Midday Palate Cleanser

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  1. Death by Cute…it is the time of year when we slake our feline masters’ thirst with our blood. (choice noms from our dinner plates will be acceptable substitutes )

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  2. Scottie says:

    Hello TG. Here in Florida Ron and I had a park model mobile home in our development we let my adoptive parents live in. When it was just my adoptive mother living there after the adoptive father died, she found outside her door a mother and three feral kittens she let into the home. She loved them. But it fell to me and Ron to take them to the vet. The mother was easy. The other two kittens were also not bad. But the jet black one was a different story. He was angry and scared. The day we went to get him we had gardening gloves on, and to tell the truth I had never seen a kitten walk across a ceiling before. It was a full 15 minute smack down cage fight I was not sure the two large humans were going to win. We ended up getting him, stuffing him as not to gently into the carrier as possible, and we took him to the vet to have him neutered. Even though I am totally against declawing after we released him back home I did have a minute or two to rethink that as when released he raced up my body, across my head, and back down my back with all four paw claw traction in full mode.
    The thing is the vet told us to never think of bringing him back, they named him evil, which I thought was appropriate but the adoptive mon named him Munster. Oh well! I am not one to talk, my oldest cat shares my pillow and if he feels he doesn’t have enough room I wake up to find my face on the bed. For an old cat the beast has some strong legs. Hugs

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    • julesmomcat says:

      Ahh, yes, Scottie; WE do not adopt cats. THEY adopt us! Ours own this place, and, kindly, let us pay the bills.

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    • MDavis says:

      We had one like that until she escaped, never to return. I called her “Zoey Bond, Secret Cat Double-Oh-Nine” but I couldn’t get anyone else to use the name. The vet just wrote down “Zoey” and called it good.
      At least she had been fixed when she escaped, so no kittens for her or us to deal with.
      Oh, and welding gloves or all leather work gloves reduce the damage as well.

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