Showing posts with label Funny Cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Funny Cat. Show all posts

Saturday, January 26, 2008


by Bud Herron, Columbus, Indiana, USA

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Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk --- dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisking it away.

I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary, the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace.

The time comes, however, when a man must face reality: when he must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez."

When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and head for the bathtub:

* Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)
* Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket.
* Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.
* Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule. If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in a product testing experiment for J.C. Penney.)
* Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life.
* Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record for cats is three latherings, so don't expect too much.)
* Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semipermanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with you foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.

In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.

You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath.

But at least now he smells a lot better.

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Editor's note:

* If you want to comment on this article, why not write direct to Bud Herron?
* He will be pleased to hear from you!
* He wrote this article as a newspaper column in 1984 when he was editor of the Daily Journal, a small daily newspaper on the south side of Indianapolis, Indiana.

* A cat always hits the litterbox.

* Better chance of training a cat.

* You never have to spend time with your cats mother.

* If you ask enough times, a cat may actually listen to you.

* You can de-claw a cat...Try to get a guy to trim his toenails.

* It's ok if a cat rubs up against your best friend.

* If a cat jumps into your lap, a little light petting will satisfy him.

* A cat knows your the key to his happiness... A man thinks he is.

1) Your human walks into the kitchen. What does this mean?

a) It's Hungry
b) It's Lost
c) You're Hungry

2) Your human puts down a bowl of food for you. Is this:

a) Supper
b) Something to keep you going til supper's ready
c) Inedible junk to be scorned in favor of what the human's got.


3) Your human removes you from
the top of the television.
Does this mean:

a) You're in trouble. Better not do it again.
b) Nothing. Humans do this from time to time.
c) The human wants to play, so climb up again to amuse it.


4) Staircases are for:

a) Getting up to the human's bedroom at 4am.
b) Lying in wait in the dark at the top of the stairs.
c) Walking down just slower than the human in front of it,
d) All of the above.

Answers: Most of the time, the correct answer is C.

by Catherine Sadler, Ramah, CO, USA

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VJ was hurting. His eye was injured and infected; his toe was injured and infected and there was a sore spot in the middle of his back. He remembered the fight with the fox; but he had gotten away with his life and left the fox hurting as well. But it was cold and he was hungry. During his flight he entered another neighborhood. He didn't know where to go for shelter or food.

Then he saw a human lady. She called softly to him, but he was wary and slunk away. Later he went back to hide in the bushes near the house. Lo and behold! There was a dish of delicious food waiting for him! He ate hungrily and bedded down in a box under the bushes. At dawn he left to explore the neighborhood. He kept going back to find more food and saw the lady again. She didn't threaten him; just talked softly. He was getting braver.

Then one day he didn't show up and the lady went looking for him for a few days. Finally she went to the local shelter and there he was! He had been picked up by the pound. But he was in sorry shape, adding kennel cough to his injuries. The lady came to him and talked again to him softly. This time he didn't shy away from her.

She gently took him out of the cage and took him to her vet. He went to sleep and when he woke up he felt woozy but didn't hurt. His eye had been removed and stitched shut and his toe also removed. He also felt tender under his tail. The lady took him to her home where it was warm and had a soft bed for him and wonderful food all the time. He became fat and happy.

One day the lady heard a ruckus outside and opened the door to see what it was. In streaked a small thin Tortishell with a fox on her heels! The door slammed in the fox's face and VJ had a companion. But she was very timid and shy. It didn't take long for her to find every hideyhole in the house. The lady named her Clouded Sky for her pale stormy colors.

Then the lady's mum came to live with them. She had a cat she had rescued from the streets many years ago. He was gray and white and named Professor Spats. (yes, he has spats!) The lady had to brush his long hair every day. Soon VJ wanted to be brushed. His hair was short and fawn colored but very dense. And the lady was very gentle around the tender spot on his back.

Then the lady's sister came with a present: a small black puppy named Cortez. The cats soon taught him his duties; to wit--guard the door and then entertain the people while the cats had their naps! They all got along famously and are still living happily ever after. And they never ever go outside.