Facehugger cat and Nazi cat
When I was little we had a timeshare cat called Pickles. She belonged to our neighbours, who were out all day, so we'd often see her at out back door wanting in. After a few months she got in, and didn't leave for 10 years (the neighbours paid for all her shots and so on, and we got the kitty cuddles and cuteness).

Anyway, towards the end of her long life, Pickles turned into a grouchy old lady (she never stopped purring though). She was climbing the stairs one morning as my mum was leaning over to open the curtains. Pickles wasn't impressed at having her space invaded and went Alien on my mum, leaping up, hissing and wrapping her arms around her neck, growling. The first thing I heard that morning was "YOU BITCH! YOU BITCH!" *hissss* *thud* as the cat jumped off and ran down the stairs.

Poor Pix, she died a few years ago and we've had some visiting cats since then but she was the best cat ever. She once got hold of some cotton wool that had come in a chocolate box from some friends in Florida, holding some shells in place that they'd sent over for me. It was better than catnip - the next thing we knew she was bouncing off the walls and looking at us all with those manic eyes any cat owner knows can only mean trouble.

Around the same time as Pickles was around, I made friends with a massive black and white tomcat. His name was, as it turned out, Breville. Here he is:



Breville was - and I hope still is - a ridiculously friendly cat; he would leap out of bushes everywhere with a "miaaaoooow!" and then rub against you till he fell over and you tickled his tummy. I never saw him go for anyone, either, unlike any other cat I've ever known (the most violent thing he did was destroy my catnip bush by lying on it). He was the original softie and I often got asked to cat-sit him while his owners were away.

However, he had one party piece that cracked me up every time he did it. If he was sitting on a car or table and he saw you, but couldn't be bothered to get down to be stroked, he'd lift his right leg right up in the air and stretch it out. It looked for all the world like he was Sieg Heiling you.

This would be less funny were his owners not German teachers, with lots of friends coming over from Germany from time to time.
( Maladicta, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 16:14, Reply)