Posted 05-29-2004 at 10:12:18
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A big black and white stray tom cat just slew-footed by the window, and took me back a few years.
Had some friends who'd moved to Oklahoma, and the wife was always talking about a cat named 'Thumbo', and how her husband hated that cat! She was forever asking us to take it. Finally, sympathy overcame good sense, and we told her to bring it next time she came to see her folks.
She didn't let any grass grow under her feet, and a week later, showed up with this big, beautiful tom cat, a fine speciman of a feline! She dropped him off, and vistied a while, cautioning us to be sure and keep him indoors for 24 hours, so he would be used to us, and hang around.
Mostly, he stayed hid out, and didn't want us touching him, which was fine with me. Then, I was passing the bedroom, and heard a funny noise. I stopped, backtracked, peeking through the door.
There sat Thumbo, in the exact center of the bed .. I can see him now, facing me, on that green and white chennille spread, and he was hunkered down. As I looked at him, thinking he was a great looking cat, it was as though he read my mind. He crossed his emerald green eyes, held his breath, and strained really hard ... and liquidy cat poop flowed, DINNER PLATE SIZED, around him!!!
Thumbo uncrossed his eyes, and looked so very pleased. I swear he smiled! I came to my senses when the smell assaulted my nostrils, and I jerked up that cat and ran for the back door and threw him as far as I could! He hit the ground running like a jackrabbit, zig-zagging, as though dodging bullets!
Then, I went back and got the unused litter box, and tossed it out.
Never saw old Thumbo again, sad to say, or I think I would have killed him. I got the thankless job of changing the bed and washing the linens.
Forty seven years later, we are stiil friends with Thumbo's former owner and have mostly forgiven her. She hasn't, til this day, admitted that Thumbo's lack of potty training was the real reason her husband hated that cat!
Posted 05-29-2004 at 11:46:20
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Well, your short-lived cat owndership was prolly best! lol I used to love cats, I put up with more than I knew, and there was a reason, because I hadn't had a dog since I was thirteen. I had forgotten how much better dogs can be.
Cats: lick, and if they are obsessive, can get pretty scabby with their licking and scratching.
They puke after eating, sometimes, there is even a hairball included in that present. Sometimes they get upset stomach and go that liquid poop you talked about right in the floor. They always leave thee presents where they are sure to be found, whether it be on your pillow, or strategically placed right in a walkway. They do not make freinds with any other animals, mine don't anyway. You have to scoop their poop, and pee if you use the clumping kind, and if you don't do it to their satisfaction enough, they will go right next to the box to let you know. They tear up your furniture and your wool carpets, even though they have been supplied with scratching parafinalia.
Dogs: Love you unconditionally. Go poop and pee outside. Never puke hairballs or food on your bed or floor. My dog even goes out back in the corner of the yard to do her business so its not scattered all over the yard. They are just happy to see you, and be with you.
YOu got out before it got ugly! LOL!