Posted on 03/12/2014 2:11:48 AM PDT by grundle
Give that feral infant fighting feline a chicken bullion bath and take him coyote hunting.....that will take the aggression right out of him.
No doubt the 7 month child provoked this cat. The infant was racist against Himalayan rappers who are trying to just get a job in a society run by stupid humans who don’t even know how to pump their own fuel at the gas stations in Oregon ......
Bottom line....kitty went nuts and got kicked in the nuts by owners who are nuts and have no nuts by calling dispatchers who deployed more nuts who specialize in handling nuts........ Whole thang is just nuts IMO.
Again, just my opinion....
Exactly. Some people are terrible with cats—teasing them, playing too rough, ‘disciplining’ them, etc.
I wonder if the cat's name is something like Tyrone or Javon. The sad thing is that the cat was just getting it's life together....
In that video the cat looks scared. Feel sorry for the little fella, prolly gonna put it asleep.
What’s next?
Caller: THERE’S A SPIDER IN BATHROOM! WE’RE TRAPPED!
911 Operator: Sir, are you some kind of faggot?
Vat kind of works, too.
[Holding the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch]
King Arthur: How does it... um... how does it work?
Sir Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
King Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments!
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one.
Cleric: [reading] And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, “O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.” And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths, and carp and anchovies, and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit-bats and large chu...
Brother Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother...
Cleric: And the Lord spake, saying, “First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.
Brother Maynard: Amen.
All: Amen.
King Arthur: Right. One... two... five!
Sir Galahad: Three, sir!
King Arthur: Three!
Inhaling too much hairspray & ingesting too many bad plastic chemicals. We could throw in tofu too.
You never met my first ex.
“I wonder if the cat’s name is something like Tyrone or Javon. The sad thing is that the cat was just getting it’s life together....”
Are you asking if it was a black cat?
I got my Maine Coon, Abby, when her owner had to give up her and her brother due to health problems. Abby and I fought for 2 weeks, I sorta won, went to work with bite marks and starches on my forearms and hands. We finally declared a truce till my wife showed up in my life. Abby became a little jealous and would sneak up and bite her and run off. I got calls at work telling me I am going to throw your damned cat out the window, I would tell her you need to get higher, a second story fall won’t do it.
We all get along very well these days with the exception of vet visits when the old Abby emerges and teaches the vet a fecal is out of the question.
Back when I was a teen my GF had a black siamese that was mean as hell and would attack people who annoyed it. After my 3rd trip to the house my presence annoyed it and came lunging at me as I walked through the living room. Instinctively cat met foot and it landed against the wall behind the couch. Gave me a wide berth after that.
wow what a man
The preliminary to her getting into the pet taxi for a trip to the vet is the only time we and our cat have a "failure to communicate." That is a moment when we understand why felines of bobcat size and up are not to be trifled with.
Mr. niteowl77
hehe
That cute little kitty in your house would torture and eat you if it could!
While this is kinda funny and does seem to put this guy into the pajama boy cat-o-gory....
A friend of mine had his cat freak out. It tore into his hand, biting it and refusing to let go. As he attempted to pry it off the cat wrapped itself around his arm and began to scratch, deeply. He eventually got the cat loose and ended up with many stitches and a nicked tendon in his hand.
Animal control had to extract the cat from the house and was put down.
-— Okay,let’s relax and have a double latte mocha cappuccino whey! -—
Just make sure it’s decaf.
what is this vat people keep mentioning
these dope probably were mean to the cat and maybe baby pulled its tail or was laying on cat
I love that movie!
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