I have tolerated cats for 30 years (or they have tolerated me), from my first, Frank, who came hitch hiking, liked a fried egg sarnie on the road and was a gentle clever soul, through several dozen others (including 8 at one time thanks to my ex-wife), to the present two, the noble Monty and the scuttling furry idiot rat Buffy. Occasionally we have fallings out (like when Monty got his claw caught in my finger while trying to escape a tickling the other day, or when he slashes me while I am sleeping), but never have I had a reaction like last night. Friends have 2 identical cats, one male, one female (OK, so not totally identical). They are not known to be human friendly, but even so, what cat could object to me sneaking up behind it and picking it up?
Minnie could: having raised her to chest height I was confronted by this whirling, flashing ball of slathering viciousness with razor sharp claws and teeth, leaving my face and palm dripping with blood from numerous deep slashes. Needless to say, the rest of the evening was spent with disinfectant and Savlon
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No sympathy!
Quite aside from the fact that only a total c**t sneaks up on a cat and attempts to pick it up without warning (I can see now why you only admit to "tolerating" cats for 30 years - if you truly cohabited with one you'd know)...it serves you damned well right and I hope the wounds prove to be infected... this is something you just DON'T do...
oh the cat god has spoken? how about piss off? I dont know what went wrong there, dave. Why do you want enemies? mew
I cant recall being dissed like that ever
HAHAHAHA!
You can only do that to Ragdoll cats, matey. Maybe it was our fault for showing you how we play with our mogs ;)
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