I reckon the Cat got what was coming to it. If it lives by the sword it has to be prepared to die by the sword.
What a load of SHIT!
I reckon the Cat got what was coming to it. If it lives by the sword it has to be prepared to die by the sword.
Next time, I;ll just politely ask it to vacate my front room then shall I ?
It's only a frigging BIRD for goodness sake.
Thats fine if its just a case of keeping an unwelcome cat out of the garden or something. However, as it was in my house, I was a bit preoccupied with keeping the cat away from the bird. The first time it came in, it went crazy chasing around the lounge after the bird till I got hold of it and threw it out. The second time, as it was rapidly on its way in through the small open window, I was not about to leave it there while I went the kitchen to get some water to throw at it.Most cats run when they have a little water sprayed at them.
f***ing thing.
So about 2 or 3 nights ago, I'm minding my own business watching TV on the sofa in the front room. Casper is sitting on my hand practising his Colonel Bogey whistle. Easy 8 is at the front door chatting with one of his friends (with the door open). All of a sudden, my front room is INVADED by this cat who runs in. Thankfully Casper is on the ball and flies immediately up to the curtain rail, whilst I grab this cat by the scruff of the neck, drag it into the hallway, and HURL it out the front door. Bastard. Casper, a little shaken (understandably), flies back down and remains on my shoulder for most of the evening, but is a little subdued and stays unusually quiet till I put him away for the night.
Now, about twenty minutes ago, I'm sitting here at my desk in the front room. Caspers in his cage. The smaller high-up front room window is open, and I hear some scrabbling outside. I open the curtains, and that BASTARD cat is right there at the window, having scrambled up, and he thinks he's on his way into my front room again for another go at Casper. f*** that. I launched a full-on punch into the cats ribs, sent him flying back onto my patio where he hits the table and slides onto the floor. He runs and leaps up to the shed roof. I dashed outside and picked up a ceramic shell-like ornament, and hurled it at him just as he's turning to flee, striking a glancing blow on its arse. With a yowl and a hiss he's into next doors garden and off.
I'm worried now though. If I forget to close my window one night, that cat is going to be IN here and trying to savage my little pet. I will not hesitate to execute explosive violence on that feline fiend whenever I see it in my garden. Its had its warning tonight - if it comes round again, the gloves are off. I don't care who's cat it is.
shut your windows.
or get rid of the bird.
or move
I don't really like Cats, their bastards the lot of them, they come in when its time for food and then feck off and kill birds and things for tormenting and pleasure and play with them as they die and don't even eat them , they have no loyalty to their owners and their shit smells very bad.
f***ing thing.
So about 2 or 3 nights ago, I'm minding my own business watching TV on the sofa in the front room. Casper is sitting on my hand practising his Colonel Bogey whistle. Easy 8 is at the front door chatting with one of his friends (with the door open). All of a sudden, my front room is INVADED by this cat who runs in. Thankfully Casper is on the ball and flies immediately up to the curtain rail, whilst I grab this cat by the scruff of the neck, drag it into the hallway, and HURL it out the front door. Bastard. Casper, a little shaken (understandably), flies back down and remains on my shoulder for most of the evening, but is a little subdued and stays unusually quiet till I put him away for the night.
Now, about twenty minutes ago, I'm sitting here at my desk in the front room. Caspers in his cage. The smaller high-up front room window is open, and I hear some scrabbling outside. I open the curtains, and that BASTARD cat is right there at the window, having scrambled up, and he thinks he's on his way into my front room again for another go at Casper. f*** that. I launched a full-on punch into the cats ribs, sent him flying back onto my patio where he hits the table and slides onto the floor. He runs and leaps up to the shed roof. I dashed outside and picked up a ceramic shell-like ornament, and hurled it at him just as he's turning to flee, striking a glancing blow on its arse. With a yowl and a hiss he's into next doors garden and off.
I'm worried now though. If I forget to close my window one night, that cat is going to be IN here and trying to savage my little pet. I will not hesitate to execute explosive violence on that feline fiend whenever I see it in my garden. Its had its warning tonight - if it comes round again, the gloves are off. I don't care who's cat it is.
I have 2 dogs and mighty fine specimens they are too
You evil bastard Easy, I'm a cat lover and it is their nature to go after an bird. Hopefully the cat will eat it, and then you'll see not to mess with them!
Dogs are so much cooler and more fun and more loyal and have better personalties that Cat's aren't even at the races , infact I feel a poll coming on
Using the "it's their nature" argument surely serves to justify what Easy did? It's his nature to protect his pet bird from being eaten by a cat.
Using the "it's their nature" argument surely serves to justify what Easy did? It's his nature to protect his pet bird from being eaten by a cat.
There is no justifying an punch to the cat, what he did was animal cruelty and he could be heavily fined for that.