The Tormentor
My Childhood Cat
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This cat here is Jinxie. He was the neighbourhood tormentor of dogs. Across the street from us lived Sheba, a German Shepherd. Jinxie would cautiously waltz across the street craning his neck making sure Sheba was safely ensconced indoors and not roaming around in her backyard. Once he had taken surveillance of the situation and if Sheba was indeed inside he would march up to their picture window and rap on the glass. This of course would inevitably make Sheba shamble up to the window and then Jinx would leisurely stroll back and forth across the ledge of the window frame causing poor Sheba to turn into a frantic, deranged barking machine. Our neighbours said he would come by almost every single day to torment their poor puppy. A puppy that could have torn that cat into shreds had he ever had the chance.
Two doors down from us lived a little terrier mix. His owners would let him outside when it was nice and hook him up to their clothesline. This enabled their dog to roam throughout their entire backyard and partway into the back alley. Jinx would walk on up and stay just out of harm's way. He would then stretch, yawn and then settle himself down to groom himself safe in the knowledge that the chain would hold. Needless to say this drove the poor terrier absolutely crazy. .JPG)
On one visit my aunt brought along her big huge dope of a dog. That dog was big but he was scared of his own shadow. Jinxie did nothing to help him gain any confidence in himself. My aunt put her dog in a great big cage in the middle of the kitchen floor. Well, this was just too much fun for Jinx to resist. A dog in a cage in his house! Please, of course he tormented that dog. Jinx spent hours walking all around the cage and every so often flicking his paw inside and giving the poor mutt a swipe. Jinx would get in so much trouble and then he would fly to his hiding spot under the chesterfield with his butt sticking out and wait until the coast was clear. Then back to the cage he went. My aunt never did bring her dog back for a return visit.
What kind of naughty behavior have your pets been up to?
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"On one visit my aunt brought along her big huge dope of a dog." Spoken like a true cat person ;)
My dog is currently curled up in my lap, so of course I have to type she's been an angel lately.
My mother was just telling a story about watching every day as her neighbor's cat awaits her other neighbor's chihuahua, and pounces on him. It really breaks up her day.
Cats are way too smart!
But dogs can be really nice to cats, at the farm we had a dog named Rouky (like the Disney movie) and one day a truck was coming through the driveway and a kitten was sitting there and the truck driver was sure that he was going to hit the kitty, but good old Rouky grabbed the cat by the neck, the truck driver thought that the dog was going to eat the poor little kitty but he did not, he brought the cat to safer place (the grass). And the truck driver was amazed by what he saw. Rouky loved cats (and was an amazing dog too) and cats loved him too.
i loved that story (and especially the top pic...melt my heart)
as a cat person my entire life, when i married and my ex was allergic, it created problems. i even "snuck" a stray kitten in and hid it upstairs for a few days. I can very much relate to the story and love how you told it...cats are that way, aren't they?
I reluctantly was forced to become a "dog" person and had my girl for 15 years...so I'm somewhat unbiased and could live in both worlds!
(loved this/had a good chuckle: " A dog in a cage in his house! Please, of course he tormented that dog")
Allison, you're home? I sure hope everything is ok. I actually love dogs as well and would love to own one someday. But first I need to own my own house with a yard.
Johnny Yen, I can just see the cat hiding, waiting for its chance to strike.
Evelyne, that is such an incredible story. My sister owned a cat and dog and they used to sleep together. Mind you the cat always seemed as though she was having to "put up" with the dog.
Deb, cats sure do come with an abundance of attitude. But then, that's what makes them so much fun!
Hahaha, what a tease of a cat... That must have been funny to see! ;]
That's awesome. My cat torments dogs too, only up close and personal not through a window.
awww, what a little stinker. So cute!
Loki has been a good boy lately. No chasing of or attack skunks thank GOD! (He got nailed 3 times last fall in the space of a month)
Dogga, Jinxie was a pretty entertaining cat all right.
Justacoolcat, I remember seeing pictures of your animals all sharing a sunbeam. I'm not so sure Jinxie would have understood that concept.
Leazwell, great name for a cat! Cats are born tormentors of dogs.
Mellowlee, yikes! A skunk? And not just once but three times. How did you deal with the stink?
Jinxie is way smart and just a touch evil, which is a very good trait in a cat.
Our old cat, Pook, used to hide behind the hedge alongside our fence and then pounce out at the big cat-attacking black lab next door as he ambled by. And Pook was on a leash! But they eventually became friends and would lie side by each along the chain link fence.
Barb, aw, that's such a sweet image. The first time I ever saw a cat on a leash was here and I just thought it was the craziest thing.
he hid outside for a few weeks, only coming in to eat and drink. He refused to come in. After that we just kind of tryed to put up with it. What else do you do really. He still smells a bit off!!!
Mel, oh, poor Loki. Still smells a bit off! Next time try washing him in tomato juice. Can you imagine? He would kill you but supposedly tomato juice kills the skunk smell!
When I was young my family would vacation with all four of my mother's brother's and sisters and all their children at Myrtle Beach, South Carolian. One year, my cousin had a cat named Peaches. Peaches had given birth to two kittens and said i could have one. They lived a little inland in Colombia which though not far from Myrtle Beach but a long way out of the way if you were headed home to Florida as we were. At the last minute my cousin decides she doesn't want to give up any of her kittens. this was a relief to my mother who did not look forward to an extended drive with a kitten in the car. Did i mention my sister was highly allergic to cats? She was and was and still is.
I cried almost half the way home—I was six or so and in the last years of my life when crying was going to be affective. My mother promised—swore really— that she would look in the paper the very day we got home and find a cat for me to have.
As luck would have it, her bad and my good, there was one kitten to be given away in the local classifieds. We had to drive way out into a rural area where all of the post office boxes were lined up along a county road for the surround small farms. once at the house the people who had placed the ad had to send there high school age son under the house to retrieve the kitten. Apparently it was a bit feral. Also, rember this is Florida. No cellars or you break ground water. only crawl spaces beneath the homes. It was indicative of things to come.
The cat was retrieved and sat calmly in my lap as my mother drove from the drive of the home onto the county road. It was when she came up to the row of mailboxes that the small tabby cat had second thoughts about leaving his cool dark hiding space beneath the rural house we had just left. he began a frantic jump from side to side in an attempt to escape the confines of a moving car. My mother, in the hysteria of the moment, mowed down with her every one of the mailboxes that were neatly lining the county road. I had a big scratch on my leg and began to cry but this time to no avail. I really didn't know what I was crying for anyway.
Once home, the slightly feral kitten made a fast get-away to hide beneath my mother's bed within the gauze underbedding of the box springs. It took hours for us to realize the slight lump beneath the bed was the cat that caused the downfall of a perfectly nice set of rural post office boxes.
TC, for Tom cat, really never caused us another worry until one day he just never returned home. He was a tom-catter after all.
WS
PS There is an orientation for volunteering at the SPCA not next Saturday but the following. I am totally psyched for this adventure.
Wayward Son, I cannot stop laughing over your mom mowing down the mailboxes! It reminds me of the time I was coming home from a birthday party at a friend's cabin. During the festivities we had found a snake skin and put it on the back window. The snake skin fell off onto the lap of the birthday girl and she screamed bloody murder freaking out her mom causing her to careen off the road and into the ditch. We ended up having to walk to the nearest farm for help.
Wayward Son, almost forgot, great news about the upcoming orientation.
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