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Now that I'm done wiping the tears from my eyes (way to go Fluffy! You were perfect in your starring role!) how about this weekend's question follow in the same vein? I know that can't be the only evil kitty story out there -

so how about it? Gotta story about a kitty gone bad? Maybe one about Cousin Flakey and the feline? The cat's meow or the cat's revenge? What has one of your perfect little angels in fur done to give a human the chills?

My two boys have always been angels... Pookey is carrying on that tradition. However, I did use a puppy to exact revenge once, story in the previous string with the hysterical White Cat With Green Eyes story...
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Tammy and Pookey
(Stanley 8/91 - 8/07)

Well I just wanted to start the string because I have a tale of Maggie kitty.

Maggie was the kitty in my life before Romeo. She was big boned, fat, and bossy. Wasn't willing to take crap from anyone.

I was dating Prince Notsocharming, a man with a cat of his own, a female named Larry whom he doted on. But he detested Maggie. Maggie returned the feeling.

One night I turned around to see the Prince pulling Maggie's tail. I was living in an old building that was only partially rehabbed - so I had a closed off gas fireplace in my bed room with a fantastic oak mantle piece. I used the fireplace as a backdrop to my bed.

the night he pulled Maggie's tail, I woke up to the sound of Maggie making her way from a couch, to a cabinet, to the mantle piece, where she sat for a long time.

Finally she jumped, all 17 lbs landing on the pillow, right in front of PrinceNotSoCharming's nose. He launched out of the bed screaming.

Maggie was smiling, I swear.

I love it, good job Maggie. I have another one. I made the terrible mistake of allowing a now former friend to move in here to share expenses after my hubby died. She was a big cat lover and some of mine liked her just fine but a couple could not stand her and one of them was Spottie and the other my soul cat, my late calico, Tabitha. If she spoke to Tabitha that cat would stick her nose and tail in the air and walk off, plainly saying do not talk to me, peasant. Now Spottie is special ed and who would have thought that he knew how to show displeasure in such a wonderful way. He usually loves everyone but not this person. One day she was sitting on my couch, just about all she ever did and I was in my recliner and we were watching TV. Spottie ambled in the room and looked around. Now I must tell you that Spottie doesn't clean his rear after using the box. His littermates usually do it for him, always have. Anyhow, he hopped up on the couch, looking at my roommate and then much to her pleasure actually hopped onto her lap.....she was so thrilled....he LIKED her....then he sat down on her leg and scooted his butt on her jeans, effectively cleaning his royal rear and leaving skid marks on her leg. He then hopped down and came over and curled up on my lap while I laughed hysterically and told her that she was his toilet paper. Snicker!!!!!!

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Tessa Onyx, Foudini, Charlee, Spottie, ShyRaven, Buddy, Tuxie, Widdle Attila Sipowitz, Lizzie, Minnie, ET, Mylo,(We be house cats at last), and Salem, Wicca and Marmalade (We iz also house cats, we guess)and the 5 porch kits also Riley da goggie and Buddha da baby hamster too
Tabitha and Samantha..always in our hearts//Fly free Penny 12/12/07
A house without cats is like a garden without flowers

Ewe, Spottie. Ick. LOL!!!
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Tammy and Pookey
(Stanley 8/91 - 8/07)

Oh yeah, got one of those. Had a police action in my neighbor hood one night several years ago. Complete with swat teams, helicoptors and police lying on the ground in front of my house hiding behind my trash cans with rifles pointed at the house where 2 gunmen were holded up after a robbery. Police had been to my door to warn me and to tell me to get my dogs out of the back yard and inside, which I had done and to lock all of my doors which I had also done. So I am sitting there in my bathroom quivering with fear and I hear a noise. The dogs bark, noise stops. Now I am home alone with the pets, the house is dark. Noise starts again, it is a weird scrapping sound....then slowly...ever so slowly I hear the closet door opening...my heart is pounding and I am looking frantically around for something to defend myself with as the door rolls open farther and dogs bark louder.....and out of the closet comes a little smart *** siamese......I wanted to hug her and choke her at the same time. Her name was Samantha and she is now at the bridge.

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Tessa Onyx, Foudini, Charlee, Spottie, ShyRaven, Buddy, Tuxie, Widdle Attila Sipowitz, Lizzie, Minnie, ET, Mylo,(We be house cats at last), and Salem, Wicca and Marmalade (We iz also house cats, we guess)and the 5 porch kits also Riley da goggie and Buddha da baby hamster too
Tabitha and Samantha..always in our hearts//Fly free Penny 12/12/07
A house without cats is like a garden without flowers

I was in my bathrobe not bathroom. I was actually in the living room next to the door that the little weasel cat came out of.
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Tessa Onyx, Foudini, Charlee, Spottie, ShyRaven, Buddy, Tuxie, Widdle Attila Sipowitz, Lizzie, Minnie, ET, Mylo,(We be house cats at last), and Salem, Wicca and Marmalade (We iz also house cats, we guess)and the 5 porch kits also Riley da goggie and Buddha da baby hamster too
Tabitha and Samantha..always in our hearts//Fly free Penny 12/12/07
A house without cats is like a garden without flowers