Thanks to all those who offered to take my whistle-eating cat off my hands! I certainly appreciate your generosity.
As many of you know, I have had a problem in the past with his attacking my whistles whilst they were being played. Thanks to Mr. Pavlov for a solution to my problem. Every time I picked up a whistle I would growl at the cat, thus sending him fleeing from the room. The cat would, in turn, pay me back by shredding anything that even resembled a whistle… pencils, straws, etc.
What I have finally discovered is that the ol’ boy is actually of Scottish descent and not Irish! I have four practice chanters (for the GHB) scattered about the house and whenever I play any of them the cat will sit on my lap or at my feet and sleep while I play them. Guess I should start filling his water bowl with Famous Grouse instead of Guinness.
Well, I’ve done teenage daughters on here, but cats…don’t get me started on cats. When you want them in…they go out…when you want them out..they come in. They bat you about the face when you are trying to have a ’ lie in’ , they will only eat one type of food, ah, but then they will only eat another.
They like the whistle one day, and curl around your legs whilst playing, they hate it the next, and look at you as if you have just thrown scalding water over them the minute you start playing. Cats just need staff…so how come I always seem to have a housefull?
The scenario goes like this… go to cat rescue for one cat, come back with the original cat and it’s chum… three days later their mate has moved in. So what I want to know is how come I can’t live without the damn things and my house isn’t a home without at least one?
Yep. At the time I finished graduate school, we had two cats. I got a job which required us to move halfway across the USA. In the last two months before we moved, my wife brought home two more cats. :roll:
Of course, by the time of our next cross-country move, we still had all four cats and had added a very large dog (Great Pyrenees). (Yes, we’re insane.)
I don’t have CAD (cat acquistion disorder) any more than I have WhOA.
In fact, I’ve never owned more than seven cats at one time. Stiill…
My granddaughter keeps saying that we need one, but, fortunately for me, my daughter-in-law doesn’t like cats at all, so since the last one checked out three years back, just after we all moved in together, I haven’t been able to get any more.
Cat’s are evil. I think they were sent here by the Cry&(&(&s&(t(&(&a… <<<<<<<>>>>>>>> transmission interupted…secure code EVIL CAT violation…to torment and confuse us.
John and kga,
I can relate to this. We have managed to accumulate 4 cats as well exactly as you two have described. Our latest addition has been a Golden Retriever. At any rate, wherever you are in our home you will see at least one cat in your field of vision.
Over the years since our last move, our herd of cats has dwindled down to two. We’ve decided that, since one cat is more than a match for two people, two cats are definitely our limit! Oh, and we still have the dog.
Sandy, my daughter was doing a whistle promotional on TV in her back yard the cat came over and started to roll around her feet, paws in the air, loved her ankles to death and generally stole the show. Where was the TV camera pointed? On the cat of course, with the commentator doing a running commentary on the cats actions. Something about music soothing the savage beast. It should have been Catsong not Elfsong. Oh yeah…Elves do age. Happy Birthday Sandy!
I’m so with you on that. But I’m still awaiting the dwindle. We have 4 at present, double our maximum cat allowance, plus a dog of decent size.
The feline species will, I’m certain, always have some sway over me since I think that I, too, have been in the love nest of heaven and hell.
edited to correct my lousy ability to interpret sounds and syllables…see below…
But Wow…I really screwed that one up…what the lyrics REALLY say is:
“have you been an alumnus of heaven or hell?” Any questions now on why I’m a visual learner? I can’t hear. I swear I thought they were saying “love nest” all this time, and it actually made sense to me.
In spite of the title, I’m pretty sure the fellow being shot in Violence, Not Violins was playing the whistle, not the violin. (Unless it’s supposed to be a rcrd*r, in which case I completely understand.)
Cats arn’t so much evil, as creatures with intelligence from another world.
When my almost teenage daughter made two slices of toast the other day, she dropped one (of course butter side down) on the floor. ‘I’m not eating that, the cat has probably brought horrible things in from the garden and left them on that floor, it’s unhygenic !’ she yelled, and stomped off to the toaster to make another slice. Whilst she was retoasting the slice of bread she had dropped, the cat sneakily crept up and licked all the butter off the other piece. Khama.
I must limit my commentary, as the owner of the keyboard (a small, dilute calico) will no doubt be back in at any moment to oversee the discussion…
We share our lives (and domain, and limited income) with four dogs, one budgie, several handfulls of fish, and … let’s see… Talulah, Timone, Harold, Squidge (aka Apollo), Two Penny (a reference to the two hundred dollars acquiring her from the parking lot at the local YMCA cost us - mange, spaying, relapse of mange, etc.), Gabiel, Dolly (the keyboard owner), and the newest addition, Lace… so… 8 cats.
It is much relief to know that only the bird, fishies and one of the cats reside in the house. … well, and us 5 lowly humans.
and I forgot the bunny in the back yard.
Crikey!
I need a good stiff coffee!
Oh! And the budgie loves it when I practice the whistles!
Yep. At the time I finished graduate school, we had two cats. I got a job which required us to move halfway across the USA. In the last two months before we moved, my wife brought home two more cats. :roll:
(Yes, we’re insane.)
Pardon my ignorance, but is this a literary reference? Something to do with cats being the spawn of angels and demons, perhaps?)
