Intruder in the night

Yesterday I was awoken at 4 a.m. by the noise of a cat fight and galloping
feet. KFC and Boyfriend do have their ups and downs but they rarely
actually fight although it has been known, once or twice, and always in the
night.
I briefly considered getting up and going downstairs into the cold house to
see what was going on. Very briefly ;-) As all was quiet again in a minute
or two I decided against it.
When I got up in the morning both cats were perched on arms of chairs in the
lounge peering into the kitchen with wide eyes and elongated necks. As I
stepped into the kitchen there was an explosion of orange. A cat had got
into the house overnight and become trapped inside - and at the sight of me
he was climbing the walls and battering at the windows in a real panic,
jumping on shelves, sending everything there flying, cookery books, plants:
large basket of spices, spare cat dishes, saved veggie seeds, little
paraffin lamp etc on the windowsill went straight into the sink where there
was a bowlful of washing up water that I'd forgotten to empty :-(
I hurriedly opened the back door so he could go out. I failed to notice
he'd done a loose poo in front of it so I spread that around with my inward
opening door. Oh, joy.
I retired back into the lounge but he didn't go out of the open door after a
few minutes just continued racing around scattering everything in his path
including crockery in the drainer, knives, forks and spoons bit the dust. I
had to make him panic even more by approaching him to open a window so he
could escape from there and that's when he pulled my curtain pole off the
wall complete with fixtures and curtains.
I noticed he was un-neutered as I got closer to try and let him out the
window. He was a teenager too, just like Boyfie when he arrived here. A
beautiful looking boy in good condition, orange striped body with a lovely
white front. I also noticed he had eaten a plate of crusty old rejected cat
food up on the worktop that I was going to give to the chickens.
I got him out of the window eventually.
I've seen him only once before, crossing the road in front of my house about
a week ago, and no, I am not going to give him a home if he returns.

The kitchen was full of cat fur, some from Boyfie and some orange. Boyfie's
reflective collar had been pulled off over his head, I found it in the
kitchen. He was dreadfully upset. After I got the intruder out he had no
appetite for his breakfast at all, now that's serious as he loves his food.
Kitty was only slightly upset by it, as I guess she didn't have to fight,
and she agreed to have her breakfast at about 2 pm.
All the brightness went out of Boyfie and he meatloafed on a pair of my
trousers for hours with narrowed eyes saying "leave me alone" this is not
like him.
He would not eat all day.
I just wish people who decide to have cats realise it's as important to have
a male neutered as a female. Those teenage boys with their hormones, well,
snippety-snip. They are much happier not fighting and staying home instead
of wandering in search.
If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) he will not be
allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not the RSPCA.

