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I thought I would dedicate a thread to those furry, feathered or scaled creatures with whom we often share our lives.... ahem.... I am not talking about...*cough*...anything like puffin or sheep fetishes... but rather those critters we generally call pets

I think many people have pet anecdotes.....so here is a place to share them
To start:

A couple of years ago my partner and I headed off to a conference one weekend and left our five month old felines in the care of a friend...... When we returned my friend informed me that she suspected my female cat (Luna) was in heat.
I protested that she was still slightly young to be in heat...

That night my friend stayed over for dinner and while we were industriously mincing garlic, Luna began plaintively mewing on the kitchen floor. Warily, I glanced down ...and much to my horror I saw that she was flattened down against the linoleum, her rump held high in the air. My friend at that point flashed me one of those irritating, "I told you so" smiles and glanced around to see if Pepe (the male cat) was anywhere near.

Now Pepe, I should explain, while a very sweet fur ball, is not what you would describe as the sharpest knife in the drawer....so I, foolishly, assumed that he would not figure out what was going on.....

Well...at first...that hypothesis turned out to be correct...he walked over to her and literally strolled across her back...for all the world ressembling a Swedish masseur. At this point my friend and I were nearly in hysterics...and poor Luna looked up at us with an expression that almost visibly said...."Just stop laughing and find me a real man, would you?" Of course this only caused us to laugh more......

But then the unexpected happened...Somehow something instinctual registered in Pepe's mind...and he got the idea.....

The following day I phoned the vet and made arrangements for both to be fixed..... The earliest date available was February 14.

Hmm, pet stories, i think i can come up with a few about my cats...

First story is when I'm about three or four years old. My sister was outside playing with the cat, I was over on the other side of the yard, when suddenly I hear her screaming and yelling at the cat. I look up just in time to hit the poor thing with all the strengh a five year old can muster I run over to see whats going on. Poor little Tiger (the cat) had brough my sister a half-live mouse he had caught in the yard, probably thinking she would love it . The look in his face was just heartbreaking, tho, you could tell he was totally confused and insulted

Next stories about Tiger again, a few months later i think. I'm sitting in the kitchen playing with my toy cars, and outside the back door i can see Tiger sitting up on this little ledge that was outside next to the door. I swear he was watching my mom as she went in and out of the house. Then he just stands up, starts hitting the door handle with his paw in that way cats do, then jumps down onto the handle and uses his weight to swing the screen door open, then quickly jumps inside before it closes again. I'll never beleive anyone who tells me dogs are smarter than cats because of that. For the rest of his life he never needed anyone to let him back inside the house.

LMAO!!!

Indeed...apparently the pheromones finally did the job with poor Pepe.

I enjoy remembering the times I had with one of my best friends, Zabiel. Zabiel was half wolf and German Shepherd. I had him since he was a chubby little pup. He was as white as snow, since his father was a white shepherd, and the brute was the size of a small pony - or so it seemed to me, anyway.

You must understand, Zabiel had spent his entire life outdoors. He was not the sort of canine one would bring into a house, for he was possessed of the sort of insatiable curiousity that would surely result in shredded furniture, raided pantries, and huge muddy pawprints on nice carpet. Besides, he had no manners at all, as you will see shortly.

When he was two years old, I took him to the vet for the first time. I was concerned about rabies, for a large coyote pack cavorted in the woods of the land adjacent to ours. The pack steered clear of our part of the property, but I didn't want to risk a chance of him contracting the disease in a late night scuffle with a mangy coyote. So I loaded him into my Jurassic van, and off we went to the vet's office. The trip itself was hilarious, but I won't into that here...

When we entered the vet's office, it was first time he had ever entered a building. He nearly dragged me across the tile floor as he sought to sniff everything in the lobby - the shaggy brute was the nosiest darn dog I have ever seen. I managed to somehow make it to the receptionist's desk to check in. Of course, Zabiel had to jump up on the counter next to me... The receptionist laughed as he sniffed at her behind the desk. I could go straight back, she told me, they were ready to give the shot. Thanks, said I, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I dragged Zabiel back to the vet's office. Along the way I had to scold him for trying to pull a coat from the rack in the hallway...

