? Gods… It’d be like having an Al Queda cell in our living room. ~shudders~
Now… we couuuuuuuld get a dog… and then the dog would eat the kitten, and then we could play with the dog.
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Way off topic, but as I sit in the office reading this thread I thought that this comment from Guinastasia REALLY should make it’s way into corporate speak (as opposed to the commonly heard ‘thinking outside the box’). I can think of many, many things in the business world this could be used to describe 
…I know, my mind works in odd ways…
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She deserves more then that- I’m not kidding, if someone hurt one of my animals, I’d pound them myself and throw them out of my house. What is she, 10 and can’t control her impulses? The cat’s tail has about a zillion bones in it and is connected right to the spine- it probably fucking HURTS.
I just don’t see not doing something more about it then saying “Hey, don’t do that.” What if she decided it would be fun to kick your cat? Giving his tail a yank is the same thing, IMHO.
Animal abuse pisses me off to no end.
Today is a special day at work. There is a big party, complete with free food. Thank you, Lynn, for whetting my appetite.
Couldn’t help thinking of this: Queen of Wands - Monday, December 15, 2003
Hey, I usually try to grab her wrist to stop her when I tell her to cut it out. Either that or I pick the cat up and set him on the floor when my mom sits down. But the darn cat usually hops right back up. He seems to like to sit next to my mom sometimes, even when I’m not around. Either way, I’d rather just set the cat on the floor, which is what I normally do unless my hands are full, then I put what I’m holding down and set him on the floor or nudge him off the couch. My mom and I have gotten into a fairly loud fight over the tail pulling, but I’m not going to hit her - while I would never abuse or condone the abuse of animals, she is my mother.
She might grow out of terrorist bloodbath mode. My cat was a fearless hunter of feet as a kitten, but eventually he seemed to pick up on the subtle clues–screaming, bleeding, frantically prying his claws out our flesh-- that indicated such behavior was not as fun for us as it was for him. He still wrestles our hands and feet, but he keeps his claws retracted.
Mr. sugaree still doesn’t dare to sleep on his back.
yes, only one Siamese deathmonger at the moment. and though I wouldn’t mind having two cats in theory, I’d rather prefer to wait until I’m done with apartment-living, as I already trip over this one plenty. wonder if a dog would help with the loneliness at all… or is it just another cat’s company they crave? (I wouldn’t get a dog now either; just curiousity.)
I don’t know… but obviously we need to work on our communication.
cuz “here’s a pile of shit, mom” sounds a hell of a lot like “gee I’d like to be fed to a reticulated python” to me. ;D
grey_ideas, hehe, I like that… good hijack pets hijack
(now to figure out a way to use it before any of my friends do… ,P)
Bwahaha! That reminds me of a hilarious story George Cloony told on one of the talk shows. Seems his roommate had a cat and it hadn’t made a tootsie roll in a really long time. The roommate was really starting to stress about the kitty, thinking of how stopped up she was.
So, finally the kitty takes a dump. George Clooney removes the kitty turd and takes a human dump in the box. Roommate comes home and sees what Fluffy gave birth to and nearly passes out.
Admit it! This is high comedy!