It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
At first light, I roam the halls of the structure my owners call home. Early morning bells echo; that, for some strange reason, summon my owners out of bed. A loud ruckus is about to begin and I find a small place to hide. My owner and her midget franticly run the halls, while I hide in this corner, waiting for them to leave.Angela Lilley
The Life of Poosey.
My Mum and Dad used to go out nearly every day and leave me home alone, but recently, Mum stopped going out. She came home early one day when Dad was already home and she started crying. Dad hugged her and I could hear her say...I've lost my Job! Job? Wonder what that is and how could she lose it? Thing is...now Mum stays at home and that means I don't get to do the fun things I did when they were both out.Carol Kilby
Lily: Chair of the Weekly Meeting
My cat is called Lily and she is 13 years old. Personally, I call her Kim KaTdashian (if you pardon the pun) due to the thickness of her fur and curvaceousness. She is extremely fluffy, overweight, spends the vast majority of time flat on her back and is a major home cat. If I were to attach a camera to her baby pink collar, you will probably find there's not a lot going on there apart from the occasional toss, turn and stretch. The vast majority of the time we know her whereabouts and location: her makeshift cardboard house. We even installed ventilation to stop the draft coming in!
Kitty Torino's Rabbit Challenge
I love my human, but she isn't the only lady in my life. By that I don’t mean having another female human. I am the neighborhood ladies man. The furry version of course. Right as my human lets me outside, I lay under the mating bush I have chosen, picking flowers with my mouth as a present for the next lady kitty that walks by. A new lady cat has come by the bush to stare at me as I lick my fur, deciding if they would like to get closer. The neighborhood black cat runs around trying to find food while spotting me under my bush. "Hello sir, have you seen any little rabbits around I can sink my teeth into?" she asks me. I wonder if she just stopped to ask in order to find a reason to talk to me.Shelby Hagood
The Audacious Alice
“Bat cat to Fluff ball; Bat cat to Fluff ball, come in Fluff ball.” “I repeat: Bat cat to Fluff ball; Bat cat to Fluff ball. Do you read?”Marilyn Glover
Lacey's Secret Life
I have a precious Maine Coon cat. She is a big cat with an even bigger personality. She isn’t affectionate with everyone, but if she loves you, you get unlimited kisses and snuggles from her. Her favorite foods are fresh chicken and cream cheese. She will lightly pace or jump between your legs and purr as she smells all the scents of a homemade meal being cooked. Nothing brings her out of hiding faster than the smell of some yummy treats.Nour Azouqa
I Don’t Always Spy on my Cats… But when I do, I Get Caught!
My fiance and I are the proud parents of 5 rescue cats, who are also known as the “Bat Cats”. If you haven’t already guessed from their “band name” title, I have named them all after the characters of my all-time favorite movie, Batman. The 1989 version of course… old school here!Shanice Wadell
I decided to combine a few blog posts about my cats, past and present. THE RELUCTANT CAT WHISPERER Cats seem to always find a way into my life. I usually say I’m a dog person, but the cats keep coming. For some reason, they like me. If I take a walk around the neighborhood, at least a half dozen cats come running up to me, just knowing that I can’t resist giving them a scratch behind the ears. I have the same effect on dogs and babies, but it’s the cats that have me under some kind of control. I have accepted the fact that I have become a complex cat whisperer.
Full name: Ginger “Ginge-Minge” Scott Date of birth: 31st May 2011 Star sign: Gemini Element: Air Birthstone: EmeraldChloe Gilholy
Pipi Thistle Butt Head's Fun Day at Home
Our cat Pipi, is really sweet and loving. Yet, when it comes to her curiosity and mischievous nature, she has a hard time not getting into trouble. I think if we had a camera, throughout our entire house, this story might or could be the kind of trouble she would get into if left home to0 often...Julienne Holmes
Hindenburg is one of the best cats. She’s fiesty, loving, caring, and absolutely adorable. In a typical day she likes to sleep on her owners bed, the living room couch, the office chair, the fuzzy rug in the office, inside her cat tower, and on the window sill. She also likes to run into the kitchen screaming when anyone enters the kitchen, because that’s where the treats are. Her favorite toys are a blue and silver poof, an old shoelace, and a mouse made of hardened catnip. But if there’s one thing she loves most, it’s boxes. She hates the sound of plastic bags and the sounds of anyone sneezing. She seems like a normal indoor house cat, until she’s alone.Lydia Yunger
Even Animals have Bad Days
After yesterday’s soap opera of “ Tired of all My Kids” adding to how stressful kids can be at times... We have 4 cats, along with 4 children they’re indoor outdoor cats. We had made arrangements for spaying them to find out the 2 youngest were already pregnant, so we didn’t abort. ( Please don’t say the animals are over populated, cause at this point humans are over populated especially the perfect ones) Anyway, Easter Sunday the one jumped in a box and had 5 babies, she’s the perfect Mommy. Feeds her babies, only leaves them to eat or use the litter box etc. A couple days later her sister had 6 babies, leaving my house with 15 cats, a dog, 4 kids and a husband. The one with 5 went outside for the first time yesterday for maybe 10 mins. The one with 6, gave birth stayed perfect for two days, on the 3rd day she woke me at 4am screaming outside my bedroom, I jumped up as I do for my 6 yr olds nightmares. She glared at me, screaming, I thought oh no, somethings wrong so I picked her up and went to her babies, sound asleep in a ball. I put her back with them, she jumped out screaming. It’s 4am, I don’t have the brain capacity to talk to her about manners and respecting social distancing. She’s following me screaming, What, what’s the issue?!?! She jumps in the window clawing, scratching to go out. Ok, what’s an hour away from 6 kids climbing all over you, sucking the life out of you... ok, go ahead. I wake up she comes back in, the babies attack her, she starts screaming, they all settle down, finally. Now my husbands awake, the kids are already arguing, it’s not even 9am. Momma cat jumps out of her bed, runs to the door, when I opened the door she makes a mad dash to the neighbors back yard and hides. This happened 3-4 days in a row. Yesterday while I’m laughing at grown women and fighting for my own sanity, she darts out the door, runs out sits at the end of the driveway, I’m assuming after staying in that spot for 45 mins she’s waiting on Uber to get her away from her 6 screaming kids for awhile. She paced that area for nearly a hour and a half. Finally, I got tired of her kids screaming,mine screaming I went to the door and watched her and thought, that’s what she’s doing, she is so tired of her kids, probably my kids for waking hers, and the noise in this house! I was considering going out and pacing with her cause the fighting over a green water gun or blue, mom I need a phone all my friends at 10 have them. I opened the door, yelled for her to get back in here. She takes off to the neighbors and goes in the back flow pipe. I thought for a second, wonder if I can find a sewer pipe to hide in?!?! 2hrs later I said Candy, get your ass out of the pipe and come feed your kids. She moped her ass out of the pipe, walked at a snails pace, I yelled get your ass moving if I gotta be in here listening to all this shit, you’re gonna do it to. She literally walked up on the porch, looks up at me in the door and did that talking scream, like bitch I needed a f***ing moment of peace and quiet, but went over fed her babies and decided to get up and go to her own corner of her box. One baby woke up and started creeping towards her and since their eyes aren’t open yet, she’s playing Marco Polo. Today, repeat, this time I’m thinking of going with her.Jamie Lynn