Christina Websell wrote:
Yesterday I was awoken at 4 a.m. by the noise of a cat fight and
galloping feet. KFC and Boyfriend do have their ups and downs but
they rarely actually fight although it has been known, once or twice,
and always in the night.
I briefly considered getting up and going downstairs into the cold
house to see what was going on. Very briefly ;-) As all was quiet
again in a minute or two I decided against it.
When I got up in the morning both cats were perched on arms of chairs
in the lounge peering into the kitchen with wide eyes and elongated
necks. As I stepped into the kitchen there was an explosion of
orange. A cat had got into the house overnight and become trapped
inside - and at the sight of me he was climbing the walls and
battering at the windows in a real panic, jumping on shelves, sending
everything there flying, cookery books, plants: large basket of
spices, spare cat dishes, saved veggie seeds, little paraffin lamp
etc on the windowsill went straight into the sink where there was a
bowlful of washing up water that I'd forgotten to empty :-( I hurriedly
opened the back door so he could go out. I failed to
notice he'd done a loose poo in front of it so I spread that around
with my inward opening door. Oh, joy.
I retired back into the lounge but he didn't go out of the open door
after a few minutes just continued racing around scattering
everything in his path including crockery in the drainer, knives,
forks and spoons bit the dust. I had to make him panic even more by
approaching him to open a window so he could escape from there and
that's when he pulled my curtain pole off the wall complete with
fixtures and curtains. I noticed he was un-neutered as I got closer to try
and let him out
the window. He was a teenager too, just like Boyfie when he arrived
here. A beautiful looking boy in good condition, orange striped body
with a lovely white front. I also noticed he had eaten a plate of
crusty old rejected cat food up on the worktop that I was going to
give to the chickens. I got him out of the window eventually.
I've seen him only once before, crossing the road in front of my
house about a week ago, and no, I am not going to give him a home if
he returns.
The kitchen was full of cat fur, some from Boyfie and some orange.
Boyfie's reflective collar had been pulled off over his head, I found
it in the kitchen. He was dreadfully upset. After I got the intruder
out he had no appetite for his breakfast at all, now that's serious
as he loves his food. Kitty was only slightly upset by it, as I guess
she didn't have to fight, and she agreed to have her breakfast at
about 2 pm. All the brightness went out of Boyfie and he meatloafed on a
pair of
my trousers for hours with narrowed eyes saying "leave me alone" this
is not like him.
He would not eat all day.
I just wish people who decide to have cats realise it's as important
to have a male neutered as a female. Those teenage boys with their
hormones, well, snippety-snip. They are much happier not fighting
and staying home instead of wandering in search.
If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) he will not
be allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not
the RSPCA.

I hope ginger soon visits a vet and settles in a loving home where he can be
pampered for the rest of his life.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

On Nov 2, 9:04*am, "Christina Websell"
wrote:

If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) *he will not be
allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not the RSPCA.

Good on you! Sounds to me like he might be hungry if he's eating what
you called crusty old rejected cat food.but I am sure if he turns up
again you will take the appropriate steps., and yes, it's quite
amazing how some people are happy to spay queens because they don't
want any unwanted kittens but somehow don't seem to imagine there has
to be a male cat involved. I used to know a woman just like that- her
queen was spayed but her solution to her tom going out and fathering
kittens was to keep him locked in one room, Never went round her house
but a friend did and from what I can gather- I shouldn't be so ashamed
of my inadequate domesticity!

Mind you I have to be a little fair to her as she did turn out to have
serious mental health problems...she ended up in the local psychiatric
hospital and she turned up on my doorstep one day telling her she'd
been put on hospital because no-one beleived she was a "close personal
friend" of Prince Wiliam and told me she didn't want any of her
friends to know where she was as it wasn't something to be proud of
but concluded I could tell them as long as I made it clear she was a
close personal friend of Prince William's and that was why MI5 had her
locked up because after King Edward and Wallis Simpson MI5 didn't want
the heir to the throne to be a close personal friend of an American!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

