jonza
09-09-2003, 08:50 AM
Ooohhhhhh FISTER!!!!!
Today is Randi’s birthday. Hurrah hurrah hurrah!
… and what does Fister do? - he is a VERY NAUGHTY BOY!
What a drama!
We had arranged to go out and eat brunch and have a pleasant, relaxed day. Randi was out in the kitchen making breakfast while I cleaned Fisters’ litter tray. Fister had been a naughty boy the night before, and stayed out until 5.30 in the morning, so we hadn’t had much sleep that night. If he gets out into the yard in the late evening, he is a real devil to get up again. But since “Nasty Ib”, his enemy in the yard, has been doing his business in the childrens sand, cats have been forbidden in the yard. So we can only let him out late or neighbors will see him and complain. It is very sad, because Fister can get really frustrated sometimes, but we have no other option. Ib’s mum is a weird woman, and presumably doesn’t care, so she continues to let him do it, with no respect for us or the children who have to play in it. :mad: :mad:
http://www.studio16a.dk/Cats/IbSkid.jpg
”Nasty Ib” doing his business next to a childs doll
Fister had presumably eaten something that didn’t agree with him while on his nocturnal patrol, as was obvious from his litter box, but otherwise he seemed OK. Just as I was cleaning it out, with Fister beside me watching with interest, (quite unusual), Randi called from the kitchen. “Get the camera, Ib is doing his business in the kids area again, we’ve got to get a picture of it!” So I rushed out, took the camera and shot some pics. I heard Fister miawing, but it didn’t really register. When I returned, Fister came running past me looking very guilty. I rush into the bedroom, and what do I see - a huge, symmetrical puddle of liquid poo right in the middle of our bed! OH NO!
FISTER! :eek: :eek: :eek:
He disappeared instantly, and hid himself away in the farthest corner under his “last resort” wardrobe.
http://www.studio16a.dk/Cats/Fsad.jpg
”I know, I know, I just couldn’t help it!”
So unfortunately, up to now, Randi’s birthday has turned into a washing marathon, up and down the back stairs with sheets and bed clothes. Two large machines, washing, spin drying, hanging out to dry - it’s just not fair is it?
But - in spite of everything - “HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANDI!” - we’ll go out and eat brunch tomorrow, OK?
… and Fister still loves you, he couldn’t help it could he now! :) :) :)
john
Today is Randi’s birthday. Hurrah hurrah hurrah!
… and what does Fister do? - he is a VERY NAUGHTY BOY!
What a drama!
We had arranged to go out and eat brunch and have a pleasant, relaxed day. Randi was out in the kitchen making breakfast while I cleaned Fisters’ litter tray. Fister had been a naughty boy the night before, and stayed out until 5.30 in the morning, so we hadn’t had much sleep that night. If he gets out into the yard in the late evening, he is a real devil to get up again. But since “Nasty Ib”, his enemy in the yard, has been doing his business in the childrens sand, cats have been forbidden in the yard. So we can only let him out late or neighbors will see him and complain. It is very sad, because Fister can get really frustrated sometimes, but we have no other option. Ib’s mum is a weird woman, and presumably doesn’t care, so she continues to let him do it, with no respect for us or the children who have to play in it. :mad: :mad:
http://www.studio16a.dk/Cats/IbSkid.jpg
”Nasty Ib” doing his business next to a childs doll
Fister had presumably eaten something that didn’t agree with him while on his nocturnal patrol, as was obvious from his litter box, but otherwise he seemed OK. Just as I was cleaning it out, with Fister beside me watching with interest, (quite unusual), Randi called from the kitchen. “Get the camera, Ib is doing his business in the kids area again, we’ve got to get a picture of it!” So I rushed out, took the camera and shot some pics. I heard Fister miawing, but it didn’t really register. When I returned, Fister came running past me looking very guilty. I rush into the bedroom, and what do I see - a huge, symmetrical puddle of liquid poo right in the middle of our bed! OH NO!
FISTER! :eek: :eek: :eek:
He disappeared instantly, and hid himself away in the farthest corner under his “last resort” wardrobe.
http://www.studio16a.dk/Cats/Fsad.jpg
”I know, I know, I just couldn’t help it!”
So unfortunately, up to now, Randi’s birthday has turned into a washing marathon, up and down the back stairs with sheets and bed clothes. Two large machines, washing, spin drying, hanging out to dry - it’s just not fair is it?
But - in spite of everything - “HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANDI!” - we’ll go out and eat brunch tomorrow, OK?
… and Fister still loves you, he couldn’t help it could he now! :) :) :)
john