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For those of you that missed my last post about Felix, I found him a couple days ago on his back biting and kicking a cactus with all four paws.
Now, just a couple of minutes ago, I woke up to my afternoon nap to him loving on me. He kept nuzzling my hand for me to pet him. So I do and i'm loving on him for about a minute when all of a sudden he decides to bite my hand as hard as possible. I of course stop thinking hes had enough, when he starts nuzzling my hand again. I go to pet him again, and once again he starts biting me, so I stop and say fuck it. Once again he starts rubbing my hand, appearing confused as to why I will no longer pet him.
He then runs to his food bowl, so apparently this biting thing is a sign for me to feed him. Except, I am all pissed off now, so I let the fucker starve. It's not like he didn't eat first thing this morning anyway and the bastard severely needs a diet.
By the way. I measured Felix's ass a week ago and HIS ASS IS 11 INCHES WIDE! Measure your cats butt and tell me if it even compares.
We have this gate up blocking the kitchen now because Oscar is always pissing in there and eating the garbage. Felix has managed to find a way to squeeze through to the other side, but can not squeeze his way back. So, the moron is constantly getting stuck in the kitchen and has to cry for us to retrieve him. This happens about 53672 times a day.
Now, we often get mice in the house, but this winter there appears o finally be none. Oscar has killed dozens of the bastards, but Felix? He ignores them. My hubby actually took live mouse once and placed it right in front of him. He did NOTHING. Now, I would like to point out that Felix was a stray that we found starving on the streets. No wonder the cat was starving. He can't even catch a mouse!
Actuary, he did catch a mouse once. There was a mouse crawling underneath my City Paper one day that he whacked. But, if he knew it was a mouse, I can assure you that he would have done nothing. Oscar actualy stole it from him and ate it. He on the other hand is a real cat.
Felix also has this habit of doing figure eights around people's legs when they are taking a piss. He has a VERY long tail that sticks straight up which is always getting in the urine stream, so he is constantly getting pissed on.
Oh, and he does this thing when he shits where he will not bury his turds. Instead, he will scrape at the sides and top of the litter box, but never at the actual cat litter. Sometimes, he will even take out a turd to scoot across the floor and play with.
DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE A MORON FOR A CAT?!
Now, just a couple of minutes ago, I woke up to my afternoon nap to him loving on me. He kept nuzzling my hand for me to pet him. So I do and i'm loving on him for about a minute when all of a sudden he decides to bite my hand as hard as possible. I of course stop thinking hes had enough, when he starts nuzzling my hand again. I go to pet him again, and once again he starts biting me, so I stop and say fuck it. Once again he starts rubbing my hand, appearing confused as to why I will no longer pet him.
He then runs to his food bowl, so apparently this biting thing is a sign for me to feed him. Except, I am all pissed off now, so I let the fucker starve. It's not like he didn't eat first thing this morning anyway and the bastard severely needs a diet.
By the way. I measured Felix's ass a week ago and HIS ASS IS 11 INCHES WIDE! Measure your cats butt and tell me if it even compares.
We have this gate up blocking the kitchen now because Oscar is always pissing in there and eating the garbage. Felix has managed to find a way to squeeze through to the other side, but can not squeeze his way back. So, the moron is constantly getting stuck in the kitchen and has to cry for us to retrieve him. This happens about 53672 times a day.
Now, we often get mice in the house, but this winter there appears o finally be none. Oscar has killed dozens of the bastards, but Felix? He ignores them. My hubby actually took live mouse once and placed it right in front of him. He did NOTHING. Now, I would like to point out that Felix was a stray that we found starving on the streets. No wonder the cat was starving. He can't even catch a mouse!
Actuary, he did catch a mouse once. There was a mouse crawling underneath my City Paper one day that he whacked. But, if he knew it was a mouse, I can assure you that he would have done nothing. Oscar actualy stole it from him and ate it. He on the other hand is a real cat.
Felix also has this habit of doing figure eights around people's legs when they are taking a piss. He has a VERY long tail that sticks straight up which is always getting in the urine stream, so he is constantly getting pissed on.
Oh, and he does this thing when he shits where he will not bury his turds. Instead, he will scrape at the sides and top of the litter box, but never at the actual cat litter. Sometimes, he will even take out a turd to scoot across the floor and play with.
DOES ANYONE ELSE HAVE A MORON FOR A CAT?!
Suzy- Isn't it funny how cats mock one another? My two are constantly picking up habits from the other. Still, Oscar remains smart enough to bury his own turds.
Donna- Reminds me of another thing Felix does. He always runs into the other room and starts meowing frantically. It is as if he wants you to follow him.
Felix also likes to sleep with his toys in his paws.
Bai- I don't have a dryer, but Oscar is CONSTANTLY trying to climb into the fridge.
Felix just fell asleep on my Kit-Kat bar and melted it.
Then inspiration. Meana found a giant ball of cat fur from one of Manny's furminator sessions. I was giant. She decided it would be a tasty snack. Obviously, I had to get it. So there's Meana running around the apartment with a giant piece of fur in her mouth and me trying to coax it away from her. I think I got it when she went under the bed. At least half of it was on the bedskirt. Kids.
I have a calico that is actually really smart. She answers the telephone. When it rings she will paw at it until it is knocked off of the base and quits ringing. She also turns off alarm clocks. When they start alarming she will paw at them until she hits the snooze button and make it turn off. She can open doors, dial the telephone. One day she turned on a cordless phone and hit redial by mistake (obviously) and called me at work and I could hear her meowing and breathing into the phone! She can be very annoying, though because when I'm trying to sleep and she wants in and out of the house she will go to the door and rattle the door knob to tell me she wants out. If I ignore her because I am sleeping she will start playing with papers or a plastic bag long enough to irritate the hell out of me until I get up and let her out. Then, when she wants back in she grabs the screen on the window with her claws and rattles it until I let her back in. This can go on multiple times through out the night to the point where no one gets ANY sleep at all!!
DAMN CATS!!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1244106/Cat-boarded-bus-day-years-killed-hit-run.html
And the people on the news' comments about it and how they'll miss it on their journeys...
from the same newspaper (I am a beardy guardian type... but this is a great story) about slightly bigger cats
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1246886/Pictured-Three-cheetahs-spare-tiny-antelopes-life--play-instead.html