Thread for things that dont deserve threads

[Low D]

Though you hear nightmare stories of people running out of the expensive food they get at pet shops or the vet and grabbing a can of something at the grocery store that's tainted. Not tampered with but poisonous from the source. WTF?

Might have heard that from me in the "Moaners" thread last Dec. Molly recovered well, though, and is doing fine now . Worth mentioning that you can get good-quality canned cat food too, though, so not a bad idea to mix it up once in a while. Which we do, and brush several times a week, but Molly STILL coughs up the occasional hairball, i think it's just part of the deal for some cats (some have longer hair, or just shed more than others, or shed more with age).

[LittleCupcakes]

Does said cat have an interesting name?

I should have written "Cat". He's had a few names over the years (starting with Laszlo, with Katniss as the last "official" moniker), but now he's Cat. I have other cute nicknames that are used on occasion, too.

His hairballs are not a problem thank goodness, the regular brushings make a big difference there.

[Frances]

The neighbor kitteny-cat that looks like a panther, Lucky Toes, has just left half a dove on the doorstep and was peeking out from behind the rose bushes very. stealth. like.

[Low D]

The neighbor kitteny-cat that looks like a panther, Little Toes, has just left half a dove on the doorstep and was peeking out from behind the rose bushes very. stealth. like.

I dare you to go try & take it away...

[Frances]

I dare you to go try & take it away...

Simply picked the gift up off the sidewalk and expect many more to come. When they start hunting there's just no end to it. Funny that he left it for me instead of with his own human family. Perhaps there is more than enough to go around.

My job is to keep the senior cat I'm looking after away from Lucky Toes who lives under the credo of all wild, young cats... your land is now my land and expect an ass kicking when you least expect it.

[territa]

My little huntress left a present for my dog the other day. I discovered the dead field mouse next to his food bowl in the kitchen the next morning. The dog was indifferent. I was not amused.

[Frances]

My little huntress left a present for my dog the other day. I discovered the dead field mouse next to his food bowl in the kitchen the next morning. The dog was indifferent. I was not amused.

You have a cat and a dog? OMG, so lucky!

[territa]

My dog has two cats. He's the lucky one. Can't really think about getting another dog now, my older cat would not be too happy with me.

[lesh]

Many moons ago, one of my cats leapt through an open window with a live baby rabbit in her mouth. Amused was nowhere near part of my vocabulary in reaction to that. The bunny was returned to the woods and kitty confined to quarters for a few days. It was only mouse parts from then on.

[Low D]

Maybe cat tales (if you'll pardon the pun) should have it's own thread? Who sez kitty doesn't deserve it?

[firehazard]

...It was only mouse parts from then on.

The predecessor of the predecessor of the cat who currently honours us with her presence in our house used to devour mice like they were going out of fashion. Except she always used to leave us one tiny unidentifiable bit of mouse insides (always the same bit, by the look of it). It presumably was the bit that didn't taste good. We didn't try it ourselves.

Though somewhat strangely, although that cat would go a-hunting the fields for prey (we lived in the country at the time), she would never harm the mice who actually lived in the house. I guess she must've come to some arrangement with them.

The nicest thing that her successor (the current cat's predecessor) ever left us, as far as I remember, was a headless feral pigeon on the doorstep. And those city feral pigeons are big.

[Niall]

Im off home tonight to see my wee nephwe. Havent seen him since the end of August

[Frances]

Many moons ago, one of my cats leapt through an open window with a live baby rabbit in her mouth. Amused was nowhere near part of my vocabulary in reaction to that. The bunny was returned to the woods and kitty confined to quarters for a few days. It was only mouse parts from then on.

My sister's cat Boo used to do that. I'd go to the garage to do laundry and she'd be sitting just inside the door with a saucer eyed baby bunny in her face, we saved that fella but a hummingbird she had in her grips we were unable to spare. She battered the poor thing around. That cat went out hunting on a nearby golf course one night and got hunted down herself. Was a rather lackadaisical cat most hours but once it got dark she was a bit of a terror.

You just can't forget those terrified saucer eyes or being able to hear the poor bunny's heart race. Or the proud look of a cat doing what a cat does.

[Low D]

Many years ago I lived in Peterborough, Ontario, and always wanted to arrange some sort of rafting trip down Jackson Creek, which disappears underground through downtown before it empties into the Otonabee River. I thought this could be made into some sort of environmental educational event that i could convince 3 pubs along the creek to sponsor.

So last night i dreamt i did it, except the creek was wide, more like the Otanabee itself, but shallower, and a younger myself & a handful of others were swimming, not rafting. We came up at one point through a sewer grate in the basement of a shopping mall. But near the beginning, we were harassed by a bunch of jerks on jet skis - it was the members of Van Halen, and they were blaring out the song "Jump" from their stereos.

Please feel free to interpret, 'cause i'm stumped.

[Frances]