Something cruel one of my cats did to one of my other cats.

[Jamastiene]

Sunday Girl went to the litter box and it stunk really bad. Yogi has a habit of going in behind the other cats and covering up what they did. Well, Sunday Girl finished and went to sit in a chair across the room. Yogi went in to cover it up and Sunday Girl jumped down while he was there. She got to the side of the box and peeped around at him with that gleeful grin she gets when she's getting ready to torture him. He froze so still then slowly took one foot and slowly moved it toward the floor, pausing a couple of times to place his paw on the floor outside the box. She acted like she was going to jump at him and he pulled back inside. He ended up sitting down in the box with the smell. My aunt called me to let me know what was happening. The cats heard me coming and Yogi took his chance to get out of the box. Well, Sunday Girl was blocking the door and he was trapped inside the room. He is now standing in my bedroom with me looking at the door like he is not sure if the coast is clear yet with this look on his face like, "Damn, why does she do that to me every time?"

Some history: Sunday Girl does that when Yogi uses the box. When he gets in, she sits beside the box rubbing her chin on the box with that look on her face and seriously grinning. When he gets out, she chases him tattooing his rear end with her claws. He has developed the habit of moving as slow as a sloth to avoid any sudden moves that may make her go ahead and spring on him and attack. Meanwhile, she usually sits there and rubs her chin on the box until she sense him trying to get out. Then she will lean forward and look at him right in the eyes and make this little huffing noise at him and grin. He freezes a few more seconds until she starts back rubbing her chin on the box again. That's when he moves another millimeter. It keep going that way until he is finally out and she has by then moved over to the door to repeat the intimidation.

Well, tonight she left a big stinky one and when he tried to cover it up, she tortured the poor fellow. I feel so sorry for him.

[Jamastiene]

1. He got her back.

She went into the bathroom and he cornered her in the bathroom. It didn't last long, before she was chasing him again, but they played in their own way. I love watching my cats with their crazy antics.

:rofl:

[badgerpup]

2. Sometimes I think it's dominance issues...

Had two cats, male and female. Male cat never covered his scat...female would come to use the box, find the evidence...
"Oh, that man! Never will learn to put the lid back down bury things properly!" and proceed to bury it for him.
:rofl:
Now have two males and a female. Kitten buries his, the adults don't.
I scoop it out immediately upon finding, since female has 'issues' with scat in litterbox...:shrug:

[Jamastiene]

4. It's the opposite in my case.

Yogi is the male and Sunday Girl is the female. Domino is female too, but she doesn't really care much who is in charge. She has a real punk rock attitude.

I think you are right. It may be a pecking order type thing. Sunday Girl was the only cat for years and Yogi and Domino came into the picture later. At first, she would knock them down and hit them like an automatic. We called it her tattooing method. Like the needle jumps up and down on a tattoo gun, she'd hit with that left hook of hers over and over until they finally ran. Then she'd chase them.

Something came up and we had to move. Since the move, she has still done that, but they have now grown into adult cats and she doesn't quite do it the same way. It may be some sort of pecking order they are trying to establish, but ya gotta admit taking a crap in the litter box and then trapping the other cat inside shows a sick twisted sense of humor on her part. She also likes fighting scenes in movies. She grins when she sees them. She has always had that sense of humor.

[kedrys]

14. Evie housebroke her brothers

The triplets are rescues, and Evie was always the most fastidious of the three about the state of the litterbox. 5 years later, it's still her major psychosis - she'll piddle all over the landscape unless the litterboxes are in pristine order. :rofl:

[idgiehkt]

3. I know a girl from a lonely street

cold as ice cream...and a total bitch, lol
:hi:

[Jamastiene]

5. but still as sweet.

Dry your eyes, Sunday Girl.
She was laughing so hard at poor Yogi. She got tears in her eyes.

:rofl:

[Jamastiene]

6. Kicked for laughs.

[billyskank]

7. Your cats are as nutty as you

:loveya:

[Jamastiene]

8. They have their own brand of humor with each other.

Sunday Girl sometimes gets on the couch behind me and sits down. I play with her a little and then she'll start leaning her upper body forward like she is going to pounce on me and she'll throw her head back and grin at me. It's the funniest thing. I wish I could get it on video, but I haven't figured out how to get the angle right yet.