Well, the shot happened painlessly enough. He just sat there, panting, regarding me with those dark eyes of his. Zabiel was a friendly animal, and didn't have a mean bone in his body. The vet had an easy enough time. I was so relieved...

As I snapped his lead back on his collar to get out of Dodge, Zabiel walked over to the vet's desk, and calmly lifted his leg on it. The vet and his assistant busted out laughing, and all I could think of was taking Tarzan back to the land ASAP, where he could chase rabbits and lift his leg to his heart's content all day long...

As we entered the lobby, however, another surprise awaited. A lady was sitting in one of the chairs, her little Yorkshire Terrier in her lap. I groaned inwardly...here it goes. Zabiel looks at every dog as a potential buddy, even though most are scared to death of him, since I imagine he smells like a wolf to them. Anyway, the Yorkie starting yapping it's little head off, making quite a racket. Her owner seemed to ignore that, and remarked at how beautiful Zabiel was...yeah, sure. Zabiel whined and about pulled my arm out of socket as he tried to meet the lunatic little dog, now maniacally growing and barking.

All hell broke loose when a lady came down the hall with her lab mix. This one added to the canine chorus, only this dog's barks were much fuller and to the point. The receptionist was dying from laughter. I thought I could hear, above the din, other dogs joining in from different parts of the building. I had enough by now, so I dragged Romeo out of the door, and loaded back him back into my wheezing van. Home free at last!

Wouldn't you know, as I drove down the road he had the most pitiful look on his face. He always looked that way when he felt I was displeased. Awww...I couldn't stay mad at him.

What the hell!@???

Wheres otter? And Bluto? Huh?


Wait... hmmm animals.

roar.

Originally posted by dragon wench
...and poor Luna looked up at us with an expression that almost visibly said...."Just stop laughing and find me a real man, would you?"

There is something speciall about cats in the heat. Had one of my own along with a male cat a while ago (the female is dead now) and contrary to Pepe he never figured it out... hrm, definatly something speciall about male cats too... Anyway when the female was in the heat she would usally give him about a minute to figure out what to do, if at that point he still wasnt doing what she wanted him to (wich he never was, although he really tried) she got pissed and sort of attacked him. He was a rather whimpy cat so it was quite fun to watch.

I've had two cats for almost a year now. Their actual first birthday was last saturday, oct 12th.

anyway, I've got two stories

1. Picked up the kitties from the human society. A pair of BROTHERS, domestic short haired grey/white tabbies. The process was simple enough and brought the two little buggers home. They were having a ball. After a week or so, their required first vet visit arose. After a long car ride, cat #1 gets checked out. Ok, cool, looks good, a couple of shots etc... In goes male cat #2 although the vet informed me quickly that cat #2 was really a she. D'oh! I found it very ironic that the humane society made me sign a form stating I would not allow my two MALE kittens to mate and have litters with other kittens.

2. This is only a month ago. Cats might be stupid but they are clever. I'm laying down on the couch which happens to be one of the two's favorite sleeping grounds. So, there I am laying down, watching a little sportscenter when Dante, jumps up on the table. I give a friendly tap and shoo him off the table. In a couple of minutes, he back up there on the table and pawing at my water. Again, I shoo him off the table. The third time he jumps up on the table and whacks my water, spilling it. "You little s@!^", I barked at him and got up to get some paper towel to clean it up. As I got up, without a missing a beat, he leapt up on the couch and assumed his curled up sleeping position. Coincidence or not??? I think he was laughing his ass off on the inside.

I have four dogs, all female. Each set of two are sisters (I have to Lab/Chows (Candy and Mindy) and two Old English Mastiffs(Katherine and Katrina))

I have a queen sized bed, and with four dogs, two kids and myself, there obviously isn't enough room to fit all of us on there to watch t.v. or nap. My kids were at the end of the bed, while Mindy was at one side of me and Candy was smushing me on the other. Katrina was on the remaining space on the bed, her front paws hanging off the bed.

