When animals attack...
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
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Cats are a bit mental really
My cat, Pod, is a bit stupid. Goes off different types of food then back on them regularly, can't work out how to get out of catflaps, sits by the fridge for hours if he knows there's chicken in it, the usual cat stuff, and of course I love the unfaithful, ungrateful, scrounging little dimwit like he was my own son. He's not one for having hissy fits apart from the odd short lived tantrum, however........ If for any reason I use bleach and don't wash every last trace of the smell off my hand then stroke him, the ears go back and a look of rage spreads across his little face and then it's kitten armageddon! Teeth, claws, the lot! The little fecker goes apeshit and rips my hand off and will NOT be calmed down by any of that "Shhhhh, there, there" nonsense which normally gets his toys back in the pram. Wouldn't change him for the world though, bless.
No apologies for length, first post, I'll ramble on as long as I want. Hooray for me.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 20:25, Reply)
My cat, Pod, is a bit stupid. Goes off different types of food then back on them regularly, can't work out how to get out of catflaps, sits by the fridge for hours if he knows there's chicken in it, the usual cat stuff, and of course I love the unfaithful, ungrateful, scrounging little dimwit like he was my own son. He's not one for having hissy fits apart from the odd short lived tantrum, however........ If for any reason I use bleach and don't wash every last trace of the smell off my hand then stroke him, the ears go back and a look of rage spreads across his little face and then it's kitten armageddon! Teeth, claws, the lot! The little fecker goes apeshit and rips my hand off and will NOT be calmed down by any of that "Shhhhh, there, there" nonsense which normally gets his toys back in the pram. Wouldn't change him for the world though, bless.
No apologies for length, first post, I'll ramble on as long as I want. Hooray for me.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 20:25, Reply)
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