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Post by medibot on Feb 6, 2007 16:51:08 GMT
I sh*t you not... The cat in my garden was as near as makes no difference to singing today ;D ;D
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Post by malxscfc on Feb 7, 2007 0:52:48 GMT
Was he/she a 'Birman'? [Mid-sized, fluffy, black & tan coloured bundle of joy??] I never liked cats until (aged 20 ) I met a friend's pair of Birmans; called "Holmes & Moriarty"; and Moriarty would regularly pop down to his preferred pulpit on the edge of the lawn and give us an aria or two, of a warm summer evening. Could last for half an hour on a particularly joyous occasion. A quality cat, and no mistake. One thought though. I once entertained a manic cat - a total stranger - who meowled and was ludicrously amiable to me, for no apparent reason [as all my friends would tell you...], but could not settle. I have no proof, but hindsight assures me that the poor little beggar had been doped by someone. Was as high as a kite, and couldn't help its state. Lucky bastard.
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Post by medibot on Feb 7, 2007 4:42:52 GMT
I don't know. I have at least three or four regular cats and two dogs in the back garden throughout the week but i can't recall one like that. I always have the window open so i hear everything but i can't always be bothered to look which was the case with the singing cat today so who knows
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Post by Giggy of Telford on Feb 7, 2007 13:32:28 GMT
We have a cat, his name is Max and he spends a lot of time sleeping but can go crazy in an instant, he is however very friendly towards people and oddly enough towards other cats - unless you give them a fuss, then he gets jealous.
He's not the brigest bulb on the tree thoug and is easily scared. He doesn't trust the tv as last time he looked at it teletext was on, he put his paws on the vcr so he could stare up close at the tv, then the page suddenly changed, he hasn't looked at it since. He also was terrified of the first ever Christmas tree he saw and ran out of the living room and didn't want to go back in until it had gone, he's still weary of them to this day.
He's calmed down since then (we got him in 2002), he was a rescued cat who had been hit by a car. He still has mad moments though and will venture outside as and when it suits him, he's currently in my parents room basking in the sunshine.
We get several cats come into the garden but Max puts up with most of them, right now I can see one out my window that I've never seen before, a fairly large dark coloured one that seems to be looking for birds. They may be attracted more as we now have 6 guineapigs, originally two when we were told they were both boys, next thing we knew there were 6, though the 4 boys are now seperated from the 2 girls to make sure it doesn't happen again.
As for singing animals there is Dad's treefrog that once seemed to start singing (which is the only time I've heard it make any real sound).......overall that makes......8 pets......
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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Feb 7, 2007 15:00:00 GMT
I sh*t you not... The cat in my garden was as near as makes no difference to singing today ;D ;D You spend far too much time in certain hostelries for the good of your health sir! Detox time?? ;D
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Post by peekay on Feb 7, 2007 18:18:23 GMT
There are 2 tabbies who live across the road from us but spend more of their time at the next door neighbours' house. Unfortunately for us they pass through our front garden on the way, usually leaving large piles of poo for us to clean up. One of these days I am going to set the dog on them.
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Post by medibot on Feb 7, 2007 21:32:10 GMT
I sh*t you not... The cat in my garden was as near as makes no difference to singing today ;D ;D You spend far too much time in certain hostelries for the good of your health sir! Detox time?? ;D Not until after Dorchester!
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Post by malxscfc on Feb 8, 2007 16:16:45 GMT
There are pepper-based cat repellents you can buy, Peekay, but I suspect they're fairly ineffectual.
Some day they will get round to doing serious studies on cat allergens etc. Given that catnip makes some of them go potty, I imagine cats are especially susceptible to chemicals around them, fussy creatures that they are.
Giggy, how does Max react to catnip? Mad as a snake?
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Post by peekay on Feb 8, 2007 18:02:04 GMT
We have a tin of something called Renardine (I think) at home. You pour a little onto a rag or small bundle of twigs. It works for a few days until it rains (which it does frequently 'round here).
