No matter how huge the washer, you may not put cats in.

Teach 'em a lesson??

Fine, it's just for the freakin comforters that get puked on.

With 3 kittehs we couldn't survive without " dumb cat " its an enzyme cleaner and a oversized harmony washer.
The baby wet on my husbands pillow as well before he got his operation a good wash with dumb cat and a snip
At the vets ended all those issues thankfully . What is the attraction of pillows.?

Or iPads.

Betcha it'll hold a cat too.

My kitty Simba learned a valuable lesson a couple of weeks ago. If you're going to stand on the very narrow edge of the washing machine while it's filling, cuz you wanna watch the water going in or watch the clothes being thrown in, be very careful not to slip.

He didn't want to be dried off either.

Not long after we moved into our house, ten years ago, elderly calico kitty (not so elderly then, of course) was exploring the back yard. We have an in-ground swimming pool, at that time it had one of those solar blanket covers on it. Miss kitty was sniffing around the edge of the pool, when suddenly she decided it was a good idea to march into the pool, towards the middle of that warm solar blanket! Since the solar blanket was simply floating on top of the water, not secured to anything, she proceeded to slide rump-down into the water. Luckily I was only a foot away, and grabbed her before she went under. She then proceed to squim out of my arms, and run straight toward a patch of dirt, covering her back legs with mud! She had to get a bath then, and was most decidedly not happy! She did stay a respectful distance away from the pool after that, at least until the solar blanket disintegrated and had to be thrown out (and until she discovered how good the water tasted).

About 15 years ago, I was exiled in Sarasota, FL for about 7 months on a contract. Home is where the kitty is, so of course, my main squeeze and life sensei Valerie went with me. Except for a brief trip to the beach when I first moved to CA (which she positively did not like), she had never seen a body of water bigger than a bathtub.

I rented a house with a pool in a caged lanai (which means that it was in patio that was framed in like a porch but all covered in screen). She was an indoor-outdoor cat in CA, but she didn't know the area and we hoped the lanai would be enough outdoor for her. It was.

She was fairly suspicious of the pool initially, and then it became full-on fright when the "pool monster" ate my housemate Angela. Valerie was watching from the sliding glass door to the lanai as Angela was in the pool. Then she did a surface dive to the bottom, and Valerie booked it as fast as she could go into my bedroom and hid in the closet. It really must have looked like Angela had been gulped down. After that, there was a period when she wouldn't even come onto the lanai, other than a few feet, and whenever we splashed anything in the pool, it was back to the back of the closet.

And then slowly, she increased her courage and came out further on the lanai, and stayed longer. By the time we'd been there a month or so, she would lie along the edge of the pool, dangle her tail down into the water, and then flip water up onto the deck. She also would beg for us to pick her up and carry her as we walked around the shallow end. I think she was demonstrating her mastery of the pool monster. She never went in, but she was no longer fearful of it.

Valerie was the best cat ever. She had friends around the world and spoke multiple languages, and received more cards and presents at Christmas than I ever did. She was my sensei and best friend, and I still miss her.

((Ducky and life sensei))

Wanted to let you know what is going on with my darling Ellie Wyatt. He went missing for a couple of days and then came home with what I thought was an obviously broken back leg. He could not put any weight on it and was skinny as a rail so it was obvious that he had not eaten for days. With mine and my husband's schedules it was obvious that the best thing to do was to have DH take him to his friend Nicole who is a vet in Columbus County where DH teaches. This morning he went in and it turns out that he had a torn ligament and a dislocated knee. Apparently he has a birth defect where his knee dislocates and then reattaches itself. The ligament just has to have time to heal but the dislocation could be fixed under anesthesia. Nicole did that (and neutered him while he was under, man is he gonna be pissed when he figures that out). He is now home, still wonky with the anesthesia (he just fell in the sink), but hungry as hell (Nicole was worried that he would not want to eat thanks to the drugs she pumped into him), but he is now sleeping peacefully by the cat feeder I am assuming because he thinks he might be peckish when he wakes up. I have a bag full of meds to give him, including pain killers and glucosamine to sprinkle on his food to keep his joints happy. The only other recommendation was to watch his weight, as too much weight could affect his joints, and perhaps take him for an orthopedic consult to see if the knee problem could be solved with surgery, her recommendation was to wait for a couple of weeks and see how he does.

As I type he is right now licking his nether regions, you think he is going to notice that his balls are missing?

I think the second verb should be 'relocates' and still that's the weirdest thing I ever heard of with a cat.

Tell him you have no idea what in the world could have happened to them. "Wow, look! They're really gone! How about that!" or whatever Britties say.

It's perfectly OK to lie to your cat; you KNOW they'd lie to you if they could.

Don't pretend you didn't know they were up to something.

They say that like it's the cat's fault. What idiot would try to take anything out of a stray cat's mouth, much less a dead rat?

Ha! The "plausible deniability" defense.

Darwin award.

Henri 3, Le Vet

Ahem... viewtopic.php?f=12&t=6261&view=unread#p392634

Yeah, well, I did search but since you didn't type Henri in the body of your message, I didn't see it.

Maisy and I were just watching some cat videos together until she got freaked out by they cat dunking his head under the faucet.

I celebrated Independence Day by giving Kaiju the elderly calico cat her independence from being stinky. Yes, gramma got a bath. She's so old and wobbly that she frequently can't make it to the litterbox, and ends up getting covered in her own pee and sometimes worse. We've been washing her with a washcloth, but today it was time for the real thing. (and thank goodness we have nothing but hard floors, no carpeting in the house!!)

At first she didn't even cry or yowl, she just lounged in the warm water and let me wash her. And then...I smelled a smell. The smell that means gramma is going potty, right now. I grabbed her out of the water just in time and held her over the toilet to do her business. Then back into the water she went, for another scrubdown and rinse off. After toweling her off, I took her outside and let her lounge in the sun on the warm concrete by the pool. That part she liked, a lot. And now she can sit on Mr. K's lap and come to bed with us again, at least until she gets re-stinky.

Didja know cats will eat peanuts?

This neighborhood is full of cats and yesterday a young cat came by and ate the peanuts I had put out for the birds and squirrels. It is the second cat I have seen eat them. Poor things are so hungry...

But I can't start feeding them all, and I certainly can't take them in. I rescued the neighbor's cat that they abandoned when they moved. That is all I can do.

Catz do not like fireworks (conclusion drawn from convenience sample, N=2).

You can add my cat, N=3.

OMG -- N=9. In a few hours, I will have 3 burrowing under the covers or in the closet, and another 3 on the cat shelf outself hollering to get in with the others.

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