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Thu 7 Jun, 2007 04:50 pm
So...once again I just heard the sound of dreadful, tormented, horrifying caterwauling coming from the balcony, through my bedroom, and, accompanied by a fluffed up, dreadfully ill looking cat, into the computer room where I am.
There she is......she looks as though she is dying......she is screaming at the top of her lungs, she takes up a tormented stance by my feet.....
Then, while still wauling piteously, she begins a terrible coughing and heaving, as though she is bringing up her lungs. The tiny body is racked...the ribs stand out with the effort...it looks as I imagine the last, dying horror of a consumption sufferer must have looked, if unslaked by the blessings of laudanum.
These terrible paroxysms increase in frequency and desperation...reach a height of frenzy and horror....and at last, a few blades of grass and fluid are hawked up onto the carpet.
The fur is smoothed, the terrible noises cease, and a proud, happy, smug and satisfied cat sashays her way out of the room, her job done, as she does every morning.
WHY!!!!!
Ok, cats eat grass.....but this appears to be a torture, a torment, a horror. I have never seen such a horrifying display from any other cat.
And WHY must it always be done where I am?
Is she proud of herself? Is she seeking comfort in her self imposed pain?
WHY????!!!!!
she was yakkin a hairball. Cats cannot digest hair so they yak it up. imagine if the only way you could groom yourself is with your tongue. All that hair gathers into a ball like in the trap of a sink and must be expelled somehow. We use some kinda pasty hairball **** that is an enzyme (Im thinking papayen), The cat then hoks it up and its cool. We try to catch the cat before this happens and toss a newspaper under her. Then toss the hairball and paper into the dumpster. I didnt know you even had grass in Australia. I thought everything was like razorwire and poisonous and hiding places for funnel web spiders..
farmerman wrote:she was yakkin a hairball. Cats cannot digest hair so they yak it up. imagine if the only way you could groom yourself is with your tongue. All that hair gathers into a ball like in the trap of a sink and must be expelled somehow. We use some kinda pasty hairball **** that is an enzyme (Im thinking papayen), The cat then hoks it up and its cool. We try to catch the cat before this happens and toss a newspaper under her. Then toss the hairball and paper into the dumpster. I didnt know you even had grass in Australia. I thought everything was like razorwire and poisonous and hiding places for funnel web spiders..
Nope.....this was just the quotidian grass chuck.
When she has a furball it's REALLY dramatic.
We don't HAVE funnelwebs where I am.
You appear to be feeling better, she said drily.
It's a test dlowan. You passed because you did not immediately throttle her. You also failed, because now she knows you are weak and in thrall to her power
I also hate that word "quotidian" its so nimious
My cat doesn't hawk up hairballs, usually. It's most often hairs. Just several. Not in any sort of ball or ball-like clump.
will someone explain to me why any rational human being would want to own, keep or otherwise share space with a f**king cat?
Thomas wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:will someone explain to me why any rational human being would want to own, keep or otherwise share space with a f**king cat?
They make good dog food.
well... there is that.... and after rigor mortis sets in they make middlin' fair toilet brushes....
sallly dog and THE DYS feet
Now Im stuck with that picture in my mind, THANKS dude.
dyslexia wrote:sallly dog and THE DYS feet
Get that ******* dog out of my thread.
Cats . . . why do the DO it?
BECAUSE THEY ARE THE SPAWN OF SATAN ! ! !
I've been tellin' ya that for years, but ya never listen . . .
Setanta wrote:Cats . . . why do the DO it?
BECAUSE THEY ARE THE SPAWN OF SATAN ! ! !
I've been tellin' ya that for years, but ya never listen . . .
You're jealous because you're just a goddam dog.
I know exactly what you mean; we haven't even let our cat outside in a couple of weeks because lately she's been eating even MORE grass than usual. The pre-upchuck dramatics have been increasing, too-- I really thought something terrible was happening to her last time! The low, pathetic yowling, the wails of despair...
As to why, I like Tai Chi's answer
.....but I doubt we'll ever
really know; they won't allow it... *sigh*
The cat eats the grass to make itself sick.
dadpad wrote:The cat eats the grass to make itself sick.
Yes dear, I know.
But why the Sarah Bernhardt death scene?
cyphercat wrote:I know exactly what you mean; we haven't even let our cat outside in a couple of weeks because lately she's been eating even MORE grass than usual. The pre-upchuck dramatics have been increasing, too-- I really thought something terrible was happening to her last time! The low, pathetic yowling, the wails of despair...
As to why, I like Tai Chi's answer
.....but I doubt we'll ever
really know; they won't allow it... *sigh*
Oh, at last!
Someone else's cat is a drama whore!
I have never seen such dramatics in any cat before this one.
farmerman wrote:I also hate that word "quotidian" its so nimious
You think you're smart, don't you Baldrick?
Stumble It!
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