Originally posted by Slylee
I hear her pitter pattering down the hallway and she comes charging at my bedroom door and I hear a big “THUMP”.
I sat in bed laughing my ass off. She literally charged the door and thought she could bust it open by using her tiny little body weight. It’s almost scary how human-like her thought process must be.
“hmm, I bet I can bust this baby open if I come crashing into it”
I guess your kitty watched Ironman.
dj tek
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Originally posted by Slylee
Then a few nights after the toilet incident, she was acting up again so I put her in the cage. She started meowing for ever so I thought maybe she had to pee so I let her out…but she didn’t. so I just closed my bedroom door and locked her out. She was NOT having that. she sat there and clawed at my door for like 15 minutes meowing. I covered my head, thinking she would eventually stop. Then all of a sudden, I hear her pitter pattering down the hallway and she comes charging at my bedroom door and I hear a big “THUMP”.
I sat in bed laughing my ass off. She literally charged the door and thought she could bust it open by using her tiny little body weight. It’s almost scary how human-like her thought process must be.
“hmm, I bet I can bust this baby open if I come crashing into it”
^ that sig is polar bear cool...:tongue2
Slylee
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Originally posted by dj tek
^ that sig is polar bear cool...:tongue2
:D
Abercrombie
I unwontedly woke up at 6am the other morning. It wasn't the alarm clock that woke me up.. It was the sound of my cat meowing in a distinct victory chant requesting me to glorify her for bringing me the fruits of her hunt.
My eyes are barely open as I roll over to see her kill at her feet. May I make it clear that this is my bedroom floor which I like to walk barefoot in without any conscious desire to watch what I step in or where I'm going crusty-eyed at that time of the day.
My reaction was not to find the nearest chair and stand on it screaming, perhaps much to your dismay. I smiled and was proud of my sharp-clawed kitty who stood guard over my humble abode and is passionate to rid it of disease carrying vermin. She sat proudly before me like a white stone lion at the front steps of an average house in Woodbridge.
At her feet was a dead mouse.
I praised her profusely and thanked me with pronounced purrs. I had to rid it from my floor so I grabbed the closest thing I had to pick it up without touching it. I put my hand in my improvised hand-puppet sock to carry it out, but my cat takes a quick swipe at who she probably thought was "Lambchop" taking her food. My snake-style kung-fu pick was too fast for her on my next attempt.
I walk down the hall to drop it in the toilet, but my cat follows at my feet almost tripping me over, and as well... winning me over with her sad long face. She didn't want me to get rid of it. I succumbed to her sad eyes, and walked towards the front door to take it outside.
I greeted my neighbour in my boxers and waived my sock in a hello fashion. I laid the mouse down. My cat was on it immediately like she found a long lost friend. She was so happy, and I had to capture the moment with my camera.
She stood proud, sniffed it a few times, before she started taking whacks at it like if it was made of catnip. She repeated this a couple of times until she got bored and ate it. She finished her meal like any good cat would. By licking her butt.
I just wanted to share my deadmau5 appreciation.
nchs09
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Originally posted by Abercrombie
I unwontedly woke up at 6am the other morning. It wasn't the alarm clock that woke me up.. It was the sound of my cat meowing in a distinct victory chant requesting me to glorify her for bringing me the fruits of her hunt.
My eyes are barely open as I roll over to see her kill at her feet. May I make it clear that this is my bedroom floor which I like to walk barefoot in without any conscious desire to watch what I step in or where I'm going crusty-eyed at that time of the day.
My reaction was not to find the nearest chair and stand on it screaming, perhaps much to your dismay. I smiled and was proud of my sharp-clawed kitty who stood guard over my humble abode and is passionate to rid it of disease carrying vermin. She sat proudly before me like a white stone lion at the front steps of an average house in Woodbridge.
At her feet was a dead mouse.
I praised her profusely and thanked me with pronounced purrs. I had to rid it from my floor so I grabbed the closest thing I had to pick it up without touching it. I put my hand in my improvised hand-puppet sock to carry it out, but my cat takes a quick swipe at who she probably thought was "Lambchop" taking her food. My snake-style kung-fu pick was too fast for her on my next attempt.
I walk down the hall to drop it in the toilet, but my cat follows at my feet almost tripping me over, and as well... winning me over with her sad long face. She didn't want me to get rid of it. I succumbed to her sad eyes, and walked towards the front door to take it outside.
I greeted my neighbour in my boxers and waived my sock in a hello fashion. I laid the mouse down. My cat was on it immediately like she found a long lost friend. She was so happy, and I had to capture the moment with my camera.
She stood proud, sniffed it a few times, before she started taking whacks at it like if it was made of catnip. She repeated this a couple of times until she got bored and ate it. She finished her meal like any good cat would. By licking her butt.
I just wanted to share my deadmau5 appreciation.
You just turned my thread into a deamause thread.... YOU. I ing hate deadmause.
Slylee
:rolleyes:
my cat was being annoying last night around 3 a.m. and when squirting her with the water gun i sleep with wasn't cutting it, i finally got up and clicked the light on only to find a gigantic cochroach on my wall that she was jumping up at and trying to kill.
i didn't tell it earlier because quite frankly i'm trying not to relive it. :( it scared the ing out of me since i haven't had any roach problems since i moved in, but like i said in a previous post...they are tearing the roof off and i'm on the top floor, so i'm sure that's what is bringing all the little critters out:nervous:
anyway, i had to kill the roach, but i thought it was cute that she was at least trying. lol i kept squirting her with water and telling her to shush and she was probably like, "DUDE! im trying to kill this ing roach, do u mind?"
:stongue:
hotmom714
Chicks like puppies and kitties. :) They are adorable!
Rostros
Here is my furry friend , she is called Snowball she loves eating toast and rolling on the floor also climbing very high on dangerous objects she lives inside and does her business in a litter tray.
I would have a puppy but I work 50 hours a week so its not really possible.
Meat187
Reminds me of this:
hotmom714
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Originally posted by Rostros
Here is my furry friend , she is called Snowball she loves eating toast and rolling on the floor also climbing very high on dangerous objects she lives inside and does her business in a litter tray.
I would have a puppy but I work 50 hours a week so its not really possible.
awwww.... an inside bunny. cute!
Abercrombie
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Originally posted by Meat187
Reminds me of this:
Is it facing the bushes or is it facing the camera?
tubularbills
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Originally posted by Theresa
AWWWWWWWWWW x 4905830485
I like this one too:
AWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO ING CUTE
I miss my codie dog :(
i remember a comedian once talking about how something, like a puppy, was so cute you just wanted to squeeze the out of it. not to be mean, just cause it was THAT cute....was pretty funny
