Changing my cats name!

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My husband thinks
that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in the world, but he's not
home with him all day! He only gets to see Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and Mushroom
soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken. Blasphemy, I know, but it
actually turned out really well, but I digress... I boiled two ham bones
down and while I was standing at the stove watching the pot for a bit, I
felt this intense, sharp scratch up my leg, only to find Annoyance had
crawled up my leg and was hanging from my sweats up to my hip to get a
better view of what was brewing on the stove. Uh-uh, not acceptable. I
shoo'd him off my leg only to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric
of my sweats. So be it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had to pick
the remaining meat off of them. Once again, on the same side of my leg, I
felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but this time my sweatpants had
effectively come down past my butt, leaving a nice white moon for my friend
who had come over to use the computer. Careful inspection of the leg of the
sweatpants revealed more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats, he wants
some ham? I'll give him some ham. So, I chopped up a particularly large
chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate and placed it by the kitty
food dishes. His sister smelled it, sat down, looked at me and sneered. I
swear! Like I was feeding her raw cauliflower or something! He ate a piece
and walked away. 2 days later, that plate is still there full of ham.
*sigh* For this I lose a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili

kilikini wrote:
I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My husband
thinks that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in the world,
but he's not home with him all day! He only gets to see Annoyance's
sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and
Mushroom soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken. Blasphemy,
I know, but it actually turned out really well, but I digress... I
boiled two ham bones down and while I was standing at the stove
watching the pot for a bit, I felt this intense, sharp scratch up my
leg, only to find Annoyance had crawled up my leg and was hanging
from my sweats up to my hip to get a better view of what was brewing
on the stove. Uh-uh, not acceptable. I shoo'd him off my leg only
to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric of my sweats. So be
it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had to
pick the remaining meat off of them. Once again, on the same side of
my leg, I felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but this time
my sweatpants had effectively come down past my butt, leaving a nice
white moon for my friend who had come over to use the computer.
Careful inspection of the leg of the sweatpants revealed more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats,
he wants some ham? I'll give him some ham. So, I chopped up a
particularly large chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate
and placed it by the kitty food dishes. His sister smelled it, sat
down, looked at me and sneered. I swear! Like I was feeding her raw
cauliflower or something! He ate a piece and walked away. 2 days
later, that plate is still there full of ham. *sigh* For this I lose
a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili

LOL I'm sorry, kili, I know it's not funny but it's hilarious! (BTW, I
don't think I ever told you when we get trolls in here we change the subject
in the thread and start posting recipes!)

Jill

lol... into every cat lover's life a pair of pants must fall! I'm sure your kitty meant no harm. lol...

You do realize that giving the ham after he crawled up your leg to get it is essentially rewarding the cat for the behavior and encouraging him to do it again. With a kitty you must never reinforce a behavior you wish to discourage. Very funny story!

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Johnna O'Leary via CatKB.com wrote:
lol... into every cat lover's life a pair of pants must fall! I'm
sure your kitty meant no harm. lol...

You do realize that giving the ham after he crawled up your leg to
get it is essentially rewarding the cat for the behavior and
encouraging him to do it again. With a kitty you must never reinforce
a behavior you wish to discourage. Very funny story!

I know, I know, but I was busy and needed to shut him up. But if he didn't
eat the ham, I guess it wasn't very rewarding, was it? g

kili

On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:55:56 GMT, "kilikini"
yodeled:

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My husband thinks
that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in the world, but he's not
home with him all day! He only gets to see Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and Mushroom
soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken. Blasphemy, I know, but it
actually turned out really well, but I digress... I boiled two ham bones
down and while I was standing at the stove watching the pot for a bit, I
felt this intense, sharp scratch up my leg, only to find Annoyance had
crawled up my leg and was hanging from my sweats up to my hip to get a
better view of what was brewing on the stove. Uh-uh, not acceptable. I
shoo'd him off my leg only to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric
of my sweats. So be it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had to pick
the remaining meat off of them. Once again, on the same side of my leg, I
felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but this time my sweatpants had
effectively come down past my butt, leaving a nice white moon for my friend
who had come over to use the computer. Careful inspection of the leg of the
sweatpants revealed more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats, he wants
some ham? I'll give him some ham. So, I chopped up a particularly large
chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate and placed it by the kitty
food dishes. His sister smelled it, sat down, looked at me and sneered. I
swear! Like I was feeding her raw cauliflower or something! He ate a piece
and walked away. 2 days later, that plate is still there full of ham.
*sigh* For this I lose a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili


Theresa
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On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:55:56 GMT, "kilikini"
yodeled:

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My husband thinks
that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in the world, but he's not
home with him all day! He only gets to see Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

(snip)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!