How are you doing this morning? :hug: :loveya:

[billyskank]

10. I am okay thanks

How are you? :hug:

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

9. My cat Midnight is crueler than that.

I once watched her knock Ginsberg (one of the other cats) into the pool. He was balanced on the edge drinking out of it. Basically, he had no support from his front legs at all. Midnight walked up behind him and went ballistic on his ass. He fell in the pool and unlike the rest of the cats, he sucks at swimming. I had to rescue him, in fact, he's really lucky I was there.

Midnight is extremely dominant though. She's the sort of cat that will walk up to the others and will attack them while they're eating, then just sit down and take a nap by the food bowl. Or steal their toy and then just lay down on top of it. She had a love hate relationship with the German Shepherd we had and the lab that we have custody of on weekends (along with my stepbrother) is routinely trapped in closets by Midnight. Man, that lab is dumb as shit. Every time Midnight goes after her, she runs to a closet, which Midnight then does not let her out of. Even the foster pit bull I had earlier in the summer was scared to death of Midnight. After the first time she swatted him, he'd just run away at the sight of her. This was their initial meeting. Picture 50lb pit bull running (not aggressively though) at 8.5lb cat. Pit bull gets up to cat. Cat hisses, sits down, hisses and scratches the pit's nose. Pit bull goes running & whimpering in the opposite direction. Clearly a killer breed.

[peacebuzzard]

11. How about this one....

I have a 90 lb mix of ????pit/lab/rottie/golden/chow???? and I call it a Memphis mutt because you find many of these similar mutts in midtown Memphis.

Anyhoo...this big creampuff to animals was horrified at my country vet's clinic when the vet's duck waddled out into the reception area. That sweet ol' red dog jumped up on a cocktail table as far away from that duck he could. He just trembled and glanced at the duck from the corner of his eye desperately trying to not make eye contact. He had the whole waiting room in laughter. It took much coaxing and encouragement from me to get him down off the table so we could leave. (He usually drags me out of the clinic!! He is such a sweetie!

here he is!

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

12. Haha...yeah, when I was a kid we had a pit/shepherd mix...

anyway, we lived in a crappy urban neighborhood before we moved out to the suburbs. I think the dog was 12 when we moved to the suburbs. She had never seen a goose, deer or whatever. Her version of wildlife was pigeons, stray dogs & cats (plus the one freak skunk that got her). Anyway, she went chasing after a flock of geese by our new house. Yeah, she had no clue that geese could fly. They took off honking and she came running back with her tail between her legs yelping. She never went near geese again.

I miss Jaycee. She was pretty much the coolest, sweetest dog ever, even though she was an abused puppy.

[peacebuzzard]

13. that is a face of sweetness alright!

my ol' red dog was abused as a very young pup. We found him in the street, we believe--thrown from a car. He had been slashed w/ a cutting instrument and a broken leg, he was in shock. My sister was out walking our bassets in the rain...and my Bella basset hound and Uncle Jake basset hound sniffed him out under a bush. What a lucky pup!! Of course he was adopted on the spot. Here is mom and uncle w/ the grown upadopted pup in the background:

[kedrys]

15. I harbored a little bitty stray cat named Gozer once

She sliced my upstairs neighbor's huge golden retriever's nose once. Dog should have known better, but kept sticking his face near kitty. :rofl:

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

16. Yeah, I feel pretty bad for the lab.

Midnight grew up beating up on a 95lb German Shepherd with a very dominant personality. So basically, taking on a 65lb WIMPY black lab is nothing. The poor dog is scared even of our "nice" cats, who don't randomly attack her and then refuse to let her near her food bowl/toy/whatever.

[kedrys]

17. I apologized to my neighbor for half an hour

We were all outside shooting the breeze when it happened right in front of us. The neighbor laughed it off, sponging the poor dog's truffle with a wet washcloth and explaining that he'd failed doggie obedience school twice already and was just a lovable dumbass. She was a really good sport about it, and the dog was okay after the bleeding stopped.

The episode is also notable for being the first time I'd ever really heard a cat growl. Gozer emitted this astonishing growl that sounded like it was coming from a foot underneath her. She weighed maybe 5 pounds, and sounded like something 20 times bigger. Totally lost on the dog, though. :rofl: