Cat behaviour

[Doinmummy]

Why do I have to walk to the kitchen and stand by our cats food bowl while she eats? I open the door and she runs in, I step outside to get washing in and she will sit and wait by the door til I come back in and walk to the kitchen with her.

She also sits by the back door,meows to go out, I open the door and she thrns round and goes and sits on the sofa.

Anyone know why she does this?

Because she can!

She is training you!

she's showing you who is boss

doh. She is an excellent trainer, I didn't even realise I was being trained!

I once saw a statement that read "Many years ago people worshipped cats as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." Truth!

She must be laughing her socks off. Watching me get up, open back door, stand making puss-puss noises , give up, sit back down X 20 every night.

She's got you - join the club. Two Siamese and one Bengali running rings round us. To think we actually paid money for these slave drivers!

I expect you've all seen this before, I think it's hilarious and spot on!

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!



There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

I think I saw it once before - but it's well worth another read. Sometimes, you just catch one of the blighters looking at you in that way ........!

I wonder if we'd all get fat if we fitted cat flaps to every door in the house.

Can you imagine never having to get up again because the cat is the wrong side of the door again? mine can open the doors but still patiently waits for me to open them for him if he CBA.