The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Copper's cats are 8 months old. They live in urban cat heaven - i.e. back to back victorian terraces. They have collars and little ID tags. But they've not been allowed out yet...
Heh. My cats used to go out before I moved to Bristol. Unfortunately the introduction of busy roads and my own general gutlessness meant that they very quickly turned into house cats.
The only reall issue is how safe they're gonna be. If the local cat population is reasonably dense, then drivers will be used to seing cats around and they won't be a huge problem. Plus, they won't stray too far for territiorial reasons.
If they start going out, you'll never see them, they'll smell bad and they'll bring you presents. They also won't need an indoor litter tray which is a huge plus.
I have no doubt they will bring me presents and destroy all local wildlife. They spent a good few hours hunting a small buzzing insect in my room last night as I was trying to sleep. Fun fun fun.
I AM going to let them out. I just want to make sure Chester can negotiate a cat flap first...
Copp... think of the benefit... next time they're playing silly buggers around the bedroom, you could just evict them... through the bedroom window.
Personally, I never gave my cats a cat flap. They had to rely on me opening a window and/or door for them to get in and out. That way, I had a fair idea of where they were at any given time. I like to control them. They're my feline slaves.
quote: Originally posted by: ddvmor "Copp... think of the benefit... next time they're playing silly buggers around the bedroom, you could just evict them... through the bedroom window.
If I did that they would land on the street (with all the nasty cars). Not nice.
Santa justs wants me to experience the joys of mousehunting during CoH.
Esme tried to scratch it off, realised it wasn't going to happen, and within 5 minutes had returned to the serious business of being a cat and hunting insects.
Chester. Now let's have a think about how he coped with the new addition to his fur. He walked backwards for a good while (as if he could walk away from his own head), uttered a few pathetic whimpers at the injustice of it all and is now cowering away from me as if I have ripped his paws off.
Rochester always hated his collar. We kept finding him writhing on the floor with his jaw caught in it (despite doing it up properly, I might add). We gave up in the end.
Fine. The final cat flap is in place. The collars are on (properly this time, I didn't whip them off after 10 mins in fear of strangulation). I have given them a crash course in outdoor survival - leg it home if someone attempts to steal/attack/squash/feed you (Chester might have a particular problem with the last one), and plan to open said flap tonight.
I know you are all on tenderhooks waiting to see how my kitties liked freedom. They loved it!
They sniffed everything in the garden and then set out causing mayhem: Chester found a dead pigeon which I had to wrestle him for, Esme tried to attack next doors huge Ginger tomcat, and Chester ate some bluebells.
I made everyone eat outside, which they complained about (it was a bit chilly), to keep them company.
quote: Originally posted by: Lite "Um.. cats normaly lick flowers.. yours eat them?"
Gotta disagree there, lite. Ellie used to eat flowers all the time. Our local Indian is in the habit of handing akll the ladies in the part a rose on the way out - kinda tacky, but we always took one because Ellie loved them.
