Psycho cats!

Must be something in the water around here but a number of the local cats have no fear, one belonging to one of my neighbours thinks it is a dog, it chases and attacks all cats on sight but approaches all dogs and sniffs them I've seen it baffle a few dogs including Ledger but those that do follow their natural instinct get a claw swiped across their nose

Then yesterday afternoon we were walking the other way when as we passed one house there was a cat sat on one step Ledger doesn't actually pay much interest to cats and just kept walking but this cat just launched itself screaming down the path and through the front gate at us again nothing more than a baffled look from Ledger but said cat then prowled along behind us in a stalking walk until we got to the end of the road!

It all felt very odd but got me thinking what would happen if they had both started fighting? Both cats I have no doubt would cause damage to most dogs but then unless you saw it who would believe that a Staffy had been beaten up by a cat

Reminds me of the cravendale advert, imagine if cats had thumbs

Brilliant... reminded me of this:

Excerpts from a Dog’s Daily Diary:

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary:

Day 683 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. The audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow– but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released — and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe…for now…

That is funny, but who is the happiest

There's loads of cats where I live that have no fear either, Dragon got attacked by a cat once then i just made a weird noise and the cat ran away

Same thing happened to me yesterday, Zeus seen a cat and slowly walked up to it to have a sniff. Next thing you know, the cat jumps up and takes a swipe at Zeus!

My mate's cat, Cracker, has taught many a dog to respect cats.
My boy Marley met Cracker and decided to push the boundaries - he got swiped and developed a healthy respect after that.

I've also been opened up like a tin of beans by a cat, which sliced me from belly to chest.

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary: class!

Dont get me started on cats! i dont mind them, in fact used to have one but now i have a dog things have changed!
I just came home from work and got followed into my close by a kitten....a picked it up a few times and put it outside but the sly bugger kept gettin back in - close door closes far too slowly even when pushed and kitten was fast. It followed me upstairs, i bent down to pick it up and it jumped onto my shoulders and started purring!! so thought f*** it once i go upstairs get Diesel out it'l scarper!....
How wrong was i?? it sat on the top step and hissed, clawed the air and made sum demonic noises. Now Diesel just seems to want to play with every cat she meets...this cat did not want to play and tbh if the kitten attacked i dunno what diesel would do...if she fought back the kitten wouldnt have a chance it was tiny!
So i had to carry Diesel downstairs to get out. Then the wee thing was guarding the bottom of the stairs so i couldnt get back up, i tried making noises and stamping my feet to shift it, but well its 2am and i have moany neighbours as is! lol
So now the kitten is trapped in my close....went back out after putting diesel in but it just kept hissing at me and am not wantin attacked!!lol

Cats are evil. I had a HUGE cat that would easily fend lexi off. Lexi is a cat killer so i know she would go for them if noone is around but she wouldn't go near this one, it was the same size as her!

Haha thats so funny!!!

Jellytot wrote:Brilliant... reminded me of this:

Excerpts from a Dog’s Daily Diary:

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary:

Day 683 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. The audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow– but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released — and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe…for now…