A Ripley story

[smokey the elder]

I worked with a lady who had two cats named Mouse and Rat. (Don't ask...I don't know.) Anyway, one Thanksgiving the remains of the turkey were on the counter, and the guests were in the living room watching football. S. heard a noise coming out of the kitchen, and went to investigate. Protruding from the carcass cavity was...a striped tail!!

She evicted the cat and disposed of the evidence, and carefully monitored the cats for any turkey bone related problems. (There were none.)

At work when she told me this story, I had a soda, and I almost spritzed it all over her!!

[aki]

Luckily, Chuck dosen't like people food too much so we never really have any problems. But my sister's cat Trickie stole her husband's baked potato off his plate once when he got up from the table for a second. I guess they were eating at their coffee table. He comes back and it's gone. Trickie is under the sofa growling and hissing at him and wasn't about to give it up. Her husband ended up letting him have it rather than be torn up. Trickie ate the whole thing!

[Twink]

These are great stories. I'm going to giggle every time I see a turkey, ham or cake for the next week!

One of my college roommates has a big grey tabby named Marty. Now, I love that cat to pieces, and he's half of the reason that I decided that I wanted one of my own, but I gotta tell ya...that cat was a stinker if there ever was one. But I never gave him much credit for brains. He was more of a bite/attack naw-tee type than a prankster. But then one day I discovered that he was, indeed, smart enough to steal a march on his humans.

My then-boyfriend-now-husband and I were eating lunch in my apt. one day. The roomies were gone, but Marty was still there, of course. We'd made sandwiches, and were sitting on the couch eating them. The fixin's were still out on the kitchen counter. (I was under the mistaken impression that Mr. Marty had gotten too *cough* rotund to do any counter-leaping) So, halfway through our lunch, we heard suspicious noises from the kitchen. We went to check it out, and found rotund, naw-tee Marty on the counter, chowing down on the pile of turkey cold cuts. We told him "no," and took him off the counter. Salvaged what meat we could and put it back in the fridge. Threw the rest of the scraps away. Went back to eating our sandwiches.

When we were done, hubby had to go home, so I went to walk him out. And there, in the hallway, two rooms away from the kitchen, was Marty, scarfing down a couple of slices of turkey. To this day, I have NO idea how he managed to get the turkey out there, or to hide it from us while we were cleaning up the kitchen after his inital thievery! I was very, very impressed.