Grrr cats

Dogs have owners, cats have staff.

I had to let go of my cat at Xmas time, my sister took it on, and she lives in a property ten times the size of this with half an acre of garden, but the cat was ex feral, so had a few problems and where I though she were a middle aged cat, it turns out she is on her last legs with all sorts of internal problems which my sister is attempting to ease.

But now my moggy has gone, there is a big tom cat around here trying to move in.
 
I have one cat at the moment.

One of my earliest memories is of the Sinbad, the siamese neutered tom that my parents had when I was a small child. When we got him, he was about a year and a half old and had never been outside. As a result, he didn't know that he was supposed to be scared of dogs.

I remember him sitting at the end of our drive when the neighbours' alsatian got out of their garden and came haring up the road. The dog saw Sinbad and decided to charge at him, snarling. Sinbad just sat there.

The dog got to within about 3 yards and realised the cat wasn't going to run away, so "put the brakes on", and came to a halt nose to nose with Sinbad, who lazily unsheathed his claws and swiped them across the dog's nose.

The dog turned and ran, howling, away, it tail between legs. Sinbad seemed to think that anything running away from him was prey, so started chasing the dog. The neighbours all reported falling about laughing at the sight of a big alsatian running down the road being chased by a cat.
 
“I gave my cat a bath the other day. . .they love it. He sat there, he enjoyed it, if was fun for me. The fur would stick to my tongue, but other than that. . .”
 
Pablo trying to out-stare me again.............where's my bloody foodbowl?


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