Mucky Cat!

Perhaps you should go through a few copies of Homes & Gardens with her to see what would be acceptable

I've just been picking up the remains of one of the tassels that adorned a lovely old velvet throw that I'd discovered in a charity shop at the weekend......Daisy obviously hated it

I like it when they come in soaking wet from the garden and yell at us as if we'd forced them to go out. Then we have to do the opening the front door thing so they can see it's raining out there as well.

Deedaa - our Daisy does just the same. She's a white long-hair and comes in and out of her cat-flap at will. During the night she delights in standing on our pillows next to our heads, rain, leaves, slugs, whatever falling off her fur. Her winter coat has now grown in and whereas before, she would love to be brushed, she now treats it as a game and bites. She's the only cat I've known who seems to laugh ! She opens her mouth wide and lies on her back grinning when she's playing....

number I bet she didn't think much of that !

I've just been having a sort of "conversation" with Lily,( she miaows and as long as I keep saying "what?" she keeps miaowing) and I'm positive that if she was a person she would have a lisp. Something about the way her mouth moves, if you know what I mean.

We haven`t got a cat flap, so luckily ours can`t do that!

My daughter's very long haired cat insists on going out on rainy nights and then climbing into the bed covered in leaves and mud which she shares generously. If they try to shut her out she sits and screams outside the door until she wakes up the GS and then they've got both of them!

Going back to the start of this thread, the aforementioned "mucky cat" came in so filthy today that we decided to bath her. I held on like grim death whilst he scrubbed her, using baby bath lotion. She`s still not spotless, but looking better, but it`s hopeless trying to get her to sit near the fire to get dry, don`t want her getting pneumonia! After today, she`s grounded for a week, hopefully by then she`ll have forgotten about her favourite playground and find somewhere cleaner!

Should I be worried that I feel so at home on this forum???

Matron! She's gone funny again!

No! Of course I meant phoenix! Told you - lost the plot completely, poor old soul shouldn't be out without a keeper

Did you really mean crimson ?

Sorry .... Tuxedo cat is black with white paws, nose and shirt front. I know it's an americanism but it describes a certain type of cat perfectly. Don't worry crimson I lost the plot years ago, as my family will be only too pleased to tell you! I blame the cats - for example - up at 4am, after about three hours sleep, to catch a flight from Gatwick only to find 6 month old kitten hurling long dead squirrel round the kitchen! Not sure how we ever got out of the house that time

One of my late cats certainly wore a tux!

absent have just come back after squeezing my lemons and can almost feel the bewilderment in that one word post!

Now, I might well be wrong, but I think that what Deedaa means is another term for a black and white cat with a certain "pattern" to their markings, I described Maurice in a sort of similar way on my "Fed Up With Fluff" thread.

Of course, I could be so far off the mark that I'm not even on the same sports ground, and poor Deedaa could have completely lost the plot.

Help?

absent , I think I might know what Deedaa means, which is almost worrying!

Deedaa A large tuxedo?

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One of our cats is a large tuxedo called Batman (not our choice of name) Before he moved in with us he had been fending for himself quite a bit and is particularly good at killing squirrels. I like squirrels and I wish he wouldn't, but I could cope with them and the occasional birds. The problems arose when he started bringing home Whiskas pouches! He can shred one and devour the contents in seconds! Most of our neighbours have cats and know other people who have cats, but no one has any idea where he was getting them. It went on for days and days - sometimes two a day- eventually they must have realised what was happening and started shutting them away because the supply dried up but I still expect the next knock on the door will be someone accusing me of harbouring the Whiskas thief.

Maurice doesn't often help himself, but about a year ago I had left a plate readt to be washed up which had on it the last few crumbs of cooked roast beef and the string that the joint had been tied with.

I caught him red pawed just licking the last bit. He had also eaten the string.

I did keep an eye out for it's possible reappearance because I was quite interested to see if I could then use Maurice as a yoyo.

Oh ladies, I have enjoyed this thread, keep `em coming! And as soon as her ladyship seems settled and unconcerned, I will try the washing up liquid.

The poor man had simply turned his back, but Stevie had been watching and waiting for his opportunity. I suspect he shared the booty with Orlando who was a simple soul and Stevie looked after him.

A very funny memory:

Several years ago in Oxford, my sister's cat came in with a big piece of beef. She had no idea where it had come from.

Then a while later I heard a tale from my daughter's friend's mother....her piece of beef had disappeared from the back kitchen.....through the open door.....
The gardens of course adjoined at the bottom!

Personally I think it was a big hint from the cat, who had been fed on pilchards for a long while...........

People who leave food uncovered have only themselves to blame.

Cats that take such food are NOT stealing, they are teaching a valuable lesson in food hygiene, as flies could get on the food.

And that, M'lud is the case for the defence.