"Adrian" wrote in message
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Christina Websell wrote:
Yesterday I was awoken at 4 a.m. by the noise of a cat fight and
galloping feet. KFC and Boyfriend do have their ups and downs but
they rarely actually fight although it has been known, once or twice,
and always in the night.
I briefly considered getting up and going downstairs into the cold
house to see what was going on. Very briefly ;-) As all was quiet
again in a minute or two I decided against it.
When I got up in the morning both cats were perched on arms of chairs
in the lounge peering into the kitchen with wide eyes and elongated
necks. As I stepped into the kitchen there was an explosion of
orange. A cat had got into the house overnight and become trapped
inside - and at the sight of me he was climbing the walls and
battering at the windows in a real panic, jumping on shelves, sending
everything there flying, cookery books, plants: large basket of
spices, spare cat dishes, saved veggie seeds, little paraffin lamp
etc on the windowsill went straight into the sink where there was a
bowlful of washing up water that I'd forgotten to empty :-( I hurriedly
opened the back door so he could go out. I failed to
notice he'd done a loose poo in front of it so I spread that around
with my inward opening door. Oh, joy.
I retired back into the lounge but he didn't go out of the open door
after a few minutes just continued racing around scattering
everything in his path including crockery in the drainer, knives,
forks and spoons bit the dust. I had to make him panic even more by
approaching him to open a window so he could escape from there and
that's when he pulled my curtain pole off the wall complete with
fixtures and curtains. I noticed he was un-neutered as I got closer to
try and let him out
the window. He was a teenager too, just like Boyfie when he arrived
here. A beautiful looking boy in good condition, orange striped body
with a lovely white front. I also noticed he had eaten a plate of
crusty old rejected cat food up on the worktop that I was going to
give to the chickens. I got him out of the window eventually.
I've seen him only once before, crossing the road in front of my
house about a week ago, and no, I am not going to give him a home if
he returns.
The kitchen was full of cat fur, some from Boyfie and some orange.
Boyfie's reflective collar had been pulled off over his head, I found
it in the kitchen. He was dreadfully upset. After I got the intruder
out he had no appetite for his breakfast at all, now that's serious
as he loves his food. Kitty was only slightly upset by it, as I guess
she didn't have to fight, and she agreed to have her breakfast at
about 2 pm. All the brightness went out of Boyfie and he meatloafed on a
pair of
my trousers for hours with narrowed eyes saying "leave me alone" this
is not like him.
He would not eat all day.
I just wish people who decide to have cats realise it's as important
to have a male neutered as a female. Those teenage boys with their
hormones, well, snippety-snip. They are much happier not fighting
and staying home instead of wandering in search.
If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) he will not
be allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not
the RSPCA.

I hope ginger soon visits a vet and settles in a loving home where he can
be pampered for the rest of his life.
--
I suspect he already has a loving home as he was in magnificent condition,
it's just that some people don't think it's too important to pay out 50 quid
to get their males neutered as they don't have to deal with the kittens.
Here he is, breaking into houses in search of either females or food. If
it's females, well KFC will have a word to say about that.. and if it's food
then he is lost, like Boyfie was. If he returns for food then I will borrow
a trap and get him to a no-kill shelter.
Maybe the boy thought he'd chance going into another house, not sure why,
but it wasn't a good experience for him.

Tweed

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
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Yesterday I was awoken at 4 a.m. by the noise of a cat fight and galloping
feet. KFC and Boyfriend do have their ups and downs but they rarely
actually fight although it has been known, once or twice, and always in
the night.
I briefly considered getting up and going downstairs into the cold house
to see what was going on. Very briefly ;-) As all was quiet again in a
minute or two I decided against it.
When I got up in the morning both cats were perched on arms of chairs in
the lounge peering into the kitchen with wide eyes and elongated necks.
As I stepped into the kitchen there was an explosion of orange. A cat had
got into the house overnight and become trapped inside - and at the sight
of me he was climbing the walls and battering at the windows in a real
panic, jumping on shelves, sending everything there flying, cookery books,
plants: large basket of spices, spare cat dishes, saved veggie seeds,
little paraffin lamp etc on the windowsill went straight into the sink
where there was a bowlful of washing up water that I'd forgotten to empty
:-(
I hurriedly opened the back door so he could go out. I failed to notice
he'd done a loose poo in front of it so I spread that around with my
inward opening door. Oh, joy.
I retired back into the lounge but he didn't go out of the open door after
a few minutes just continued racing around scattering everything in his
path including crockery in the drainer, knives, forks and spoons bit the
dust. I had to make him panic even more by approaching him to open a
window so he could escape from there and that's when he pulled my curtain
pole off the wall complete with fixtures and curtains.
I noticed he was un-neutered as I got closer to try and let him out the
window. He was a teenager too, just like Boyfie when he arrived here. A
beautiful looking boy in good condition, orange striped body with a lovely
white front. I also noticed he had eaten a plate of crusty old rejected
cat food up on the worktop that I was going to give to the chickens.
I got him out of the window eventually.
I've seen him only once before, crossing the road in front of my house
about a week ago, and no, I am not going to give him a home if he returns.

