Mine has some evil ways of buggering up my lay in if she wants feeding. I think you know firsthand how long and flexible those front legs are, she managed to snake one under the bottom of the duvet just enough to hook a single claw in the sensitive topside of my foot and then pulled.
Brings back a dreadful image of my boyhood dog Spot attacking a cat.
Don't throw the cat out!
If they are Brussels sprouts, throw them out. Bloody EU!lol the cats are staying, the bag of sprouts (of whatever they are now) is getting thrown.
The bag is still sealed and I can smell them through the plastic.
Send them to meet Cameron: throw them at him.
Glad it's in the bin now.
Typical telegraph rubbish!Well, this article pulls no punches! Discuss!
Can a man who owns a cat ever be trusted?
You can generally assume that any man with a pet cat is sneaky and afraid of commitment, writes Chas Newkey-Burden
By Chas Newkey-Burden
7:00AM BST 12 Apr 2015
What is the measure of a man? Well, his choice of pet, of course. If he has a dog, this says positive things about him. He values loyalty, energy and heroism. He’s probably a good laugh.
But if he is a cat owner, he may as well walk around with a huge sign that says: "I’m terrified of commitment, rather snobby and a tad creepy. PS – my home probably smells of on-the-turn shellfish."
There are, I suppose, some excuses for owning a cat. The stereotypical owner is a spinster, and given their plight, one can forgive them the error of allowing the clawing fleabags through their front door. But beyond that, cat-ownership seems a bizarre lifestyle choice. Certainly among males, there is no excuse for it once adolescence has passed.
Cats are sinister, self-centred little madams with an unjustified, Herculean superiority complex. They are crashing bores, the animal world equivalent of the mute dinner-party guest from hell.
Throughout their lives, most of which they seem to spend asleep, the only drama cats create is when they awaken their owner with a half-dead sparrow. They give as much fun back to their owners as goldfish. When someone tells me their cat has died, the question I always want to ask is: but how could you tell?
Dogs could hardly be more different. They are bursting with all the qualities any man would want from a pal. They are fun, courageous and loyal creatures.
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http://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/the-filter/11520058/Can-a-man-who-owns-a-cat-ever-be-trusted.html
You will be torn limb from limb by gentle loving cats!So, no calm, reasoned response then?
Or, horrors! They bring in still living mice!Nope, dont believe it, they do give back, they leave mice for presents, id prefer a DVD player, but, hey, they dont have a credit card, so i can forgive them
Its completely wrong that they dont give back. They love affection and return it in spades. I love dogs too and have had several but they cant compete with cats.So, no calm, reasoned response then?
When I let one go the kitten got upset, meowing plaintively.
I've never had one that did that, Sargent does in sparrows sometimes but they are always dead when they get to me, particularly if it's a weekend morning and I'm barefoot so she can try and drop the corpse on my bare feet!
What about women who don't like cats?
