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What gives you the heebie-jeebies?

It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*

Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.

(, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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Not me, but the cat
My eldest mog, a very fluffy Maine Coon, is getting on for 12 now and is getting a bit creaky. She started passing blood in her pee yesterday (which she has generously deposited in various locations on the thankfully laminate/tiled floors)(just don't ask what my jeans look like).

Now, while going to the vets isn't exactly a blast for the old girl, the worst she's had done there in recent times has been claw trimming. However Emily takes things to extremes, and she's a hefty size. The vet is only referred to as 'the Gatehouse', not the 'V' word, or she's off and heading for the hills with the velocity of an amphetamine-addled cheetah.

If she can be barricaded inside one room, the sight of the cat carrier starts her circling the room at approximately waist height, a bit like a furry Harrier Jet.

If she then gets grabbed by the unlucky individual wearing full body armour, the normally placid and laid back furbag metamorphoses into something that would make a werewolf back off and stroll away, whistling nonchalantly.

All accompanied by an eerie yowling which one day will get the RSPCA called round to arrest us for bagpipe-torturing.

The other feline members of the osok establishment are recognised as complete and utter headbangers, but even they will quite happily* get scooped into the box, as they have worked out that the hurty thing will be made better.

So, to get the fluffy git made better (or recycled as slippers), we have to expose her to her greatest fear.

(She gets to piss all over me and rip flesh with no come-backs, so I think she's still on to a winner here)



*won't actually try to eat my eyeballs



**EDIT: Mrs Osok will be doing the deed while I'm safely at work. Result!**
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 10:47, 1 reply)
Spodge
Our cat mysteriously grows eight extra legs when presented with the cat carrier, all of which are braced around the 'door' in an effort to avoid incarceration therein.
(, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 11:53, closed)

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