So Smartass did not let Cherry45's pussy cat out when it clearly wanted out to take a sh**. (Cherry and I were not home at the time) So you want to know what a pissed off pussy cat dose when you don't let it out and it don't really like you much anyway? It took a dump in Smartasses bed!!!





Now that's one pussy I don't want to piss off

Damn cats!

I better add before someone else does. The first time the cat did it was about a year ago when my 9 YO daughter pestered him, he did it on her bed All in all he's been a good cat.

Quoted: All in all he's been a good cat.

A "good" cat would be outside.  

My wife tried to give my cat a bath when he was much younger....he was all claws and teeth over that.....when he got loose....he backed up to my wifes favorite pair of shoes and left a couple logs..

Quoted: Time to bring TBD back up for an attitude adjustment?

You leave my pussy alone!

Cats are the devil!!!

Quoted: Quoted: Time to bring TBD back up for an attitude adjustment? You leave my pussy alone!

Now, is that what you really want?

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Time to bring TBD back up for an attitude adjustment? You leave my pussy alone! Now, is that what you really want?

For 1GR and TBD to leave it alone?  What do you think?

Quoted: Cats are the devil!!!

nah...God made cats to remind us that humility is a virtue

Our cat has had a couple ass kickings administered for clawing at the carpet on the top riser. It seems to know better than to drop log in retalliation.

Excerpts from the journal of a cat.

Day 183 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat
dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and
the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Day 184 of my Captivity: my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they
were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an
attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced
myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat
I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

Day 185 of my captivity:There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise
and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was
due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to
my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog
is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a
half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and
speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to
his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait;
it is only a matter of time.

Quoted: Excerpts from the journal of a cat. Day 183 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Day 184 of my Captivity: my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. Day 185 of my captivity:There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.

Some Pissed Puddy Tats

Gibby, I think Cherry's cat holds it's anger in and lets it out where appropriate.