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Cat eating sofa.
Yowie wrote:
Now that our hearts have calmed down... So nice to see a story from you, Yowie. It sounds to me like Pickle is trying hard to become the next B*st*rd Cat of your household. -- Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki. |
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Cat eating sofa.
"Cheryl" wrote in message
Yowie wrote: snips story regretfully You have a real talent for these stories! I couldn't stop reading until I found out what had happened to poor Pickle! I suppose he walked off with that air of "I really MEANT to do that!!" some cats have in such situations! Actually he bolted for the door. He needed to let out what he had been holding in for close to 24 hours, and he does that outside these days. Yowie -- If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones. |
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Cat eating sofa.
"Baird Stafford" wrote in message
In article , "Yowie" wrote: giggles snipped since I've reread it four times now Pickle, I am quite sure, is now down to 8 lives. And will no doubt be very wary of vicious cat eating sofas from now on. Leila is *not* an outdoor cat. When I leave the front door open because I have to go in and out for some reason, she scolds nervously until it's properly closed again: the Out is *big*! Suki is like that, and Shmogg never much cared for the Place Without a Ceiling either :-) Now, the so-called Florida room and the garage are very obviously parts of Her House into which she should be allowed on demand. She can see the Florida room through the sliding glass doors - and the SO and I normally come in through the garage when we've been away, so she meets us at the kitchen door and knows that's a Room she's not allowed to visit - and Rooms are Indoors. Is the Florida room similar in concept to the "Queensland room" the idea being that its almost a patio except that its enclosed with (mostly) just with fly screens (at least, thats how it oeprates in summer)? Neither the SO nor I feel any desire to play hide-and-seek with a cat-sized person in a garage into which the vehicle is not allowed for a reason that should be obvious with a little thought. Our garage is currently the dog house. Whilst Fluffy was recovering from her knee surgery we thought it would be better if she was contained in a small area and unable to jump up at the dogs next door (which is how we suspect she did her knee in the first place). Now its winter, it seems cruel to force her out into the cold, so she sleeps there with all our junk at night. The cats of course think its heaven and love exploring the place - it hasn't seen a vehicle for *years*. LOL Of course, Leila is about ten years old by now - a respectable middle-aged lady, in fact (a description that caused the SO to snort in disbelief when I voiced it yesterday, for some reason). I'm sure she can still do mad hoolikitten things if she so wishes, she doesn't 'wish' to anymore. LOL. Yowie -- If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones. |
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Cat eating sofa.
"Yowie" wrote in message
... Now that our hearts have calmed down... Pickle is an indoor outdoor cat now. Generally he goes out in the morning and usually returns after an hour or two of making sure the place is safe and secure. He'll sit patiently by the back door and wait until someone notices him to let him back in. Sometimes he'll go out two or three times in one day (depending on how willing folks are to give him door service, but he's always back for dinner. *Always*. Not yesterday. Pickle didn't closely supervise Fluffy's dinner & bed routine as he normally does if he's already in the house. Therefore I thought he was still out. When it was time for the cats to have dinner (Fluffy has to have hers first or she'll snarf up the cat food in preference) I opened the back door to let Pickle in. He wasn't there. I called 'Pickle Pickle Pickle Pickle' as I sometimes do. No luck. (here's how I call Pickle: On the off chance he was around the front instead, I went to the front door and did the Pickle Siren Song. No Pickle. Sometimes he's quite some way away and needs a few minutes to hurtle back for dinner. So, I fed Suki & Shadow and tried again at both doors, this time with the shaking crunchies box. No sign. Pickle is not a stupid cat (unlike his brother) and I was reasonably confident he had not got himself in too much trouble - it was cold outside last night (all right, cold for *us*) and I figured perhaps he had