I've got a new little friend.

He started hanging around the garden about a week ago. He would mew constantly when I appeared but he shot off if I tried to approach him. He is wearing a collar with a tag, so someone thinks they own him.

A few days ago, I got a few of Joe's doggy treats and put them on the ground about ten feet from him and walked away. He came closer, sniffed and ate them, and then mewed for more, which he got, this carried on for a couple of days and then yesterday I approached with some treats in my open hand so he could see them. He still looked like he would bolt if I got my hand closer than a foot from him, so I put them on the ground, walked away and just stood there with a coffee, ignoring him, when he finished eating, he came to me and started rubbing his face on the bottom of my legs.

Now the little bugger won't leave me alone.

I've got a new little friend.

He started hanging around the garden about a week ago. He would mew constantly when I appeared but he shot off if I tried to approach him. He is wearing a collar with a tag, so someone thinks they own him.

A few days ago, I got a few of Joe's doggy treats and put them on the ground about ten feet from him and walked away. He came closer, sniffed and ate them, and then mewed for more, which he got, this carried on for a couple of days and then yesterday I approached with some treats in my open hand so he could see them. He still looked like he would bolt if I got my hand closer than a foot from him, so I put them on the ground, walked away and just stood there with a coffee, ignoring him, when he finished eating, he came to me and started rubbing his face on the bottom of my legs.

Now the little bugger won't leave me alone.

Looks like a rabies tag to me Thaddy

Yep, pretty sure it is, rabies is very rare in cats isn't it?

Still, it does mean that his real parents have taken care of him, and I really don't want him adopting me, Jing Joe has tolerated him so far, but he has already given me that 'can I eat it look' for which he got a firm 'no' warning.

I'll cut down on the treats a bit so he knows that I am not going to be an endless source of food, but still a friend.

lol, or not give him treats in the first place. Cats can spot a sucker a mile away

lol, or not give him treats in the first place. Cats can spot a sucker a mile away

Yeah, I know, it's that big eyed, sad ears, furry four legged thing they have going on, I fall for it every time....... bless 'em.

My nephew Frank who lived with us for a couple of years whilst my sister was renting a no pets house. He is about 12 (from a shelter so not 100% sure how old he is) he is a bit of a wimp who loves to be petted but who after a few minutes will turn nasty & try to bite you.

When my son was little Frank loved nothing more than curling up in his dinner seat. He is one strange cat.

lol, or not give him treats in the first place. Cats can spot a sucker a mile away

I got four cats and one dog.

Edited September 9, 201114 yr by PoorSucker

lol, or not give him treats in the first place. Cats can spot a sucker a mile away

I got four cats and one dog.

And a goat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SlFyBJ3Zpk

May the paws be with you! Jedi kittens with light sabres take the internet by storm

The Jedi Kittens strike back and are rapidly turning in to a major internet phenomenon.

Their YouTube videos are gathering hits faster than Darth Vader can draw his light sabre.

Edited September 19, 201114 yr by Boater

Nice one PS!

i know the feeling!

Mite get a smack in the ear for this.

Couldn't resist it...... he he he

I reckon I would rather have the dogs after me....

Poor Patsy, having all this crap tossed at her.

Now for my lil addition............

I always did like little, black pussy...

But from the expression on Boot's face I'm not so sure she likes me

Patsy hasn't been on-line at TVF for over a month now, anyone had contact with her via other methods recently?

Cat Lover or Not, this is Hysterical!

We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one:

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying.

On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.

Initially, the new acquisition was no problem

Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.

'Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.'

'You know where the button is,' I protested through the shower pitter-pa tter and steam. 'Reset it yourself!'

'But I'm scared!' she persisted. 'What if it starts going and sucks me in?'

There was a meaningful pause and then, 'C'mon, it'll only take you a second.'

So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behaviour as extremely cowardly.

Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.

Wild animals are sometimes faced with a 'fight or flight' syndrome. Men, in this predicament, choose only the 'flight' option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.

The impact knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me.

Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of 'been-there, done-that' paramedics.

Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter......and not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.

'What's the matter?' They all asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'

If they only knew!

Why is it that only the women laugh at this?