We was kids....
....and we always did the things kids did. No, that's not giving an excuse for what we did to our cat , cos I hate the beggars nowadays....

We had a black tom who was more of an outside cat than inside. Maybe that's why I liked him. He was cool - he never wanted to curl up on your lap, lie front of a nice warm fire, or wrap himself around your legs mewing incessantly demaning food. HE was no pussy - he was just rough and ready and there are so many times I recall him catching grasshoppers for food, eschewing the ready caught and skinned food (ie bought and opened tin of Whiskers). Come to think of it, I believe we didn't even gave him a name - it just seemed wrong to name an animal of the wild.

He would come for a vist for a few days and play with us kid like any normal cat - balls of wool, fake mice (hmm.. real mice too. HE brought them) tape on his paws, cut whiskers and all (OK, the last two are not fully true) and all then run off not to bee seen for a day or so.

One day he was home and inside but all he wanted was to be was outside, so he'd jump up on the armchair and out an opened window.

The first time we carried him back inside and took him into the kitchen he simply ran back into the adjoining lounge room, then up and out of the window.

The second time, we carried him down to the back bedroom. He then ran down the passage and up, out of the window. He ran quicker on each subsequent time we carried him back inside and down the hallway.

By around the eigth or ninth sortie...... We closed the window.

And do you know, it looked EXACTLY like those stuffed Garfield toys that you see (or at least USED to)stuck to car rear windows..!



No "length punnage" here.... even though my cat was no pussy.
(Sir Jester, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 3:00, Reply)