Conference misery::feline_v1

    
    Oh we have a similiar experience at my house...but with seven
    cats that love counters....it goes something like this.
    
     Start preparing, lift cat off counter, wash, start preparing,
    lift a different cat off counter, yell/scream, wash, start
    preparing, lift a different cat off counter, flip out yelling/
    screaming, wash and so on.....   Well after about 7 times...
    I yell "get the H%#@ out of here...I'm in control"....and
    lock them all down the cellar or spare room until I'm 
    done.   Psst....I think I'm in control...huh!
    
    We make up...by sharing the food I have prepared.
    
    Sandy              

Re: .0

>	We have about decided that his name should be changed to:
>
>			GRAHAM PURR
    
    You gotta luv it !!!
    
    George

    Anyone seen my 2lbs medium rare steak that Flirtaysha took off with
    last night?  All I found was the bones and three full kitties!
    Now that was galloping.
    
    :)

    
    
    	Oooh!  nasty kitties!  =)
    

>>>    	Oooh!  nasty kitties!  =)
    
but with really good taste....you are raising real gourmets there...

			8^}

    I couldn't imagine it with 7 - 3 keep me running in circles.  The
    butcher block table is to the left by the window and then a couple of
    feet away to the right is the kitchen table - so it goes like this,
    pound the chicken/meat on the work table, on the kitchen table sits a
    dish with an egg dip for the meat (all spiced up) - one cat is after
    the egg mixture, the other after the meat, the other is lurking
    somewhere in between - shooo one away and the other hops on the work
    table and proceeds to run off with dinner - chase him/her down the hall
    and the other one has got his/her face in the egg while you are trying
    to retrieve a piece of chicken - get back in the kitchen and one has
    got egg all over his face as well as a front paw which has been nicely
    dipped in flower (we should saute his foot) - yes - grab the squirt
    bottle - screem NO and and spray - does it help - no - now they are
    after the veggies - advancing in mass - teeth bared, drooling monsters
    - they will not get my dinner - quickly cut up some chicken - zap it
    and bring them into the back porch and lock the door.
    
    This only happens when me and Richard are home alone -  never when
    guests are there - thank god - the mother-in-law from Note 4411.12
    would probably pitch a fit, or go into shock and run in terror -
    hahahahhahahahahah -heheheheheheheh heeeeeeee!  Sorry but I've lost it!
    
    Giudi (who might end up with egg on HER face)+3

    My 7 act the same way whether we have guest or not...that's why
    they normally end up getting put in a room.  If they only knew
    that if they didn't act like starving animals that haven't eaten
    for days...I would let them sit there an watch me...and of course 
    throw them a treat every once in awhile.
    
    The big joke in my house is that I'm always yelling "I will not let
    you get to me...I'm in control".   And then I hear my hubby giggle
    in the background and say "who's in control?"  Of course, 4 of the
    seven are under one year old...so you know what that is like.  I
    don't know how the breeders do it!!
    
    Sandy 
    
    
    
    

the only time I have overt infractions is at Thanksgiving or Christmas...boy,
start roasting a big bird or pheasants in the oven, and my "hunters" are at
it.....stalking that oven, waiting for a chance to pounce on the unaware.

Then, they are banished to the waterbed room, complete with snacks and cat
box.....I want to come back to life as a cat next time...

    re: .8 
    I want to come back to life as a cat next time...
    
    With the exception that I have a Feliner as a parent!!!!
    
    Giudi

    > I don't know how the breeders do it!!
    
    Ha ha...that's what the cattery is for 
    
    Either that or you move to a surface that is too  high for the
    little pooheads to get to....he he he  ;^}
    
    Of course, you should have seen them when I was eating supper.
    Most times I held the plate over my head.  Pooheads haven't learned
    not to climb into your plate (literally) and they reach up with
    little catbox paws to pull your plate down to their level.
    
    Funny thing - they never bother Jack.  I wonder why.
      (I can hear Jack laughing from here)
      N
    
 

    Nancy:
    
    You mean yours don't get in the plate - that's Stitch "aka the flash"
    specialty.  Never my dish but Richards and, and about two weeks ago
    Richard had a piece of asparagus in his mouth making a face at stitch
    and the little sucker snatched it right from between his lips.  Should
    have know better cuz he loves asparagus!!  
    
