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Originally posted by tuxluvr
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!
i'm sorry..........lolololololol......fashion critic??
could i interest you in a LotFC medal?
we don't have a Fashion/Beauty category-yet.
rest assured your's will be the first awarded for that honor.....
It was about 6 years ago, I had a stray that found his way to my front door in the middle of a storm. Of course I feed him and he hung around our front deck, never to far away, but never would let us hold him, we could touch....but never hold. We named him Mooch, because he mooched food.
Anyway, one day I was leaving the house and Mooch was stitting on the deck railing, as always waiting to mooch food. When I turned my back to lock the front door all h#%l broke out. Mooch jumped on the middle of my back, claws out, climbing his way up to my head. I reached to pull him off me and as I did he bite my little finger. I mean bit it hard, broke the skin, blood pouring out of my finger. Then as I was tring to get him off, he swated at my face. He caught my chin and hung on to it. I hated doing it but at this point I had a bloody finger and a bloody chin, SO I had to just tose him on the deck floor.
I had to go to the hospital and get stitches in my little finger. He bit so far down that he bit a nerve in my finger and I had no feeling in the tip for a good while. My chin also got stitches, and that the scare that is more noticable. And there one small hole in my cheek from a claw.
As for Mooch, we had to call animal control, they wanted to watch him for signs of Rabbies. The woman that came out was scare to death of Mooch.....she made my husband get him. He made a sound I have never to this day heard a cat make.
I know I should'nt have done it, but I told animal control that he had his shots, I didn't want them to put him down to find out. They held him for two weeks to look for signs of rabbies. I went there every day to feed him, he didn't like the food they gave him. At the end of the two weeks my then husband said lets go get him. He thought it was cool to have a Attack cat. Mooch lived here till he passed last year and he always had a tude. We did have to make one home owners ins. claim because of him. He attacked a friend of mine, not as bad thank goodness. But we loved him all the same. I miss that guy.
We found out he hated the smell of "Snuggle" and thats why we belived he attacked me. No Snuggle in our home again.
FYI....We did get his shots the day we picked him up from animal control.
I have a scar from Tilly on my arm; she used my arm as a launch pad to get away from the dog :rolleyes: :p
The day I brough Bassett home I had to give her a bath because she was covered in dust. I said to Nathan, "You hold her while I wash." Unfortunatly, she didn't agree with this plan and chomped his finger badly. I don't know if he still has a scar but it bled for quite a while.
Nomi and FG...
Nomi...
Tell Nathan that the worst thing to do when a cat bites you is to PULL your hand out of the teeth....it's the difference between a puncture wound and a gash-plus it impresses the gals when you GENTLY pull your digits out of the cat's mouth....
FG,
we are pretty close to starting another category,
'When-Snuggle-Hating-Cats-GO-Wild'....
and you saved him from certain doom too!
P.S. A real 'friend' would have NEVER have made you file a home owners claim!!!
FG, Nomi and Nathan....
I hereby award you the LotFC for your pain and kindness-When Cats GO Wild!!!!
Wear your scars with pride!!
:eek:
I don't know if I qualify, but will apply anyway.
I had a tummy bug last weekend and laid down for a nap on the big bed. Woke a few hours later and walked across the room to slip into my sneakers again... wandered off into the kitchen and around the house for a few hours. Later returned to the bedroom and found much blood in the carpet! Was horrified and patted down both cats looking for a puncture site on either ... unsuccessfully. Eventually gave up and used an enzyme cleaner on the carpet. Anyway, I later kicked off my sneakers wondering how the cats managed that when I noticed that the tip of one sock (which I'd slept in) was sopping wet with blood! Eventually I found a tiny puncture in one toe and assume the toe had been 'in the wrong place, at the wrong time' as a cat crossed the big bed...
So I can't say it was painful as I slept through it, but perhaps this just means that the cats have me well broken in?
About a year and a half ago, Bosun, who was a foster at the time, was with her weanling kittens in their room. I went in to feed them, and Bosun launched herself at my calf and dug in and CHOMPED! I had a hole in my leg and a scar that took a year to disappear. She only ever did that once; I went in armed with a squirty after that.
http://www.studio16a.dk/odds/FelisCatus.jpg
I think I will have to have the title “ignoramus” if I join this club.
I’ve owned feral cats before, but when I decided to get Fister up into our flat (he was over a year old), I threw all caution to the winds and forgot some basic facts about felines. He had enchanted me for months with his great big loving eyes, his (apparently) mild manners and his beautiful coat. So one day I said “He shall be ours” and began to prepare.
My first primitive attempt entailed a few shrimps and a little wickerwork cage and ended in ignoble defeat. How naive can one be! We carefully placed the cage beside the back yard door, Randi placed some shrimps in it, and we waited with bated breath. Sure enough, his curiosity eventually got the better of him, and soon he was halfway into the cage. That was when I made my first BIG mistake. As I tried to push him in the last little bit, he of course immediately turned and was halfway out in a flash. That was when I made my second BIG mistake!
Having had feral cats before, I thought I could subdue him by grabbing him by the nape of the neck and holding him down, so I grabbed him by the back leg.
To this day, I don’t know exactly what he did or how. The hospital wasn’t sure either. It took about a half a second, and there he was up on the roof. I looked over at Randi and said “I think he got me”, then I looked down at my hand. What a mess! He had practically torn half my thumb off and scratched long deep furrows up both my arms.
The next morning, still feeling a bit woozy from the injections and my unpleasant visit to hospital, Randi easily persuaded me that this was not the most intelligent way to tame a cat, and that we would have to use lots of patience and all our cunning. This is what we finally ended up doing.
I wasn’t the last grown man that Fister sent to the hospital emergency room, but since he has quietened down a lot since, I would imagine that it won’t occur again. I at least still have the scars to remind me of my thoughtlessness and lack of respect for feline independence!
Fister must be the worst of all the bad boys so he deserves to be on the design for the award:D :D
I guess my little bi*** isn't so bad after all!!! She saves her viciousness for Eddie!
p.s. love the award!
My sister gets all the wounds. Is it because she loves me so much that she takes them instead of me, or is she taking too much space when sleeping? :)
Amber.
the committee has agreed that you probably don't sleep with a knife under the pillow so, you get an award!;)
Smokey,
owwwwwww!
the hardest part is convincing the cat to let go!!
do not let the cat pin this award on your lapel!:eek:
Jonza,
never throw caution on a windy day.....
i think Fister's face is appropriate for the award. Hopefully we can use his countenance on the medal, we will have to get our lawyers on the case.
the worst wounds are the ones you do not feel.
a medal for you!
Barbara,
thank you for the suggestion:)
ES,
temper, temper!
bi***?............oh, okay.
one for you, we wanted a story so......you owe the thread some blood or scars.:eek:
V&J
a family that scars together,stays together!
(an old saying modified for YOUR award.....)
one for you!
if you will all stand....
Ladies and Gentleman,
it gives me great pleasure to award you the LotFC.
wear your scars proudly!
Eddie, who often feels like a whimp (what with all the abuse from Edwina) wants to be perceived as a tough guy like Fister! Fister is his hero.
So, Eddie has been practicing his tough guy look. What do you think????
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/...5/fb3c7ec5.jpg
Cool ghetto cat:D :D :D
Where are your scars?
Eddie, you tough guy, you're fit for downtown Chigaco!! :cool: .... but, don't hang out with the mob!! :eek:
Fister is very impressed with your efforts towards miss Edwina!! You're nearly there!! :D
Aww Eddie! What a tough lookin' dude! :D Beautiful green eyes too! Mitzi is smitten! :cool: