Argh!
The little calico cat hid in my husband's cupboard, and then we closed the door...for three hours.

During which she tore all of his ties off the rack onto the floor and urinated all over them.
Then she reloaded and pissed all over his state of the art mountaineering rucksack.

Of course she ignored the towels and anything else I could easily have washed.

So, does anyone know how to clean a tie? Dry cleaners? Wash with cold water? Tumble or not?

And do you have any evil pet stories to share, to make me feel better?

onions

Look at the link I posted on the `Cat calls 911` thread. Moggies aren`t all evil, they`re just touchy. I know if someone shut me in a closet, I`d be more than a little miffed. I came out of the closet a long time ago...

"does anyone know how to clean a tie?"
Depends what it's made of... Google it....

So that what a Moggie is...hmmm.


Rucksack can be thrown in the wash (I've done it before) with some Nature's Miracle link #1 Nature's Miracle link #2

For the ties, I would consult the dry cleaner's first-they'll tell you if they can do it or not.

Use a blacklight to see if she got any urine on the hard surfaces in the cupboard and zap it with the Nature's Miracle. Else the stink will emanate from the walls/floor and continue to fragrance whatever is stored there.

And this infomercial just played right now in a weird case of sychronicity: Zero Odor Pet link

Why does that last link remind me of Phoebe from `Friends`?

smelly cat, smelly cat...


mine are usually pretty sweet. except for the scratching up the bed at 5am because we're hungry.

breaking Christmas ornaments doesn't count, we should have known better than to put shiny round things within paw reach.

it`s not your fault...

Thanks for the ideas.
I'll ask the dry cleaners on Monday.

The calico's such a cutie. I was cuddling her to bits while my husband glared at each of his ties in turn and muttered a few choice consonants for each.

Keep a close eye on the kitties onions, or I`ve a lingering suspicion they might become better acquainted with the `Blue Danube`

Mine once shat ON THE WALLS when she was pissed on me. No where near her litterbox. It's not like she missed.

She did it on PURPOSE.

On the walls?
Cats have raised the technique of projectile waste emanation to an art form.

I've given up being mad at that.

The only time I was seriously ticked off was when she ate the English crumpets I'd imported from London and was looking forward to feasting on. All of them. And then she brought them all up again.
And because she felt so horrid and wanted something soft underneath her little paws, she walked all over my most expensive carpet while she was doing that.

Ah so you allow the cat into the kitchen then? I`m always having to shoo Max out and tell him off for jumping on the work surfaces. I learnt a very long time ago (With another cat entirely) not to leave open food on a cat-accessible surface. Sorry about your crumpets though onions. Can`t abide the things myself - having a preference for bagels acquired in New York - so I`m curious to know how you got the taste for them? Do you eat them with a fried egg on top, or Eggs Benedict...

Unfortunately we have an open kitchen space (no door).

In the case of the cumpets, they were still in their original Sainsbury wrapping and shut into the bread box.

As I found out, my cats have learned to open the bread box. And they ate part of the wrapping.

I'm just waiting for them to figure out the fridge door and how to operate the can opener (it seems opposable thumbs are an overrated tool)

I love English bakery stuff. Tried some first time in England, retried every subsequent time and now have a jonesing for them.
Muffins, scones, crumpets...I just cut them in half and toast them. Since we don't have clotted cream, I spread them with butter.
But then, I also love fudge, spam, Marmite and Bovril (and am quite annoyed that they make the latter out of yeast nowadays).

My cats share my taste.

Still haven't tried Haggis yet. Wanted to in Edinburgh, but was alone and afraid of food poisoning.

Bagels are boring. Just soft Semmels with a hole in the middle (I'm not paying for air holes!)

ETA: So, are you going to tell us about the sink, then?

Darling cat - I know I haven't been home a lot and you're afraid of being abandoned by me and you want to be as close to me as possible -

but spending the whole night suctioned to my right butt cheek is not a good way of achieving intimacy.

And hanging on to my butt with your entire arsenal of claws when I try to turn over also will not endear yourself to me.

If it the one food that the English do well, it's baked goods-I adore a proper tea & scones, crumpets, & muffins.

My calico likes Trader Joes' Cracked Wheat Sourdough Bread-she will rip through the sealed plastic to eat it. I can't have the grocery bags out too long when I get home, because she'll sniff it out and attack it. She also likes pasta with red sauce. She even drank a little carrot juice once.

The marmalade tabby likes tamari almonds, popcorn and pizza crusts (crunchy stuff).

They both adore a little bit of steak, lurves sardines and cheese.


Onions, no claw clipping? It's the only way I can endure them playing the piano on me. Otherwise, I'd be a bloody pincushion.

Haven't tried haggis either, but when I was in Thailand, I had clotted blood on a stick, rolled in peanuts-it was pretty tasty.

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Onions, no claw clipping?

Doesn't that assume you can catch them to clip them?

I'm pretty sure trying that on with my cat would result in blood being shed, and none of it would be his...

Nah, no clipping.
And no declawing either. *shudders*.

They have their little scratching posts, and they're usually gentle to me (lots of training went into that).

They use their scratching posts, which sharpens everything instead of blunting.

So when the calico is napping, I sneak in to clip a couple of toes and when the tabby is eating, I can get a whole paw in.

Plus, they box a lot and the tabby (who was feral when he was found) sees it as fighting, rather than playing, so the poor calico (whom I got much later) has a few scars on her nose from it. She gets him back at the food bowl.

Did you know that the City of West Hollywood (where I'm a resident) has made declawing illegal to perform? Huzzah!

Did the you & the cleaners get the smell out?

Um, well, my rat likes going behind the couch pillow and sleeping. One time I looked at her to find that she was chewing a large hole in the couch coushon. She's also chewed on a few shirts... So, my rats like chewing things... and peeing on clothing too.

And yay for illegal declawing. I don't like declawing at all...

Pkitty - I can't sneak anything past my cats when they're napping! *g* How d'you do that?

Nyssa, I knew someone who had four or five rats and told the most exciting stories about how clever and funny they are. What do yours look like?