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My boy Bull is a scary little thing. :eek: He loves to lay on my dirty clothes each night in a pile until I take them to the laundry room. Suddenly tonight he took off, peeled out of the bedroom, through the kitchen and into the family room. I followed to see what was after him. Underneath the bar stool in the kitchen was my bra. I'm sure it chased him out of the bedroom. :D
More than likely got caught on him and he took off trying to escape it, but it was funneeeee!:p :D :p
Did it look like this?
http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/b...omhellcopy.jpg
not exactly, but that scares me!
I have cat who ...ahhemm...:o likes my underwear! She has gone running through the house and outside with it chasing her!!! Sorry if that is tmi. But it is very funny
Ok. I admit to, as a teenager, having tortured my cats by attaching a very long piece of sellotape to their tails. Watching them alternately fight with it and try to run away from it was a lot of fun...
And yes, I did always remove it before they freaked out too much. Still feeling a bit penitent, though. :o
Is that a military issue flak jacket? Oh, that's right...Madonna wore that in concert several years ago!Quote:
Originally Posted by zencentury
:eek: :eek: OK, I knew I shouldn't have clicked on this thread!:eek: :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Brandi
my little crazy mix-eye white cat that i had to put down last summer :( lived with me when i was in graduate school, where i would keep some pretty weird hours. she didn't like that much and would act out when she felt i wasn't around enough. one day i came home from the lab to find that i had left the drawer in my dresser open ever so slightly and the cat sat on the dresser and pulled each and every single piece of underwear i had in there out of the drawer and scattered it all over the apartment. it was really funny but i was very glad no one had come back to the apartment with me that day.
Too funny!
None of my furbabies has had an issue with underwear, but my Chow was terrified of plastic bags when he was a puppy. We had to zigzag across the street between every house on trash day!
lol I can just picture that vicious bra chasing that poor innocent pussycat!
My boy-cat, Houston, had a run in with a plastic bag when he was a kitten. I had thrown the bag on the floor as I was unpacking the groceries. He stuck his head through the handle and got stuck. He went racing around the living room trying to get it off. It was flapping behind him like a superhero's cape. I was in hysterics. He was freaked, poor kitty. I finally caught him and got it off, but to this day, he won't go near a plastic bag.
I have an 8-year-old Golden Retriever that STILL has issues with garbage bags!Quote:
Originally Posted by OakLeaf
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Oh my gosh!!! I thought I was the only one with a "superkitty"!!!:D
My cat was inspecting the bag that a scratchy post came in (apparently some catnip has spilled from the post) and got her head through the handle. She zipped and zagged, making wild leaps from furniture to floor and around the house with her cape flapping behind her while we tried to catch her (I was afraid she'd somehow strangle herself). She did not injure herself, and also has no residual fear of plastic bags. I thought WE were going to hurt something laughing so hard:D
It was one of the funniest things I have every seen!
here is a pic of my niece's dog who got herself all wrapped up in a plastic bag. i had a hard time getting a good picture because she likes to follow me around when i have the camera, which makes me laugh more and that makes her follow me more. vicious cycle. that and the fact that she is one little bundle of energy. :)
We had a cat whose very favorite activity was chewing the handles off plastic bags and swallowing them. No plastic bag was safe, and she knew about every new plastic bag that came into the house. She would run away with them just so we couldn't catch her. We were constantly securing plastic bags and making sure they were safely put away or disposed of. Although she has long since gone to the rainbow bridge, even now, I will find myself absent-mindedly picking up all plastic bags, even though our current kitties could care less about them.
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Originally Posted by sandra
I had a dog that got into a box of maxi pads. It wasn't a pretty sight.
Bull is a big brave poodle. Here he is, pissed about a bad dye job. I always wondered how he would look as a pink poodle. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by roadie gal
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y85...z/IMG_1584.jpg
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Sandra, you're lucky that dog hasn't killed you in your sleep. How humiliating!
:D It was just sidewalk chalk and washed right out. We had a good laugh that day though. :D :D
This thread is cracking me up!
Our lab (who's quite a few cards short of a full deck), loves to wriggle around on our dirty clothes (underwear are especially yummy to her). We must have that "good human" scent. :confused: Then again, she also digs in the trash and eats my used tissues, eats her own poo (sorry), and will do just about anything for a taste of toothpaste- so she's obviously not very bright. I love her anyway...;)
My sweet Persian kitty, Jasper, had a fetish for plastic bags. He never ate them but he would lick them. The first time it was at night and I couldn't figure out what the noise was. I was always worried about him eating them but he seemed satisfied with the licking. They do pose a suffocation threat so everyone please be sure to pick them up!
That reminds me of the time I was innocently and ever so professionaly phoning in a story to my editor and the long-haired cat got her pride and joy, er, tail mixed up in a strip of flypaper.
I hadn't known cats could fly before that. I swear, she was about 3 feet off the floor.
AND I COULDN'T LAUGH! Or rescue her. I was on the phone with the editor, etc.
We all survived, but it was a near thing.
So Herald the Tuxedo cat has a shoe fettish. Must roll in shoes after I take them off.
But the one that cracks me up:
When I lived in northern California, I worked on a salmon hatchery. We were spawning fish, which is rather messy. I came home, still must have had some blood and other *stuff* on my outter wear, was dirty enough that I stripped in the garage (after the door went down), then came through the kitchen door, intending to go straight to take a hot shower. But for some reason all my kitties were waiting at the kitchen door, so when I opened it, they barged out, to give my clothes a good smell. And then proceeded to try their best to bury them. So now I'm cold, naked, trying to herd the cats back in the house so I can have my shower, and they're still trying to bury my clothes. One cat at a time, I put back in the house, and THEN I could take my shower.
ROTFLMAO! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by bmccasland
One of our cats was long-haired and had an impressive set of sideburns/whiskers to set off his manly face. Which was a bit impractical when he insisted on sticking his ENTIRE HEAD into an empty can of cat food to get at the remains.
It got stuck of course. He tried to take in his stride and paw it off, than he tried to just wander around pretending nothing had happened, bumping randomly into things, then he started freaking out and crawling backwards shaking his head. By that time we had picked ourselves up off the floor enough to help him take it off.
And then he stuck his head in again... :rolleyes:
Shame on you;)Quote:
Originally Posted by sandra
I'm going to have to talk to your husband:rolleyes:
Reminds me of the late, great Spike Kitty. I was sitting on the couch eating Krystal hamburgers that come in their own little boxes. I was sitting the boxes on the floor. Spike stuck her head in one and, of course, it stuck. She starts trying to back out of it. She's backing all over the living room with a box on her head. I'm laughing so hard I can't catch her.