Pets of the UMA: the Beast Corps

[Hepcat]

The MAN says I have to share my Halloween haul with Deuce and Cowboy this year:

[CreepysFan]

The MAN says I have to share my Halloween haul with Deuce and Cowboy this year:

   

I see Cowboy passed on all the minor stuff, and took the chocolate bar.  Nice friend.   

[Hepcat]

And it's not only the Oh Henry bars that are all gone now, but they've cleaned me out of the Mr. Bigs as well!

[Haunted hearse]

And it's not only the Oh Henry bars that are all gone now, but they've cleaned me out of the Mr. Bigs as well!

Be grateful for your greedy pals.  Chocolate isn't good for you kitties, they may have spared you some serious health risks.

[Hepcat]

Hmmmppphhfff!! That's what The MAN's been saying too.

[Anton Phibes]

This is one of my favorite threads in the forum. I will update "Charcoal's" photo soon. Promise.

[Splitty]

The MAN says I have to share my Halloween haul with Deuce and Cowboy this year...

Cats love to 'help'.  I'm sure they were just concerned that you'd get sick from eating too much candy yourself.  Why, my cat thought 2 hot dogs would be too much for me, as I discovered when I re-entered the room and found one had mysteriously levitated off my plate onto the counter.

What may look like an ordinary cat in these pictures is actually a crack trained at.  And by trained, I of course mean when he really really wants to because he's bored.
I have accidentally trained my cat to 'Roll Over', both with voice commands, mere movement of my hand, or just upon approach.  This comes from me having a fondness of just pushing him over, which is great fun for me because there's this satisfying 'PLOP', kind of like cow tipping. I would do this often, just walk up to him and push him over.  He would go limp and just stay pushed over.

NOW all I have to do is one of three things.  If I'm sitting there (even a far distance) and he's looking at me, I just hold my hand up like Moses parting the waters, and he just plops over.

If he's sitting on the floor and I walk in a room and start to approach him, he plops over for me, so I don't have to go through the exausting effort.

And recently discovered, if I'm sitting there he looks at me like 'what should I do what should I do I'm bored?' and I look at him and say 'why dontcha ROLL OVER?', he does.

hee hee



He has dandruff.

[CreepysFan]

What may look like an ordinary cat in these pictures is actually a crack trained at. 

   

A crack trained cat ?  I use catnip myself.   

   

  Sounds like you have a really smart kitty there Splitty,and a beautiful one at that.  My four kitties don't do tricks, they just look at me like I'm there to amuse them.

[Hepcat]

What may look like an ordinary cat in these pictures is actually a crack trained cat.

Oh and such a handsome fellow too!

[Street Worm]

King Of the Mountain!

[Hepcat]

Deuce and Cowboy hanging out at the bar:

[Flower]

I guess that they were thirsty .. love the swinging tails.

[Count_Zirock]

We had an albino Persian mix, Fluffy, that loved running water. She didn't drink from it, just liked to bat at it with her paws. I've got a picture of her doing it, somewhere.

Meanwhile, hard to believe little Bella's now 14 months old!

[Hepcat]

Cowboy taking an afternoon siesta:

[Splitty]

---awwww. Perfect sized bed for them, they think.

Hee hee, it's amazing how a fur-covered face with no discernible muscles can convey such emotional expressions.

Whenever I have people over, and we're standing in a group talking, kitty runs in and sits at the feet, following the conversation back and forth (like he's desperately trying to understand), then he meows in a chatty fashion, joining in the conversation. At which point he's the center of attention, which was his aim all along.

However, I very rarely talk on the phone. I was on the phone in a boisterous conversation with my sister, loudly guffawing, agreeing, etc.  I turn and look in the doorway, and there is kitty with VERY LARGE alarmed and quite confused eyes, staring at me worringly.

He was coming to join in the conversation, but I was talking to myself. There was nobody else there.

Little fuzzy brain computed and was concerned.