Cat attack
We have lived in the same town centre for around 7 years now so have become quite used to a certain amount of stray/greedy cats lurking round outside our house. A few years ago there was a very cute stray that we nicknamed George, he was always getting rescued from cafes and shops and generally places where cats shouldn't really be. Now with me being the resident hippy I am always called upon to come deal with george, he has a collar and is healthy so we generally just take him out and let him go. If we see him in the street he generally acts quite pissed off and backs away.

Until one day we were nipping out to tesco and a very very thin looking george makes straight for me and promptly vomits some nasty looking gunge at my feet. We phoned the RSPCA who agree to come take a look if we keep hold of the cat. Otherhalf grabs cat carier, george runs in of his own free will and collapses (not good) so we decide to take him inside.

Now I have 2 very fat fluffy timid cats who woudn't say boo to a goose, Ronnie hides under the duvet if the door bell rings, is scared of pigeons and the person who feeds her while i'm away hasn't seen her ever in 5 years!

as soon as the two cats locked eyes I have never seen two more agressive beasts in all my life, my timid cat turned into the tasmanian devil and george who was on deaths door a minute ago was going mental in the cat box!!!! Fur was flying everywhere so otherhalf took the box back outside again to and I managed to control the hissing spitting ball of claws and teeth that used to be my cat. I'm covered in bites and scratches and so is he!!!!!

When the RSPC officer rang the door bell ronnie hid under to duvet and it turns out that the microchip in george thinks he's a doberman(no shit) still its nice to know my pansy assed cat could handle herself if she had too :)

sorry that was long winded
( flurokitty 3, 2, 1 lets jam! (+.[___]·:·), Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:29, Reply)