Long time ago, we had an old yeller tomcat who would retrieve squirrels I had shot out of the trees around the house; he'd stack them up on the back stoop. Bragged on him one too many times, I guess--somebody stole him.
And years ago I had a cat that would come running from wherever it was to greet me when I got home, just like a dog.
she thinks your family and is bringing you food ..
Murray was my cat when I was in undergraduate school.
Every morning Murray would hide under the bed and when I put my feet on the ground in the morning would leap out, wrap his front paws around my ankle and bite me on the foot. He could not be denied his morning attack on my foot.
I tried putting on cowboy boots before getting out of bed in the morning. Murray knew I’d have to expose my naked feet some time since I had to put on pants eventually so he’d hide and leap out and bite my foot while I was dressing.
Murray ended up with Mom and Dad when I went off to graduate school. He kept up his ankle biting focusing on Mom.
One morning Murray made the mistake of trying to bite Dad’s ankle. Murray gave up his ankle biting from then on.
I could drop by with my Berreta 21a Mouse Gun and take it out with a head shot.
But the CCI MiniMag would probably go through your shoe.
All our cats have been prone to leaving us presents to demonstrate how much they love is and appreciate all that we do for them. Yeah, right.
I usually start my mornings off by having a "round up" of all the cat toys scattered all down two hall ways and into the bedroom. Put 'em back in the toy basket in the entry hall.
Kind of funny. We got them for the boyz to PLAY WITH but all they do with them these days is to DELIVER them.but the do it every night.
Sandy does the same thing every time skin is exposed. Its a chore to put socks on in the morning--the first clothing items--which is the main necessity) then the pants then the shoes. Add to the ankle bites--she bites my toes and wherever she can get away with on my feet too.
How did you dad stop the biting? dull its teeth?
Dad caught Murray with a pretty good drop kick. As Murray was rushing in, Dad caught him in the air and Murray bounced off the wall, got up shaking his head, gave Dad a nasty look and never did it again.
Murray took up fetching after that. My little sister played jax and Murray loved to fetch the jax ball. He’d chase it down the stairs and into the basement and bring it up to start the game again. He’d do it for hours if you’d play.
Famous, too, for his incessant whining and promiscuous fibbing.
Natayo loves laying in the open screened in bedroom window. Of course, in the winter, the window's closed. So, in the middle of the night, he'd start pounding on it.Heh heh, Sandy'll kill me if I kicked her. I was told I could use a squirt gun though-with a bit of vinegar in the water. Trouble is is--I don't want to hurt her. One funny though, I was making a homemade frito pie the other night-accidentally dropped a ""flaming hot"" hot frito on the floor. Before I could pick it up, Sandy came in and grabbed it in her teeth-ran into the hall way-then came in angrily meowing because her mouth was on fire-drank most of her water.![]()
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I couldn't help but laugh tho I knew she was in pain. Sandy gave me an angry look and I knew I was going to pay.![]()
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