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Post by Giggy of Telford on Feb 8, 2007 19:37:06 GMT
There are pepper-based cat repellents you can buy, Peekay, but I suspect they're fairly ineffectual. Some day they will get round to doing serious studies on cat allergens etc. Given that catnip makes some of them go potty, I imagine cats are especially susceptible to chemicals around them, fussy creatures that they are. Giggy, how does Max react to catnip? Mad as a snake? When he gets close enough to it, though he's often mad enough to begin with so it isn't worth the risk! Then again there was also the case of the cat-nip mouse toy we got him.....he was scared of it.... If trying to keep them away Peekay, cat's don't like citrus fruits, put down a bit of orange peel and that's normally enough to make them keep their distance apparently. We've never tried it but I've read/heard it in several places.
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Post by ambersalamander on Feb 8, 2007 20:39:26 GMT
Birmans? Black and tan? Birmans are basically long-haired Siamese with white feet. They come in lots of colours for the "points" (face, ears, legs and tail) though. We had one at my last place in Brighton, called "Winnie" (it was short for her hideous pedigree name, which was "Winnertakes Itall"- ugh) and she was honesty -and I say this as a fully-fledged cat lover- the most boring creature I have ever met in my life.
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Post by malxscfc on Feb 8, 2007 22:00:19 GMT
Birmans? Black and tan? Birmans are basically long-haired Siamese with white feet. They come in lots of colours for the "points" (face, ears, legs and tail) though. We had one at my last place in Brighton, called "Winnie" (it was short for her hideous pedigree name, which was "Winnertakes Itall"- ugh) and she was honesty -and I say this as a fully-fledged cat lover- the most boring creature I have ever met in my life. Sorry you think they're so birman awful... It's a while since I saw a Birman, but they were mostly brown [tan/beige, whatever] with their {new word for me} points much darker. Maybe just darker brown, not black. They were gorgeous great fluffy smile-inducers, even if they weren't likely to set the world on fire...... except Moriarty at Covent Garden or La Scala, perhaps!
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Post by bh on Feb 9, 2007 9:57:23 GMT
I used to absolutely detest cats, taking after my father. Until the kids decided they wanted one. The wife heard of this woman whose cat had a litter and we gained a kitten.
This little thing was about 5 inches long and as skinny as a rake. As soon as she saw me she shot under the table and wouldn't come out! I immediately named her Heidi! Amazingly Heidi decided to befriend me. For the first time a cat actually like me, and yes I liked her!
One of the reasons I liked her was that she turned out as potty as I am. She'd run from one end of the room to the other at full pelt, crash into the wall then run to the other side and crash into that. She also liked to chase her tail, a thing that I've only ever associated with dogs, she liked to chase and catch flies or bees, and her favorite moths! She'd jump as high as she could, which was quite high and nine times out of ten miss the target. I've never met a madder animal, totally barmy.
I remember on one occasion the family were having a barbecue in our garden. There we were happily cooking the food on the barbi, when we heard a rustling noise for behind the six foot high fence which is between us and a school behind our house. We then heard a scratching sound which sounded like Heidi climbing up the fence, and a sort of desperate flapping sound. Now Heidi had not grown much since she was a kitten, she was still only about seven inches long and weighed virtually nothing. So you can imagine our shock when we saw that she was joining the party and bringing her own food, a huge live pigeon, which she'd caught and had dragged up the side of a six foot fence, while it was still flapping away!! Enormous strength for such a little creature!!
Another thing she used to do. She'd be sitting on the settee, looking asleep, then all of a sudden her ears would prick up. Zoom she'd be gone, straight to the front door. I'd let her out, and a few minutes later the wife would drive up in her car, the cat knew she was on her way, and had gone to met her. No matter what time of day or night, no matter where she was, or what she was doing, she'd be at the front gate to meet he, amazing.
Unfortunately she disappeared. We called her for her dinner one evening, again she usually came from wherever she was home as soon as her food hit her plate. This night she never turned up, and we've never seen her since.
We never replaced her because she was irreplaceable, I'll never forget the first cat I ever liked and she like me.
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Post by ambersalamander on Feb 9, 2007 15:03:55 GMT
awwwwww!!! that's really sad. I normally like Birmans Malx, it was just Winnie who was rubbish!
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Post by bh on Feb 9, 2007 16:25:51 GMT
I know...........
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