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Post by Dan on Mar 11, 2014 12:02:15 GMT -8
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Post by lynxlady on Mar 11, 2014 20:13:57 GMT -8
Thats funny.. poor jenny That reminds me of something that happened with one of my kittens many years ago.. I had sent a kitten to a lady ( when I was still shipping) and she said she took it home and was afraid to open the crate he came in because he was a wild cat and was clawing, chewing at the bars on the door of the crate and screaming.. so she left him in the crate and closed him in the bathroom and called me!! She said she was sure he would claw her to death if she let him out and wanted to retern him. I was laughing at her and told her to go in the bathroom, sit on the floor and open the door to the crate, he was just scared and all he wanted was for her to hold him.. It took me a while to convince her but with me on the phone and her husband with her she sat down and opened the crate door and out he cam like a flash and ran to her.. I heard her scream and then she said he had curled up in her arms and was purring like crazy..she started to cry at how sweet he was and she felt so bad she had been so stupid... well it all turned out great and he is still the love of her life.
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Post by Jackie on Mar 13, 2014 20:07:47 GMT -8
That's a lovely ending for that lady Arlene. I have a gf that asked her friend to look after her cat while she was away. The problem was that this girl was timid of cats and my gf wanted the cat in the laundry room if no none was home. So the cat was out of the laundry room and the friend was trying to get him and put him back in there. I'm sure the cat was not interested in going back into a closet for who knows how much longer so he became aggressive. She called me and I went over there thinking...what??? No big deal. Grab the cat, put him in his room...Bob's your uncle. Not so!!! That cat took after me like nothing I've ever seen before!!! It was summer so I had shorts on. That S.O.B. went at my legs like butter! I ended up grabbing throw pillows to protect myself. My Goodness!!! It was freaking scary!!! Got the cat in the room and left to put polysporin on my deep deep gauges. Never under estimate the power and crazy ninja skills of a cat!
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Post by lynxlady on Mar 14, 2014 13:15:26 GMT -8
Man don't you know it Jackie.. It's said a cat has 10 times it's weight in angry or in a fight.. I can more then attest to that.. I used to just carry the boys over to the breeding area in my arms.. well one time, years ago, Tarzan got frightened and ripped out of my arms and took off running! I panicked and ran after him.. got him in a corner behind a building and tried to pick him up!! WRONG! He turned inside out and almost ripped me to shreds.. I did get him by bringing over a crate and he ran into it.. I came in the house looking like I had been whipped by a cat-o-nine tails.. which I kind of was I was covered with blood.... ever since that time I carry them over in a crate, and bring them back the same way.. I can tell you Tarzan's power was like a mountain lion.. truley was something..
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Post by Dan on Mar 15, 2014 8:48:42 GMT -8
Yup.
Sugar has a similar story. Way back in olden times, 1977 or so, she had gray long hair female named Tizzy Lish. Her husband at the time was a mechanic, and did side work out of their house. One evening, a customer came over, and brought his Doberman Pincer. He was apparently a real tool himself, and got the dog as a tough-guy status symbol. Sug was in the garage with the cat, and the guy let the Dobby out. He was asked several times by both Sug and her husband to put him back, but he refused, and chuckled when he was told not to get the Doberman near Tizzy.
He learned his lesson when the cat exploded and proceeded to shred the Doberman's face, when the dog tried to back Tizzy Lish into a corner. Dog lost the battle in about 10 seconds, and had to be taken to the vet to get stitches, Tizzy went back to her corner and laid down, unscathed and uninjured... Dog owner tried to get Sugar and hubby to pay the vet bills. They declined and gave him his car back, unrepaired, and told not to come back. With, or without his dog...
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