Good thing you weren't wearing shorts.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Kreisleriana wrote:
On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:55:56 GMT, "kilikini"
yodeled:

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My
husband thinks that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in
the world, but he's not home with him all day! He only gets to see
Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

(snip)

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!


Good thing you weren't wearing shorts.

Theresa

God, I suppose that's next!

kili

On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:55:56 +0000, kilikini wrote:

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My husband thinks
that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in the world, but he's not
home with him all day! He only gets to see Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and Mushroom
soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken. Blasphemy, I know, but it
actually turned out really well, but I digress... I boiled two ham bones
down and while I was standing at the stove watching the pot for a bit, I
felt this intense, sharp scratch up my leg, only to find Annoyance had
crawled up my leg and was hanging from my sweats up to my hip to get a
better view of what was brewing on the stove. Uh-uh, not acceptable. I
shoo'd him off my leg only to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric
of my sweats. So be it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had to pick
the remaining meat off of them. Once again, on the same side of my leg, I
felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but this time my sweatpants had
effectively come down past my butt, leaving a nice white moon for my friend
who had come over to use the computer. Careful inspection of the leg of the
sweatpants revealed more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats, he wants
some ham? I'll give him some ham. So, I chopped up a particularly large
chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate and placed it by the kitty
food dishes. His sister smelled it, sat down, looked at me and sneered. I
swear! Like I was feeding her raw cauliflower or something! He ate a piece
and walked away. 2 days later, that plate is still there full of ham.
*sigh* For this I lose a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili

You left food to rot for two days?

mlbriggs wrote:
On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:55:56 +0000, kilikini wrote:

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My
husband thinks that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in
the world, but he's not home with him all day! He only gets to see
Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and
Mushroom soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken.
Blasphemy, I know, but it actually turned out really well, but I
digress... I boiled two ham bones down and while I was standing at
the stove watching the pot for a bit, I felt this intense, sharp
scratch up my leg, only to find Annoyance had crawled up my leg and
was hanging from my sweats up to my hip to get a better view of what
was brewing on the stove. Uh-uh, not acceptable. I shoo'd him off
my leg only to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric of my
sweats. So be it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had
to pick the remaining meat off of them. Once again, on the same
side of my leg, I felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but
this time my sweatpants had effectively come down past my butt,
leaving a nice white moon for my friend who had come over to use the
computer. Careful inspection of the leg of the sweatpants revealed
more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats,
he wants some ham? I'll give him some ham. So, I chopped up a
particularly large chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate
and placed it by the kitty food dishes. His sister smelled it, sat
down, looked at me and sneered. I swear! Like I was feeding her
raw cauliflower or something! He ate a piece and walked away. 2
days later, that plate is still there full of ham. *sigh* For this
I lose a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili

You left food to rot for two days?

It's not rotten. I put the plate out today for the stray neighborhood cats
and they ate it.

kili

On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 18:53:44 +0000, kilikini wrote:

mlbriggs wrote:
On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:55:56 +0000, kilikini wrote:

I think I'm changing my cat, Tyrone's, name to Annoyance. My
husband thinks that this cat is just the sweetest little thing in
the world, but he's not home with him all day! He only gets to see
Annoyance's sleepy, soft side.

A couple of days ago, I was attempting to make a Cream of Ham and
Mushroom soup, using a ham stock base instead of chicken.
Blasphemy, I know, but it actually turned out really well, but I
digress... I boiled two ham bones down and while I was standing at
the stove watching the pot for a bit, I felt this intense, sharp
scratch up my leg, only to find Annoyance had crawled up my leg and
was hanging from my sweats up to my hip to get a better view of what
was brewing on the stove. Uh-uh, not acceptable. I shoo'd him off
my leg only to discover small tears and pulls up the fabric of my
sweats. So be it.

After the bones were significantly cooked and were flexable, I had
to pick the remaining meat off of them. Once again, on the same
side of my leg, I felt this scratch on my side, up to my hip, but
this time my sweatpants had effectively come down past my butt,
leaving a nice white moon for my friend who had come over to use the
computer. Careful inspection of the leg of the sweatpants revealed
more holes.

Okay, being the slave that I am and still hoping to save my sweats,
he wants some ham? I'll give him some ham. So, I chopped up a
particularly large chunk that came off the bone, put it on a plate
and placed it by the kitty food dishes. His sister smelled it, sat
down, looked at me and sneered. I swear! Like I was feeding her
raw cauliflower or something! He ate a piece and walked away. 2
days later, that plate is still there full of ham. *sigh* For this
I lose a pair of good sweats???

Next I should tell you the story of the new whole in the bathroom
wall.............

kili

You left food to rot for two days?

It's not rotten. I put the plate out today for the stray neighborhood cats
and they ate it.

kili


"Dr Phil" needs to give you the specifics on bacteria formation.