I once lived in a house with a cat that was dumb enough to MISS THE LITTER BOX IT WAS STANDING IN. Four paws in the box, the turd hit the kitchen floor, and then the dope started pawing the litter around like it was covering something.

I am a dog person (and I wouldn't let a dog run loose and unattended, either). If given the choice, I'd rather have rickets than a cat.

1- The cat didn't have to clean it up.
2- The cat didn't have to stand in crappy litter next time.
Who's dumb?:D

My cats are not feral by any realistic definition of the word. They domesticated. They simply like to go outside.

I like to go outside, and I'm domesticated and not feral.

So you say. ;)

El, I think we need to hear from the Mrs. on that one ...

As if you can't tell, I love cats. All three of my cats are indoor only cats and they are just fine. They never try to escape. Of course they like to look out the windows, but that's TV for them. I'd rather have them safe inside than have them outside facing cruel and abusive children, cars, weather and other animals. If they're not happy, then why are they so content?

They are biding their time. One day you're doing to wake up with your major tendons slashed and the cats feasting on your still-living body. Until then, have a nice day.

Ah. But don't forget Mr. Johnny Verbeck. ;)

Hm...and yet it doesn't seem as though they are on the list of "Evildoers" (and neither is the Klan...) :mad: Tsk...

OK, I'll bite, who's Johnny Verbeck?

Animals aren't capable of premeditated murder. Especially my cats. Animals will love you when you love them. It's really hard to imagine my sweet laid-back gray fluff of a cat a murdering psychopath.

That's what the mouse thought.;)

Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!!

I thought you'd never ask. Don't know where it came from originally, but it's now popular as a campfire song:

Mr. Johnny Verbeck

There was a little Dutch man, his name was Johnny Verbeck
He used to deal in sausages and sauerkraut and spec
He made the finest sausages that ever you did see.
Until the day that he worked out his sausage making machine.

Refrain:

Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck, how could you be so mean
I told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors' cats and dogs will never more be seen
They've all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck's machine

One day a little neighbor boy came walking through the door
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor
The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune
And all the sausages got up and danced around the room

[Refrain]

One day the meat inspector came a-knocking at the door,
He said, "I've come to check your shop, or give me money more!"
Now Johnny he got angry, and pushed him in the meat,
He fired up the ol' machine and now there's more to eat.

[Refrain]

One day the thing was broken, the darn thing wouldn't go
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside, to see what made it so
His wife, she had a nightmare a walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank an awful yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat

[Refrain]

Sweet lovable kitty cats.