Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Kitteh's Revenge

Hello, Kitties!

In a radical departure from our usual practice, I am going to allow The Human to tell you a story as part of our friend Mr. Puddy's "Don't Mess with Your Kitty" collection. After the story, I *may* have a comment or two.
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On New Year's Day, 1990, only a few weeks after BooBoo crossed the Bridge at 19, Mr. Teeth turned up as a stray at my best friend's house in the South Bay where I was spending the holidays. They already had five cats, and I was momentarily catless, so it seemed natural that Mr. Teeth should fill the gaping hole in my life left when BooBoo departed. He was the Sweetest Boy Ever, a big, soft, gray bundle of love, about 10 months old.

Because he was so gentle and compliant, and because he always tried to dash out the front door, I decided he might be the perfect candidate for a leash. He took to it like a duck to water, and we began to take daily strolls around the neighborhood. (I met more neighbors than I had in the previous ten years, as he was apt to drop to the sidewalk, expose his belly and BEG for affection from any passerby).
I mean, just LOOK at him:
It all sounds idyllic--right?  Well, yes & no. I began to realize I was unknowingly creating a Monster. He took to standing by the front door, meowing loudly and insistently for his "walkies," even moments after we returned from the previous walk! He possessed a LOUD and DEEP voice and seldom tired of using it.

One day, I was, ahem, "doing my business" in the human litter box room, clothing puddled at my feet. The door was open, only feet from where Mr. Teeth stood, raging at the front door. My lack of response must have tipped him right over the edge, as he meandered into the bathroom, cocked his head at me, turned his back, wiggled his furry butt--and PEED on me: my ankles, my shoes and my clothing. Satisfied, he strolled out of the room and took up his station at the front door.

By the time I gathered my clothing and my wits, he had given up and was settling in for a nice snooze with his little sidekick, Clarkie. I spoke rather sternly to him, which did not prevent future wailing at the front door, though he never repeated that other particular offense. Perhaps he felt he'd made his point. . . or maybe I just remembered to close the bathroom door!
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So, Kitties, that's our story for today and purrsunally I think it's a darn good one. I haven't done this yet myself, but it's an idea I can add to my repertoire when the time seems right. Heh heh!

18 comments:

Angel Simba said...

OMC, what a story! That will be hard to top.

OKcats said...

Oh my COD!!! MOL!!!! That's awesome!!!!! No cat has ever peed on our mom. They have peed on THINGS while staring her right in the eye, but they have never peed on HER! Let us clarify that it's always been the boycats who have peed in inappropriate places (her words). We girls aren't that bad! Oh dear, your poor Human.... hahahahaha!!!!

Cathy Keisha said...

Hi BFF! Hats off to Mr. Teeth. Our Nicky used to sing by the back door to go out but he was, apparently, a namby-pamby. I gotta write my don't mess with the kitty blog.

Brian's Home Blog said...

Oh my goodness, that is quite a statement to make!!!

Summer at sparklecat.com said...

I would have liked Mr. Teeth very much!

The Florida Furkids said...

OMC that is a pretty good story! We think Mr Teeth had real style!!!

The Florida Furkids and Angel Sniffie

Shaggy and Scout said...

What a handsome mancat he was!!!
And a smart one too, using all the tools in the box to get his moms attention!
Scooby is insistent like that. He will pace back & forth meowing loudly demanding to go out.

Willow said...

Mr. Teeth sure knew how to get your Mom's attention through it sounds like he was just a lovebug that wanted a lot of friends.

P.S. To answer your question Spitty fursuit fits a bit looser and this allows an extra bit of flexibility.

ANGEL ABBYGRACE said...

Now that is the best "don't mess with your kitty" story we've heard!

purrs
>^,,^<
♥Abby♥

meowmeowmans said...

MOL. That is hysterical. Mr. Teeth sure set your mom straight!

Ivan from WMD said...

Ha ha ha ha! That was great! (I think the constant screaming taught my mom early on in Catdom that once you let a cat out, there is no end to it.)

The Island Cats said...

Well, Mr. Teeth really let your mom have it!!

Katnip Lounge said...

Mr. Teeth was the Master of Making a Statement!
We can only hope to aspire to such heights of irritation "expression".

Athena said...

MOL MOL! Mr. Teeth sure made his point!

Angel Prancer Pie said...

OMC! I don't think any of us kittehz haf efur done that! Mom might keel over!

Marg said...

Mr. Teeth, you were something else. That was quite the trick to get your way. Too funny. We have never have done that and we have a feeling we had better not do that. Great story. Hope you have a super week end. By the Way Spitty, please give your Mom a very nice headbump for us. She is a special lady.

Admiral Hestorb said...

i am typ[ing when i should not but OMC how hilarious!!!

Clooney said...

Oh theese one is a good one! (Hope Sir Spitfire isn't taking notes...)