Katherine has serious arthritis, and some days she's obviously in a lot of pain. She took a while to get back upstairs from her foodbowl into my room, and by the time she did, there was no place left for her. I felt so sorry for her (If you ever seen a mastiff, you know they have the saddest faces).

Surprisingly, Katherine turns around after a few moments and walks out my bedroom door to go back downstairs.

Meanwhile, her sister Katrina was being a huge pain in the butt by being the attention shark she is. I was starting to get fed up with her when Katherine came back into my bedroom. She had a ball in her mouth that she had obviously gotten out of her kennel from downstairs. She dropped it, jumped around in circles a few times, and barked at it (The whole while I could tell how stiff she was).

She hit the ball with her paws and picked it up and dropped it outside of my room. Candy and Mindy love playing ball, as does Katrina. Before I knew it, all three of the mutts had jumped from my bed to go play with Katherine.

Needless to say, as soon as they jumped off, Kathy hopped up on my bed and took her place next to her mommy as her idiot sisters chased after that stupid ball.

Not quite as long as everyone elses but this is one of my cat related anecdotes, SYM robs me of yet another, I swear if I met half of you I would have no jokes to tell and nothing interesting to say

Basically the female cat was sitting on a cushion all day and eventually moved off to get some food and stretch a little. Next thing we now this big pile of fur that pretended to be a Tom cat jumps on the cushion and starts girating up and down, our poor dim Tom cat was confused between which was the female, we fortunately threw him out before anything more serious occured

Not very funny ...

....but noteworthy....

Our 17 pound red striped cat (known by the name of "Bourbon" ) has found some way to fill up his daily diet by pinching stuff from the barbecues in our neighborhood.

In summer it is a common sight of Bourbon coming home with some barbecued sausage and on some occasions a whole steak - still warm.... .

Our friends in the vincinity have started to watch their barbecue very carefully over the last few years... .

No worries,

Beldin

That reminds me of my old cat Bagpu$$, my first pet. One day he was sitting on a chair adjacent to the table with his head and eyes just visible over the top of the table, I am busy eating my bacon, I look across at my paper for a bit and Bagpu$$ decides this is his moment, he leaps onto the table runs across (at which point I had looked around) the table at my plate, grabs the piece of bacon mid stride and throws himself from the table...I didn't feel like I should deprive him of his hard worked for food

The interesting thing is he seemed to have been planning it for a while.

<edit>How can they censor my childhood memories!

Slightly off Topic....

..but @WEASEL : Is this per any chance your dog ??

No worries,

Beldin

Here's something to think about :
"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines"

Originally posted by KidD01
Here's something to think about :
"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines"

You mean like Aerie ??




No worries,

Beldin

Another one....

BEHOLD - apparently this is the PU$$YCAT of Bloodstalker:

Oh pets! I have millions of small stories. But I'm not a good story teller.

About two years ago one of my little brothers wanted a rabbit, my mom who is a veterinarian thought this was a great idea. So we got two rabbits, females both, or so we belived. You can see where this is going... A week or so passed and then we noticed that one of the rabbits was all over the other. We figured that this was wierd but it got it's explanation when mom lifted up one of them and noticed "it". We got more rabbits than we wanted a while later.

And then we have that time when one of our cats brought in a dead mouse and put it on my brothers bed while he was sleeping.

Something similair happened only a few days ago when the same cat released a living mouse in our living room! We were slightly panicked as the mouse ran around, climbing on the walls and hiding behind the tv. Niether of our two cats did anything, and at last I managed to catch the little terror in a box and carry it outside.

Re: Another one....

Originally posted by Beldin
BEHOLD - apparently this is the PU$$YCAT of Bloodstalker:

Awwwww!

these aren't my cats but they sure are funny

viking kitties