aldready holed up somewhere and didn't here me call. I hoped and trusted that he'd be home the next morning. Naturally I overslept this morning and didn't have time to do a search for Pickle. Best I could do was call for him once (to no avail) and hop in the car and go, bad hair day notwithstanding (now I remember why long hair is better - even the worst bad hair day can be dealt with by a pony tail). I rang Joel several times from work to see if Pickle had turned up, and no, he hadn't. I got home, shovelled down dinner and found a torch. Half an hour later I had also found the appropriate sized batteries that still had a charge, and went on a Pickle search up and down the street. I do realise that I looked and sounded like an idiot calling "Pickle Pickle Pickle Pickle" and shaking a kibble box up and down our street, but at least I wasn't in daggy old flannel PJs and bunny slippers this time. Imagine a grown woman with Kibble Box in one hand, PoohBear torch in the other, (it was the only torch and battery combination that worked, and I had to beg Cary for it) yelling http://members.optusnet.com.au/~drwatson/Sounds/Pickle1.wav at the top of her lungs up and down the street. Not a pretty sight.... Still no Pickle. Joel and I were bemused by his absence and I was starting to worry. "SHHH! Wait! Whats that?" Joel said suddenly. He turned off the TV and asked The Yowlet to be quiet. The TV was obligingly mute, but Cary of course as not "WHY DADDY????" he yelled. "I thought I heard Pickle... very faintly... he must be outside". Out I dashed again with both torch and hope, only to be dissapointed once more. "Pickle Pickle Pickle Pickle" I called again. "MUMMY?", The Yowlet questioned at the top of his very healthy lungs, "WHERE'S PICKLE?" Both of us answered "SHHH! Be Quiet!" Cary, thinking he was in trouble, started to cry, which of course, entirely failed to help. After calming the poor boy down, we explained we had to be super extra special quiet because we were trying to hear Pickle meow. If it was Suki or Shadow we wouldn't have this problem of course, because they are both loud meowers. VERY loud. Suki because she's deaf and can't hear herself, and Shadow, well, she just likes 'singing', particularly at 3am.... but thats another story. Pickle on the other hand has a very quiet 'mi' sound, barely more than a kitten's mew, even when he's *starving*. No seranading his lady loves from the rooftops for him (even if he did still have the bits that would make him want to) Finally, after singing "Pickle Pickle Pickle Pickle" several more times, I too heard the faint 'mi' of a Pickle meow. It sounded like it was coming from...OMG! The Kitchen! I raced to the kitchen and opened every cupboard and drawer, fully expecting a very anoyed Pickle to leap out. Nothing. Perplexed, I called out once again, "Pickle Pickle Pickle Pickle". The Fridge? Surely not. Nope. "Pickle Pickle Pickle Pickle". Again, a faint "Mi" from the general direction of the... ..of the sofa. WTF? "Mi?" *Definately* coming from the sofa. But how? Joel hopped up and removed the cushion and out popped a very relieved stressed Pickle. He meowed his disgust once more and headed straight for the door. I let him out and he ducked around the corner to do what a cat must before heading straight back to the kibble bowl and wolfing down last night's leftovers. He's now snoozing on my bed - a nice flat surface not known for eating cats. Now, I know that sofas often eat small change, and ours seems to have a distinct predeliction for our remote controllers (particularly the A/C). Ours also clearly favours pens, teaspoons and McDonald's fries, but a fully grown *cat*? Surely not! But there it was, looking inconspicious, was a tear in the fabric under the cushion, just big enough for an overly curious cat to get through if he worked on it, but clearly not big enough to get back out of when the cushion was pushed back, and certainly not big enough when one or more of us was also lounging on said cushion and blocking all exits. Pickle, I am quite sure, is now down to 8 lives. And will no doubt be very wary of vicious cat eating sofas from now on. Yowie -- If you're paddling upstream in a canoe and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can you fit in a doghouse? None, icecream doesn't have bones. ROTFLMAOWTIME! I played that wav file over and over and over and it made me laugh my butt off every time - I finally put it on "continuous play" so I wouldn't have to keep hitting the "play" button! Too, too funny! Hugs, CatNipped |
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