The kitchen was full of cat fur, some from Boyfie and some orange.
Boyfie's reflective collar had been pulled off over his head, I found it
in the kitchen. He was dreadfully upset. After I got the intruder out he
had no appetite for his breakfast at all, now that's serious as he loves
his food. Kitty was only slightly upset by it, as I guess she didn't have
to fight, and she agreed to have her breakfast at about 2 pm.
All the brightness went out of Boyfie and he meatloafed on a pair of my
trousers for hours with narrowed eyes saying "leave me alone" this is not
like him.
He would not eat all day.
I just wish people who decide to have cats realise it's as important to
have a male neutered as a female. Those teenage boys with their hormones,
well, snippety-snip. They are much happier not fighting and staying home
instead of wandering in search.
If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) he will not be
allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not the
RSPCA.


Oh the havoc caused by a panicky cat, poo and all. Poor Boyfie, he doesn't
do well with these barbarians, does he? Hope Ginger's people, if any, get a
clue and get him his snip.

--
Theresa and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Forever: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

"Christina Websell" wrote in
:

Yesterday I was awoken at 4 a.m. by the noise of a cat fight and
galloping feet. KFC and Boyfriend do have their ups and downs but
they rarely actually fight although it has been known, once or twice,
and always in the night.
I briefly considered getting up and going downstairs into the cold
house to see what was going on. Very briefly ;-) As all was quiet
again in a minute or two I decided against it.
When I got up in the morning both cats were perched on arms of chairs
in the lounge peering into the kitchen with wide eyes and elongated
necks. As I stepped into the kitchen there was an explosion of
orange. A cat had got into the house overnight and become trapped
inside - and at the sight of me he was climbing the walls and
battering at the windows in a real panic, jumping on shelves, sending
everything there flying, cookery books, plants: large basket of
spices, spare cat dishes, saved veggie seeds, little paraffin lamp etc
on the windowsill went straight into the sink where there was a
bowlful of washing up water that I'd forgotten to empty :-( I
hurriedly opened the back door so he could go out. I failed to notice
he'd done a loose poo in front of it so I spread that around with my
inward opening door. Oh, joy.
I retired back into the lounge but he didn't go out of the open door
after a few minutes just continued racing around scattering everything
in his path including crockery in the drainer, knives, forks and
spoons bit the dust. I had to make him panic even more by approaching
him to open a window so he could escape from there and that's when he
pulled my curtain pole off the wall complete with fixtures and
curtains. I noticed he was un-neutered as I got closer to try and let
him out the window. He was a teenager too, just like Boyfie when he
arrived here. A beautiful looking boy in good condition, orange
striped body with a lovely white front. I also noticed he had eaten a
plate of crusty old rejected cat food up on the worktop that I was
going to give to the chickens. I got him out of the window eventually.
I've seen him only once before, crossing the road in front of my house
about a week ago, and no, I am not going to give him a home if he
returns.

The kitchen was full of cat fur, some from Boyfie and some orange.
Boyfie's reflective collar had been pulled off over his head, I found
it in the kitchen. He was dreadfully upset. After I got the intruder
out he had no appetite for his breakfast at all, now that's serious as
he loves his food. Kitty was only slightly upset by it, as I guess she
didn't have to fight, and she agreed to have her breakfast at about 2
pm. All the brightness went out of Boyfie and he meatloafed on a pair
of my trousers for hours with narrowed eyes saying "leave me alone"
this is not like him.
He would not eat all day.
I just wish people who decide to have cats realise it's as important
to have a male neutered as a female. Those teenage boys with their
hormones, well, snippety-snip. They are much happier not fighting and
staying home instead of wandering in search.
If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) he will not
be allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not
the RSPCA.


But how did he get in?

Bobble

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
m...

Oh the havoc caused by a panicky cat, poo and all. Poor Boyfie, he
doesn't do well with these barbarians, does he? Hope Ginger's people, if
any, get a clue and get him his snip.

