Lopsided Cat Laughs at My Concern
Posted on January 2, 2008 Posted by John Scalzi 19 Comments
Me, letting Lopsided Cat through the door: There you are. Dude, I was worried about you last night. It got down to single digits and the wind tore shingles off the roof. I thought you might become a catsicle.
Lopsided Cat: Yes, well. I know you might not have gotten the memo, but rumor is that I have a really thick fur coat. And if it gets too cold I just disembowel a raccoon, snuggle into the carcass for warmth and then eat my way out of its body in the morning.
Me: I see. So, want some cat food?
Lopsided Cat: No thanks. It was pretty frosty last night. I’m kinda full.
Me: Ew.
Lopsided Cat: I saved you some. It’s by the garage steps.
Me: You shouldn’t have.
Lopsided Cat: I’m just giving that way. Anyway, not that this isn’t fun, but you’re blocking me from my nap.
Me: Sorry. I know you need your rest.
Lopsided Cat: Damn straight. Those raccoons don’t disembowel themselves, you know.
Hey, it’s not easy having those claws just itching to tear into any available animal hide.
Beautiful focus on the photo though.
Speaking of 1st person dialog with cats, I read a good book awhile back called Tailchaser’s Song by Tad Williams. Good read.
I think Lopsided Cat may be ill — turning down human servitude?!
Does your cat really manage to kill raccoons? Those things are big.
I’m not aware of him actually killing any. I don’t doubt he could if he wanted to make the effort.
Usually cats lose versus raccoons. Those bandits fight dirty.
I’m glad George Foreman is not an outdoor cat these days. It’s stressful for me because I know he could get hurt or worse, but also he’s not the best hunter and when he comes in with something it’s usually still alive enough to run out of his jaws and the first relaxation of muscles and go hide somewhere to die.
Ah cats. Those beloved, adorable, bring-you-bloody-remnants-as-gifts kind of pets. So cute.
Chang, put on a shirt, will ya?
Cats may not take down racoons, but they can certainly kill enough squirrels and shrews and make a fort out their bones!
Once had a cat (Mikey) who hunted shrews. I once found as many as four little corpses on my pillow the next morning.
I praised him, but after that, I set traps. Lots of traps.
When your cat brings you a live duck, then you’ve known true cat love… and the drawbacks of cat doors. He’s still a kitten, so I’m kind of hoping that by the time he’s 2, he’ll have learned to kill the presents before bringing them home.
If the Executive Committee of The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club didn’t have its hands full worshipping Magnificent She and playing excessive amounts of COD4, it would start the affiliated The Official Lopsided Cat Fan Club.
He is truly His Mightiness.
The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club
My money’s on the raccoon. I suspect it is unlikley that it would come to blows. Both critters knowing that while the other would be tasty the potential price is too high.
Maybe it’s just me, but photographs, Lopsided Cat just doesn’t look… lopsided.
But that is gorgeous cat. And I’m glad I’m not the one who has to brush out that coat
“Be sure to photograph the good quadrant.”
For my money the most impressive cat present I’ve ever seen brought home was a crow. Not my cat, but I saw the takedown. It was a close battle.
My uncle’s cat aimed higher and attempted to bring home a peregrine falcon (neighbor’s friend’s bird, on a block). This nearly resulted in the falcon presenting his owner with a cat present.
I love Lopsided Cat. And I see no tilt either. I think your eyeballs are crooked Mr. Scalzi. He is perfect.
I once had a cat–Sheba–who brought me “fish and plankton and sea greens and protein from the sea”–okay, that’s not true. But she did bring me gophers all time. And their intestines were always stretched all over the front steps. Christ. It was bad.
Suddenly I want a cat.
I’m not aware of him actually killing any. I don’t doubt he could if he wanted to make the effort.
Doubt it. Our 55 lb pit bull once took on a raccoon that had entered her dog pen. She appeared to be winning, but it managed to get away after doing some damage to her face. I later found the great feline hunter, slayer of rats and baby grackles, cowering behind the dog’s house, and I suspect that the raccoon was hunting the cat.
Rabies boosters for all.
Raccoons have thumbs, it gives them unfair advantage. Of course, God kept thumbs from cats for the same reason he gave whisky to the Irish.
Lair of This Blog is Full of Crap has a polydactyl ginger tom (with thumbs) name of Nardo. Nardo regularly presents Lair with gifts of lizards; a number of whom are still alive and well.
Nardo is also known as one of the few cats who can be outsmarted by a pug.