Pet Debacles

[Marelo]

Injuries, shenanigans, what have you.

I had a cat named Mr. (yes, the abbreviation) who was uncannily adept at avoiding death and sickness. Mr. survived:

1. Being shot by a three-inch long, thin, metal dart, which embedded itself completely in his chest.

2. Having four inches of tail lopped off by a door, and then playing with it for a few hours before we found out.

3. Getting into so many fights with other animals, including opossums and a freakin' skunk (no idea why it was so deep in town), that its ears resembled the absence of ears more than anything else.

Unfortunately, this miracle cat was felled by a mundane car.

Got any stories?

[TopHatAssassin]

Nothing too spectacular with our cat. The worst kind of trouble he could get up to was crapping in our tub when my uncle brought his dog over when visiting on a few occasions. Drove my parents nuts. The only other thing is that he had this terrible habit of leaving his tail in the middle of a high-traffic area and it would inevitably get stepped on, causing him to jump up and run off whilst throwing the stepper into a confused, off-balance panic.

God, I loved that cat.

Then there were the goldfish my siblings and I had for a number of years. My sister's was the fatass of the group. The damn thing just ate, I'm pretty sure that's why the other two died. They just couldn't get enough food. We had to resort to distracting the one with food so that we could feed the others, but I guess it just wasn't enough.

[guyy]

Originally Posted by TopHatAssassin

Then there were the goldfish my siblings and I had for a number of years. My sister's was the fatass of the group. The damn thing just ate, I'm pretty sure that's why the other two died. They just couldn't get enough food. We had to resort to distracting the one with food so that we could feed the others, but I guess it just wasn't enough.

A mostly identical thing happened to 3 goldfish my family had a while back. Two of them died within a week, but the third, which swam a bit faster than the other two, grew to an enormous size and lived for...I don't even know, at least 5 or 6 years.

We also (still) have a cat that is a master of vanishing. Whenever anything slightly out of the ordinary happened, like some unrecognized human coming in the house, she would just disappear. I found one of her hiding places by mistake once; I watched her crawl under a couch, then looked under, and she wasn't there! It turned out she had found an empty space in the back of the couch and had climbed up inside it, somehow holding herself up there by digging her claws in or something. I still can't figure out how she can stay in there for hours without getting tired.

[katiuska]

Originally Posted by guyy

A mostly identical thing happened to 3 goldfish my family had a while back. Two of them died within a week, but the third, which swam a bit faster than the other two, grew to an enormous size and lived for...I don't even know, at least 5 or 6 years.

We had a goldfish like that, only it eventually started eating other fish. The thing just kept getting bigger and my dad finally sold it off. That was about the time I stopped paying attention to things that went on in there; it was just too depressing.

[Sithdarth]

When I was in high school we had some mice. Unfortunately for these mice they were in a room no one really went into and so we forgot about feeding them almost completely. So one day I finally remember and go in the room to check on them only to find them alive well and even a few extra mice.

Turns out they had been getting out of the cage and getting food from the bag that was right next to the cage and then bringing back into the cage. We of course couldn't allow this so we sealed up the cage. A few weeks of regular feeding went by again and we inevitably forgot about them again. Only this time when we remembered one half had eaten the other half and then promptly died. We had the same problem with the white mice we raised in my High School biology class too.

[Loyal]

Originally Posted by guyy

We also (still) have a cat that is a master of vanishing. Whenever anything slightly out of the ordinary happened, like some unrecognized human coming in the house, she would just disappear. I found one of her hiding places by mistake once; I watched her crawl under a couch, then looked under, and she wasn't there! It turned out she had found an empty space in the back of the couch and had climbed up inside it, somehow holding herself up there by digging her claws in or something. I still can't figure out how she can stay in there for hours without getting tired.

One of my current cats does - or rather, used to - do the same thing. The underside of my bed is an unrecognizable mess of grayish lining because he kept climbing up into it and gradually tearing it down beneath him.

This one time he decided to hide on the inside of one of those couches that unfold into a bed, while it was unfolded and my sister had her boyfriend over. We folded it back up later, not knowing he was inside, and it wasn't till the next morning when I heard his droning cries for help (He had gotten stuck inside, you see) that we figured out when he went.

Also, everyone knows how some cats like to kill rats and bring the bodies to their owners, right? Well, my other current cat does something slightly different. He has no mice to work with, so he makes do with teddy bears, loose socks, and the like. And instead of dropping it at my bed, he just leaves it between the living room and the kitchen, and meows his head off, in the middle of the night, till someone (Read: me) gets out of bed to appraise his "kill".

[TDK]

Originally Posted by Runswithnopants

2. Having four inches of tail lopped off by a door, and then playing with it for a few hours before we found out.

That is AWESOME.

...And slightly disturbing if you think about it.


Well, when I was little I had white cat named Buttercup. My dad has a big old green truck from like 1970, which has an open bottom and is rarely used.

...The stray cats and, unfortunately, Buttercup who was outside at the time, liked to climb up into it for warmth.

The truck was started at one point, with the cat inside. The fan in the motor span, and you can imagine how that ended with the cat in close proximity...

-_- She was pregnant. The image still haunts me.


What's odd is, we've had two white cats, her, and one we still have called Cocoa. The SAME THING happened to the latter. Though he survived it.

The truck just doesn't like white cats.

[42PETUNIAS]

Originally Posted by Runswithnopants

1. Being shot by a three-inch long, thin, metal dart, which embedded itself completely in his chest.

You should not be allowed to have pets.

[Marelo]

Originally Posted by 42PETUNIAS

You should not be allowed to have pets.

I didn't say that I did it...

My house was in close proximity to another, large house which had been divided up into apartments, and it tended to be occupied by really disturbed assholes. We were pretty sure it was them, but we had no proof, so we couldn't do anything about it.

To think, you'd accuse me of doing that? Sheesh.

[42PETUNIAS]

Originally Posted by Runswithnopants

I didn't say that I did it...

My house was in close proximity to another, large house which had been divided up into apartments, and it tended to be occupied by really disturbed assholes. We were pretty sure it was them, but we had no proof, so we couldn't do anything about it.

To think, you'd accuse me of doing that? Sheesh.

Just of letting your pet near disturbed assholes, other animals it would constantly fight with, and someone who slams doors without looking.