I'm so mean to my cat.

[ohsobitter]

One of my all time favorite things to do is scare the crap out of my cats! Most of them have caught on, but the dog on the other hand NEVER expects it.

[Skelly]

My cats don't get to go outside. Girl is fine with that. Boy, not so much.

That cat is HUGE. Just what the hell goes in his food bowl? Raw bull testicles? Radioactive horse stereoids? Mutant Growth Hormone? I must know, since I want a huge cat one day . It will be my guard kitteh .

[Sliceanddice]

*looks at the pic, reads peoples reactions....*

dude my lightest cat is 18 pounds the heaviest fat mama is about 22....


and i would do the same thing you did plaid

[BookstoreEscapee]

One of my all time favorite things to do is scare the crap out of my cats! Most of them have caught on, but the dog on the other hand NEVER expects it.

Girl is afraid of everything. Scaring her is no fun. (The trick with her is getting close enough to pet her without scaring her!)

That cat is HUGE. Just what the hell goes in his food bowl? Raw bull testicles? Radioactive horse stereoids? Mutant Growth Hormone? I must know, since I want a huge cat one day . It will be my guard kitteh .

Same thing that goes into his sister's bowl. (It's the same bowl.) They have dry food available all the time and get wet food once a day. Maybe when I go over there today I'll try to weigh them. Just for the record.

He's not nearly as big as my aunt's marmie cat. He had to be over 20 pounds. I nearly hurt myself once trying to pull him out from under the bed (in the room where the coats go when they have parties; he wasn't supposed to be in there but he was too quick for me). He died recently.

I'll have to find one of girl as an adult. Here's some baby pictures I already have attached in other threads (gotta clean out my attachments before I can post more):
babies
babies drinking
7 weeks
more babies

Gray girl is Stars, striped boy is Stripes (hey, he was named by a 10-year-old)

Edit: I tried to weigh him, with that tried and true method of standing on the scale with him then putting him down and seeing how much weight I lose...but it's a digital scale and it refused to settle on a number. First read puts him at about 15 pounds...but then again he could be 40 as far as the scale is concerned. Girl is hiding under the bed so no weighing her.

[lordlundar]

Put him in a mesh bag and hang him from a hanging scale. You'll have roughly 30 seconds before he gets through the bag and takes your face off.

[Skelly]

Then the answer is obvious - he's doing stereoids and hitting the gym while you're not watching. I bet he does catnip as well .

[Sliceanddice]

lol i still say the cat in the picture is small and you guys are crazy

this is a big kitty



i should point out the space hes in? is about 10 inches to a foot high and hers about 3 and half feel long all stretched out.

[Whiskey]

i should point out the space hes in? is about 10 inches to a foot high and hers about 3 and half feel long all stretched out.

my cat managed to cram his fat ass into my silverware drawer. I shut it walking through the kitchen, not knowing he was in there, and five minutes of frantic meowing later..

(facepalm)

[KiaKat]

my cat managed to cram his fat ass into my silverware drawer. I shut it walking through the kitchen, not knowing he was in there, and five minutes of frantic meowing later..

(facepalm)

Mine do that with dresser drawers.

My clothes are covered in cat hair. Even the clean clothes that get put away immediately.

[Sunsetsky]

Ha! That's pretty funny. Some cats are pretty amusing when startled. I have snuck up on my Isis before when she was very intent on looking at something outside. I like to sneak up behind and her tap her gently on her back and she flies straight up into the air.

One funny story was when she was a kitten, I was getting ready for work and I t turned around to find her in mid flight (vertical) heading right towards me (she was pretty high off the ground too). She smacked into me and fell to the ground and took off running. She's a pretty small cat though. She's only about 8 pounds. My fiance's cat is around 12 or 13.

[Becks]

My boy, Hetfield, weighs...let me try to remember...about 14 lbs.

He sleeps a lot. And he's neutered. <------------I think that has a lot to do with it.

[KiaKat]

Both of mine are 12-14 lbs depending on various factors. Sarai the Fuzzbutt is a scrawny thing, but is still bigger than her sister, Athena the Chunkbutt.

[Fire_on_High]

We always get folks who comment on how "huge" our raggie mix is...honey she's 11 lbs, she's the peanut of the lot! Even with the fluff adding to her apparent size, she only looks huge til you see her next to any of the others...Inky with the proportions (and facial structure) of a cheetah, his brother Murloc, who's just plain big, or Kelli the Maine Coon mix.

[ohsobitter]

I have a grey cat that looks similar to Stripes. At about that same age he went missing. I hadn't opened a door yet, so I knew he hadn't snuck outside. After about 15 minutes of frantic searching, I was ready for another beer. Low & Behold, he was sitting on the shelf in the fridge. How the HELL that cat got into the fridge in the time it took to get a beer out I'll never know, but he's just lucky I'm a fast drinker!

We used to have a cat that weighed in at 26 lbs. Meryl ruled the house, walked around like a bulldog. I think our biggest cat in weight is about 15lbs, but all muscle. I should find some pix of all the furbabies and post them. We're one of those, find a cat, keep a cat families. What's one more??? Most of ours were abandoned or feral. Poor dog too, but she's completely my husband's dog, so she's happy with all the cats.

[BookstoreEscapee]

Then the answer is obvious - he's doing stereoids and hitting the gym while you're not watching. I bet he does catnip as well .

Well if he's into the 'nip he hides it well when we actually give it to him. Neither one of them reacts much to it.

My clothes are covered in cat hair. Even the clean clothes that get put away immediately.

I don't even live with them and my clean clothes have cat hair on them.

I have a grey cat that looks similar to Stripes. At about that same age he went missing. I hadn't opened a door yet, so I knew he hadn't snuck outside. After about 15 minutes of frantic searching, I was ready for another beer. Low & Behold, he was sitting on the shelf in the fridge. How the HELL that cat got into the fridge in the time it took to get a beer out I'll never know, but he's just lucky I'm a fast drinker!

Stripes got into the freezer, third shelf from the bottom (it's a side-by-side fridge/freezer), when he was still a kitten. My parents had friends over, and they went to walk them out just after my mom put some dessert stuff away. I saw Stars in the living room and I was looking around for Stripes to make sure he didn't get out. Didn't see him anywhere, but then I heard a thud coming from the kitchen. Went in...didn't see him...heard it again, then a meow, coming from the direction of the fridge. I looked in the pantry cabinet that's right next to it, becuase when they were little they liked to explore in there, and the door doesn't latch so we would just close it on them and they would come out whenever they were ready. Then I heard it again and opened the freezer, and he came tumbling out. Luckily he could only have been in there a few minutes. He never did that again.

Another time we were looking for him and my dad (the one who "hates cats") was the one getting all frantic at the thought that he had gotten outside ("if he's outside he's dead! he'll never survive a fight with the neighborhood cats! he's not coming back!!*). After about 15 minutes I finally opened one of the linen closet doors (the one where they keep the extra blankets and pillows and stuff, so it doesn't get opened much) and he had been on a pillow on the floor under the bottom shelf. I guess he found himself stuck in there and decided to take a nap.

The one time we "lost" Stars she turned out to be under my dad's workbench in the back room of the basement, which has a bottom shelf that is only about 6 inches off the floor.

*oddly enough, the one time he did get out for an extended period of time (over night) my dad looked out at about 5 in the morning, and he was on the porch with one of the neighborhood cats. Apparently he made himself a friend. Then they ran off again when he opened the door. He came back a few hours later and bolted for the food bowl. He stayed away from the door for a while after that.