    Now I think that's a bit BOLD!
    
    Giudi+3

    Tabitha sits & watches our EVERY MOVE whenever we're working on a 
    project of any kind. Dinner is her all time favorite!! When I cook
    supper she sits there on a kitchen chair, or her fave kitchen spot,
    the window above the sink (Great vantage point)!! I give her a treat
    every now & then & she loves it. I love the company too!
    
    The only trouble is, she's the finickiest little bugger!! If I just 
    give her canned food w/o fussing over it (like I do w/ the "people
    food") she looks at it & then looks at me like, "What's this?! you
    just give me this stuff straight from the can!!? GEEZE!?" So I have to 
    fuss w/ it & pretend I'm putting spices into it & I have to "pretend
    cook" it in the oven for her sometimes! She's a riot!! But the food I
    put down for her 5 mins ago (that she turned her cute litte nose up at)
    is suddenly the greates gourmet meal she's ever had!!
    
    I love my little muffin, thinking about her makes me want to get home & 
    see her! She loves to greet me at the door & give me head buts till I
    reach down & give her some kitty lovin'!!
    
    G'nite all!
    
    Bon

    Our cats are also very interested in our food.  They like to sit on the
    ledge above the sink and watch, but then the food just gets so
    tempting....and then they have to be lifted down.  Misty, in
    particular, likes to taste everything I eat, just to make sure it's OK
    for me.  She sits there and taps my arm with her paw and stares
    pitifully or like a vulture until she gets a taste or two.  One time we
    had crab in the shell.  All of a sudden, a claw was moving on the
    plate.  It was Lizette, quietly pulling the claw off the plate while my
    husband was talking.  What a riot they are.  Chicken and fish and ice
    cream are their big favorites, and Misty likes tomato sauces, too. 
    
    Steffi, Misty, Lizette, Misha and Marnie

    Well, we've trained our kitties VERY well to stay off counters and
    tables, so I never have to pick one up off the counter when I'm
    cooking.  Of course, if you're making good-smelling people-food then
    they'll be CONSTANTLY underfoot in the kitchen... which is really
    "fun" when I'm carrying a big platter to put in the oven and can't
    see the floor directly under me... (*oof* **MROWWW!!**  "Hey, cat, 
    you oughta know better than to walk where I'm about to step!" 8-) )
    
    But yes... our kitties have their favorites that they like to beg
    for.  If I go for the coffee grinder then Cleo flips out... stretching
    her way up the side of the counter and stretching a paw up to try
    and get some.  If we're making salad then little Ebony comes along and
    begs for HER piece of lettuce 8-)
    
    What's really fun is if kitty is mistaken... like Ebony THINKS that's
    lettuce I'm chopping when it's really scallions 8-)  "Meow, purr,
    purr..."  "Okay, Cat, but you're not going to like it!!"  At which
    point she backs away from the proferred piece of scallion and gives
    me the "No, I want some of that LETTUCE you've got!" look...
    
    --jim
    

    When Bob gets underfoot I go flying!  He's 16.5 lbs and would
    have made a good "offensive tackle" for the Patriots.
      Nancy

    While we are discussing our little puddy's being underfoot, how
    many of us get up in the middle of the night and MREOUCH!!!  Little
    pussy gets her tail stepped on full force.  It's when you make to
    the bathroom and go sh*t-I think I stepped on the cat.....zzzzzzzz
    
    Lisa

    I once broke three toes on my right foot by trying to avoid stepping on
    a cat when I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. 
    Youch!!  The cat was fine, I missed her completely, but I had to lunge
    to do it, and slammed my foot into the doorframe of the bathroom.  It
    was complete agony for me!!  Within minutes my foot was swollen up so
    badly that I couldn't get a shoe on.  The next morning was my first day
    on my present job.  Had to come in, and tell my new boss that I had to
    leave and go to the doctor. :^)  Great first impression.  Thank
    goodness he never asked how I did it! :^D
    
    Jo

    re: .17 - Jo, you'll love this!  VERY shortly after Jack started his
    job with Dec he was holding Isis up so she could investigate the
    brass and wood clock resting on the door frame.  Isis reached up andd
    proceded to pull the clock off its perch.  Jack reached out with his
    foot to break the fall and broke his ankle!!!!!!!!
    
    Same story - another great first impression.  :-)