Legion of the Felis Catus

I think that cat owners should be give a medal for enduring the wounds that their cats have inflicted on them....so I hereby introduce the 'Legion of the Felis Catus'....

a smiling cat face flanked by two paw with claws extended...



My story????

I picked up the Sunday newspaper and settled into my recliner......Edward began to race thru the house......back and forth, back and forth- around the chair, into the bedroom- until i feel a sharp pain on the bottom of my foot.

I look down to see a one inch gash beginning to bleed....Edward used the sole of my foot as a 'launch point'---after limping around
for a few hours i decided to start this award for people injured by felines by accident.

Sorry, play accidents do not count-you have to be minding your own business when the injury occurs. :rolleyes:

To earn a medal you must submit your story, the name of the cat and have a scar/wound to qualify.:eek:

I bear a scar on my lip from my RB Goldie. She really didn't mean to do it! She only wanted to pat my face while I was kissing her sweet little furry belly, however her nails were badly in need of clipping which resulted in a cat-slashed lip that bled profusely!

Now that she's gone, I wear that scar proudly and remember my sweet little golden girl and her oh-so-soft fluffy belly.

I have a small scar on my left cheek from my babysitter's cat. I was about 6 years old and I was sleeping on their recliner. Well Peaches decided that he wanted to run around the apartment like a crazy man. He ran like mad at the recliner and jumped up and used my face as a "Launch pad" :rolleyes:

RH and Lerah,

I proudly award you the 'Legion of the Felis Catus'. Wear your scars with pride!


(i am guessing that there will be at least one more recliner story....)
:eek:

Siegmar has a scar on his belly from the repulsion when Tigris jumped out of the bathtub one nanosecond after he jumped in.

(Name of the cat: nuclear energy Tigris:p )

I reluctently remove my boys from sleeping so saintily on my lap due to my entitlement to a medal. Hobbes (all 20ish pounds of him) was sleeping on my lap like an angel that he is. SOMETHING..unheard by human ears no doubt...spooked him and he jumped from my lap...leaving not only a six inch skid mark from his back foot across my thigh but also a gash between my middle and fourth finger that gushed blood to the point I nearly passed out from the sight alone! I looked down on the hardwood floor (thankfully no carpet!!) to a PUDDLE of blood and still spewing from my hand! Mental note to all cat co-habitors....don't ever get gashed there!!! Didn't really hurt though I guess that's the sign of a REAL owie. Probably should have gone to the hospital but afraid I would pass out en route as I was home alone!! Still bear skids on thigh (good thing I'm not a super-model!!) and HAVE to force myself to remove sleeping beauties from lap JUST IN CASE now!!!

Oh, I have many, many misc. scars on my arms, legs, feet, and chest....those scars would come from Tigger, Tony, Smokey, Tucker, Sam........all of the many "Turbo Kitties" that I have had the pleasure of caring for (slaving my life away too).

However, today, I share my "peace scars" with you. These are from Abner this morning as he bacame the Turbo Kitty and proceeded to run over the tips of my fingers......(see photo) it should give you a good laugh!!

http://www.imagestation.com/picture/...9/fb45cd68.jpg

barbara/siegmar, kitten and catlover....

It give me great pleasure to award you the LotFC!!!

again, wear you scars with pride!

catlover,

sure, now that there are NO more peace demonstrations...;)

:D :D :D :D This thread is too funny! Thanks for the smiles. I really don't have much to report except that Speckles bit me during a brushing session......the scar on my arm is still visible.

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Originally posted by slick
:D :D :D :D This thread is too funny! Thanks for the smiles. I really don't have much to report except that Speckles bit me during a brushing session......the scar on my arm is still visible.

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an LotFC for you-earned in the service of caring for your cat!

... kuz this happened a long tyme ago.
But we fink Dad quallerfiez fur da Meddul
based upon dis True Life Kat Tail...

It'z frumma Post bout Katz hidin inna warsher or dryer masheens...

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Originally posted by Cinder & Smoke

Oh Boots Kat, where ARE you???
Our Boots, the Kat, nebber wuz the sharpest knife inna drawer... :rolleyes:
Summa the places he's misplaced himself inna Ranch house are...

**BEST DummmKat stunt = He (Boots) wuz sleepin inna clubhouse (Dad's fallin wadder klozet inna baffroom).
Dad turns the fallin wadder on an closes the door whilst he's takin off his cloth skinz. Openz the slider door an getz wun legfoot in when a verrie *WET* an verrie :mad: Kat exits by runnin up Dad's legbone, body, an headbone!
Dad hadda lotta lil red leaky spotz on his skin partz.
Kat pouted :( fer three dayz after that wun!
:D

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Well, my biggest rescue boy .... the black and awesome, Chandler... does not admit to being a C.A.T. Instead, he much perfers to be thought of as a person, maybe even a dog, but not a C.A.T. On one particularly fateful day, I decided that the ever so regal Chandler needed to join the Felines and learn to "get along with his own kind". Chandler in turn decided that it was time instead to argue his case the best way he knew how. He spared no enthusiasm in delivering my hand a mighty dose of his rather large back claws!!!

See attached picture for painful proof! :rolleyes:

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Originally posted by Cinder & Smoke
... kuz this happened a long tyme ago.
But we fink Dad quallerfiez fur da Meddul
based upon dis True Life Kat Tail...

It'z frumma Post bout Katz hidin inna warsher or dryer masheens...

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your letter of 'quallerferkashun' is noted!!!

a medal will be awarded with DAD's name inscribed
on it!

Thanks guys!!


psst, legbones are made for rubbin', not running up on!!;)

Kim!

i'm flexing my hand as i type this award.

i once had a cut on the palm of my hand..4 stitches...chocolate brownies attacked me.

i feel your pain!

Welcome to the Legion of the Felis Catus.....

Ritz was about 5 months old when this occurred. I have very straight hair. I decided one Saturday to curl my hair. I did so and came downstairs, and sat in the chair to have coffee. My spouse was complimenting the new look, and Ritz was sitting on the other side of the room, STARING....

Suddenly, she tore across the room, up the chair, up my back and sat on my back at the base of my neck with her back claws dug into my shoulders while she proceeded to scratch the living bejesus out of my hair (and scalp)...."attacking" the new do.

My spouse finally extricated her from my head and pulled the hair strands out of her claws and put her on the floor. I stood up, only to have Ritz climb the entire length of my body and back up to the head, scratching and swatting with a fury at what apparently looked to her like a monster attacking her meowmie's head!

I had neck and head scratches and finally after being removed and attempting a 3rd attack, I had to relent and go wash the curls out so she would calm down.

Apparently, I had adopted a cat and a built in fashion critic!