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I think one of the reasons you see more cat stories vs dog stories is that most of the cat stories don't have a whole lot of serious injuries in them (well, except for TS's story) and the injuries that occur can mostly be laughed off because of the reasons they came about. Most of the really bad dog stories I know of involving someone getting seriously hurt, or almost so - IE, my brother in law had to have his German Shepard put to sleep after it attacked his son - something not funny at all, when he was faced with his son either getting badly hurt, possibly killed, or losing the pet because it had become vicious. Yep, I've heard a lot more cat injury stories, but never a cat causing someone's death story, where as I've heard more than few cases of dogs killing someone.

 

Oh yeah? Well cats lay on your chest and steal your breath while you sleep, killing folks - especially kids! ::P:

 

Just kidding, but that did make me think of that old wive's tale... :poke:

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Ok small redirect here I don't think anyone wants to hear or tell horror stories about mangled limbs and such... Keep it like" I remember the time our neighbor's dog climbed up on a table and ate an entire tray of cupcakes, paper holders and all!" Made for 2 days of colorful dog doody :) That's a true story too :blush:

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Ok small redirect here I don't think anyone wants to hear or tell horror stories about mangled limbs and such... Keep it like" I remember the time our neighbor's dog climbed up on a table and ate an entire tray of cupcakes, paper holders and all!" Made for 2 days of colorful dog doody :) That's a true story too :blush:

That was kind of my point - cat "manglings" happen all the time and usually result in only minor injuries. Dog manglings frequently end in ugliness no one likes to talk about. So it's natural we'll see more cat stories involving injury than we will dog stories.

 

I've got cats, and I have stories about them, but they've never really been that bad. My sister, though, had a cat that I called Lucy - short for Lucifer (her name was supposed to be Admiral - she was no admiral). The cat didnt' particularly like men or people she didn't know - she'd jump and hiss at them. I'd just bat her away, didn't bother me at all, particularly since she was declawed.

 

So my sister's out visiting me in CA when she gets a frantic call from the girl house and cat sitting for her. Seems Lucy has this girl "trapped" in the master bedroom - Lucy was standing by the door and wouldn't let her out of the bedroom - hissing and spitting. The sitter had been stuck there for a half an hour before she called my sister out of desperation - she was scared to walk past this tiny 8 pound cat who was being so ferocious. My sisters first words were "Um, you do know she's declawed, right?"

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Ok, hell pets. My grandmother had a house cat that was actually 1/2 wild bobcat, 28 pounds of pure evil right there. He bit through lots of fingers and hands in his time, jumped me when I was young, I think he was on the FBI's 10 most wanted list for a few weeks. I've had both my ears pierced by dogs, two different ones bit through my ears at different times. 220 pound Newfoundland that used to sleep across my chest (trying breathing then) and would try to eat my cat in one gulp, thought he was a lap dog too. My 18 year old cat (right there is hell, she is grumpy) used to knock things off my waterbeds headboard on to my head in the morning to wake me up. I have scars from when I tried to stand up and she didn't want me to, four dots on my hip. Multiple bites and stings from tarantulas, scorpions, various lizards and turtles.

 

The best is coming home and finding the canary cage on the floor with no canary in it, a few feathers around it, but not knowing which of the 6 cats ate it :angry: Still don't know.

 

Second best is my mom had dwarf hamster , the ones that are like 2 inches long fully grown. Pretty friendly, I petted it when i would feed it and change it's litter. One day I go to pet the little %^^&$ and he attached to my finger using his teeth, so my reaction was to yank my hand from his grasp. Well he came with my hand till it was fully extended above my head, at which point he let go and flew across my moms room and landed on her bed and scampered off. I found him ten mins later under her pillow.

 

My Iguana thought my moms finger was food and took a large chunk out of it, still has the scar.

 

I had over 120 mice at one point (started with 4), I know how many I had because I counted them while cleaning the cages that day. They llived in a giant habitrail setup, 14 different buildings linked by all the tubes. I forgot to reattach one tube when doing the cleaning, I found 118 of them about my bedroom that day, still don't know what happened to the other two, but I'm betting cats.

 

Mom threw a cat into the shower with me, said it needed a bath, I needed stitches afterward :blink:

 

Guess some of these aren't hell, but they are kinda funny, kinda painful.

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Notice the huge ratio of cat stories vs. dog stories?
Dog bites someone is not news, it is not a good thing, but neither is it unusual. Your dog meets someone new, you are going to keep an eye out for any sign of trouble and get the dog the hell out of there if it looks like there will be trouble. If a dog so much as growls at or menacingly approaches someone, the owner usually is already doing something to make sure nothing happens. Cats, while equipped with claws and fangs and neurotic disposition, are generally viewed as 'Mostly Harmless'. A cat that wants to can usually get right up to the target before it attacks.
Man, I hate cats. Sorry folks, I know there are a lot of cat lovers here, but I can't stand the little...
I love cats, but I have seen enough of thier behavoir not to fault those who can not stand them them.
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The best is coming home and finding the canary cage on the floor with no canary in it, a few feathers around it, but not knowing which of the 6 cats ate it :angry: Still don't know.
you left 6 cats alone in a house with a caged canary? Have you never seen Loony Toons? :rock: You were lucky to still have the house standing!
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Yah, I lurve most all critters. I've got dogs & cats... would keep horses if I had the time, land, money... would keep fish if I had the time (cats & fish are fun)... and pity those that don't know enough to read the "signs" of an animal. Lizards, sure. Snakes, sure. Exotic animals, probably not because I don't know the "signs" of 'em...