Boyfie doesn't do well with barbarians at all. He's a pacifist. He has no
idea why anycat would want to fight, ever.
He was horribly shocked by the violence that took place inside his house and
very subdued for 24 hours.
He managed to eat his breakfast this morning but is still not back to his
normal charming confident self.
If Ginger returns to invade the house again, although I doubt it, think he
made a mistake, I shall trap him and get him to a rescue.
No cat is allowed to upset Boyfie that much. Ever.

Tweed

"bobblespin" wrote in message
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"Christina Websell" wrote in
:

But how did he get in?


From the slightly open door that Boyfriend insists on. He has to have a way
out at all times. He freaks out if the door is closed. There might be a
visitor, you know..
The door got closed during the fight.

Tweed

Christina Websell wrote:
Yesterday I was awoken at 4 a.m. by the noise of a cat fight and galloping
feet. KFC and Boyfriend do have their ups and downs but they rarely
actually fight although it has been known, once or twice, and always in the
night.
I briefly considered getting up and going downstairs into the cold house to
see what was going on. Very briefly ;-) As all was quiet again in a minute
or two I decided against it.
When I got up in the morning both cats were perched on arms of chairs in the
lounge peering into the kitchen with wide eyes and elongated necks. As I
stepped into the kitchen there was an explosion of orange. A cat had got
into the house overnight and become trapped inside - and at the sight of me
he was climbing the walls and battering at the windows in a real panic,
jumping on shelves, sending everything there flying, cookery books, plants:
large basket of spices, spare cat dishes, saved veggie seeds, little
paraffin lamp etc on the windowsill went straight into the sink where there
was a bowlful of washing up water that I'd forgotten to empty :-(
I hurriedly opened the back door so he could go out. I failed to notice
he'd done a loose poo in front of it so I spread that around with my inward
opening door. Oh, joy.
I retired back into the lounge but he didn't go out of the open door after a
few minutes just continued racing around scattering everything in his path
including crockery in the drainer, knives, forks and spoons bit the dust. I
had to make him panic even more by approaching him to open a window so he
could escape from there and that's when he pulled my curtain pole off the
wall complete with fixtures and curtains.
I noticed he was un-neutered as I got closer to try and let him out the
window. He was a teenager too, just like Boyfie when he arrived here. A
beautiful looking boy in good condition, orange striped body with a lovely
white front. I also noticed he had eaten a plate of crusty old rejected cat
food up on the worktop that I was going to give to the chickens.
I got him out of the window eventually.
I've seen him only once before, crossing the road in front of my house about
a week ago, and no, I am not going to give him a home if he returns.

The kitchen was full of cat fur, some from Boyfie and some orange. Boyfie's
reflective collar had been pulled off over his head, I found it in the
kitchen. He was dreadfully upset. After I got the intruder out he had no
appetite for his breakfast at all, now that's serious as he loves his food.
Kitty was only slightly upset by it, as I guess she didn't have to fight,
and she agreed to have her breakfast at about 2 pm.
All the brightness went out of Boyfie and he meatloafed on a pair of my
trousers for hours with narrowed eyes saying "leave me alone" this is not
like him.
He would not eat all day.
I just wish people who decide to have cats realise it's as important to have
a male neutered as a female. Those teenage boys with their hormones, well,
snippety-snip. They are much happier not fighting and staying home instead
of wandering in search.
If this ginger boy comes again (and perhaps he's hungry) he will not be
allowed to terrorise my cats, he will be off to a Cat Rescue, not the RSPCA.



Are you able to tell if Boyfriend got any wounds? Over here we would be wondering about rabies.
Sorry that you had such a mess to clean up. MLB

"MLB" wrote in message
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Are you able to tell if Boyfriend got any wounds?

I can't see any.

Over here we would be wondering about rabies.

Fortunately this is something I don't have to worry about. There is no
rabies in the UK.

Sorry that you had such a mess to clean up.

Took me most of the morning. Ah well. It doesn't really matter now.
It looked like my kitchen had been burgled by someone with a faeces fetish.
All up the walls too..

Tweed






MLB