 

Skunks, Coons, and Possum... on the other side of the fence is preferred since we've got high rabies incidents in town. but I know how to safely manage all of 'em (Skunk: just move away and/or around. Coons: loud noises & brooms and room for them to escape without getting closer to ya. Possum: leave and make noise from a distance. Far enough that they want to leave, but not so close that they play possum).

 

Foxes & Coyotes... usually too shy... never had to shoo one yet...

 

Poisonous snakes... avoid; Except for that "jump over the water moccasin 4 times incident" ... but that was an accident, we were creek walking and didn't see it. The 4th jump is when I saw it and it was NOT happy... never kept my eyes off the ground again (while near creeks)...

 

That's it for frequent critter encounters...

 

Dog stories: Our dog pees on folks that he doesn't like. And it's not a walk up to your leg and lift his kind of thing. It's a "watch me roll on my back like I want you to rub my stomach - look out for the stream!!!!" thing... He'll sidle up to the offender, lie down next to them on the couch/big easy chair... aim... and release!

 

Rgds,

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Dog stories: Our dog pees on folks that he doesn't like. And it's not a walk up to your leg and lift his kind of thing. It's a "watch me roll on my back like I want you to rub my stomach - look out for the stream!!!!" thing... He'll sidle up to the offender, lie down next to them on the couch/big easy chair... aim... and release!

 

Rgds,

You owe my boss for the monitor I just killed by spraying it with coke :poke: . That is so damn funny. ::D:
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I've got my fair share of battle scars. The worst is when my dog decided that my earlobe is not necessary and simply tried to remove it for me! Silly puppy, he almost succeeded too!

 

I'd have to say my best "Pet from Hades" story is from my cat, Lovey. She wasn't very lovey to almost everyone except me and my dad. Well one day I was sweeping the kitchen and my dear old kitty was sitting on the bar stool watching me, I was probably 7 years old. The sun caught her eyes and I saw them glow, freaked out! I started screaming, the gum that was in my mouth actually fell out onto the floor and I hightailed it out of there. When my mom caught up with me to find out what was wrong all she could do was laugh. :blink:

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Our cats used to try to get at our birds...till I decided to let the birds out with the cats in the room. We have a half dozen conures, and when they meet someone or something new...they like to say hello in a way that only they can. Birds landed on the table to munch on some melon...cat snuck up behind them...one of them spotted the cat...they all started screeching. 6 conures screeching at 90+ db, and I think the cat pooed herself trying to get away. They then proceeded to follow the cat around the room till I finally had to let her out so they would stop tormenting her. She has never returned to bother the birds again. That was our Siamese...Fat Cat has always been too lazy to actually stalk things.

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Had a green tree python when I was living in Texas. Beautiful snake. Pure Evil. Most of the time it would just sit hanging loosely over a branch in his cage. When the cage was opened though, he assumed whatever came in was food.

 

Now a GTP is a bird eater...they have adapted huge fangs in order to penetrate the feathers of the bird and get a solid hold in the meat.

 

Anywho, one day while I was a bit tired I was changing the water in his cage. I had done it a hundred times and was more or less ready for what happens. Open cage...use punch target to block the strikes from the snake...grab bowl with empty hand. No problems, filled the bowl up and went to put it back in... Phone rings...hot painful feeling in my upper arm...words which can not be repeated. I had a 5 foot GTP hanging off my bicep trying to constrict it to death, while I tried to find the alcohol I kept in the snake room for just these types of situations. Doh! I forgot, I used to keep it - but since I hadn't had one of those situations for several years, I stopped keeping it handy. Blood dripping, into the kitchen for some vodka...dribble some vodka on the snakes mouth and it lets go. I say some more things which can't be repeated (alcohol hurt almost as much as the bite), started bleeding even more since the tourniquet which was a snake was removed. Put pissed off snake in its cage and bandage up my arm.

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One of our sun conures ripped an earing out of one of my wifes friends ears. Not the nice way either...ears bleed a lot.

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When I was around 8 or 9 we lived on a farm in Wisconsin. On that farm, we had a shetland pony - and it was my horse - I called her Rocket. A great little horse too. I used to ride it after school, and it was wonderful. ::D:

 

Anywho - the hell part. Went out riding one day in the winter, and apparently Rocket was done. On the other side of the farm (a good mile from our house) she decided to throw me. Long walk home. Rocket never let anyone ride her again (apparently she learned that she didn't have to wear the saddle if she didn't want to).

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Then of course there is Dozer...my alcoholic English Bulldog. Normal dogs beg for food...he only begs for beer. Last summer we had a BBQ and he tore into a case of beer we had awaiting the cooler. Ate the tap off my kegerator. Hasn't become ill yet from his beer drinking escapades, but it does make him fart a lot (and those farts a lone make him from hell).

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A friend had a little Shi Tzu/poodle cross. Generally he was fine when left at home but one night she came home to find that her container of vaseline had been attacked and emptied. Once that vaseline worked its way through his digestive system ... long, fine hair mixed with greased poops. Yeah, it was a nightmare.

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