Boyfie came in

at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his back,
which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the big gardens
here and he probably pushes through them. However when I petted him, he had
mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been fighting and was forced
onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my garden and
I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for it now. He's 12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over. Yeah,
of course he did g

Christina wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his back,
which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the big gardens
here and he probably pushes through them. However when I petted him, he had
mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been fighting and was forced
onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my garden and
I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for it now. He's 12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over. Yeah,
of course he did g

When my old buddy, Gato, was 16 years old, we went outside
one evening for a stroll. He was old, frail, and nearly blind.
He walked around sniffing plants, and surveying the land he
was born and raised on. There was a young male cat, by the
hedge, minding his own business, not wanting any trouble.
Gato went over and told the intruder, you need to leave, this
is my territory. The young cat seemed conflicted as to whether
he should leave or teach this old cat a lesson. He looked over
at me, I waved my arms in the air. The young cat turned and
ran away. Gato turned around and walked toward me with his
head and tail held high. I praised him for being such a good
cat, defending his territory against such a young intruder.



--
Islam is the rabies of religion

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Christina wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his
back, which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the big
gardens here and he probably pushes through them. However when I petted
him, he had mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been fighting
and was forced onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my garden
and I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for it now. He's
12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over.
Yeah, of course he did g

When my old buddy, Gato, was 16 years old, we went outside
one evening for a stroll. He was old, frail, and nearly blind.
He walked around sniffing plants, and surveying the land he
was born and raised on. There was a young male cat, by the
hedge, minding his own business, not wanting any trouble.
Gato went over and told the intruder, you need to leave, this
is my territory. The young cat seemed conflicted as to whether
he should leave or teach this old cat a lesson. He looked over
at me, I waved my arms in the air. The young cat turned and
ran away. Gato turned around and walked toward me with his
head and tail held high. I praised him for being such a good
cat, defending his territory against such a young intruder.

but you were there to send off the young intruder and Gato thought he'd done
it, which was great.
Once upon a time, Kitty Farmcat did all his fighting for him. but now he has
do it himself. He's just not that sort of cat that likes fighting but if
necessary he is up to it. I'd prefer it he wasn't. Look, just let another
cat cat pass through the garden, but he says absolutely no way if he spots
them, they have to be challenged. "You're in my garden and if you don't go
away instantly, we might have to fight"
Normally they say yes, I am in your garden, it's yours and I will go away
now. If they don't, there will be a fight. The intruder normally loses the
fight as he very well knows he's out of order.

"Judith Latham" wrote in message
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In article , Christina Websell
wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his
back, which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the
big gardens here and he probably pushes through them. However when I
petted him, he had mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been
fighting and was forced onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled
him over. I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in
my garden and I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for
it now. He's 12. Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims
he fell over. Yeah, of course he did g

Ahh... but as Boyfie would tell you, you haven't seen the other cat, he's
covered in mud.

Judith

Lol! Maybe so. He is kept in during the night when foxes and bigboy toms
might be around. He got beaten up really badly a while ago and I don't want
that to happen again. He thinks he is younger than he is and can take on
anycat that comes near his house.
Usually he can but I prefer to have him safely tucked up on his duvet during
night-time hours.





--
Judith Latham
Stourbridge, West Midlands. UK.

Christina wrote:
"alien from planet x" wrote in message
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Christina wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his
back, which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the big
gardens here and he probably pushes through them. However when I petted
him, he had mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been fighting
and was forced onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my garden
and I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for it now. He's
12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over.
Yeah, of course he did g

When my old buddy, Gato, was 16 years old, we went outside
one evening for a stroll. He was old, frail, and nearly blind.
He walked around sniffing plants, and surveying the land he
was born and raised on. There was a young male cat, by the
hedge, minding his own business, not wanting any trouble.
Gato went over and told the intruder, you need to leave, this
is my territory. The young cat seemed conflicted as to whether
he should leave or teach this old cat a lesson. He looked over
at me, I waved my arms in the air. The young cat turned and
ran away. Gato turned around and walked toward me with his
head and tail held high. I praised him for being such a good
cat, defending his territory against such a young intruder.
but you were there to send off the young intruder and Gato thought he'd done
it, which was great.
Once upon a time, Kitty Farmcat did all his fighting for him. but now he has
do it himself. He's just not that sort of cat that likes fighting but if
necessary he is up to it. I'd prefer it he wasn't. Look, just let another
cat cat pass through the garden, but he says absolutely no way if he spots
them, they have to be challenged. "You're in my garden and if you don't go
away instantly, we might have to fight"
Normally they say yes, I am in your garden, it's yours and I will go away
now. If they don't, there will be a fight. The intruder normally loses the
fight as he very well knows he's out of order.

Gato never was much of a fighter, he tried, and usually got
whooped. When he was a little over a year old he got beaten
half to death, every time a female was in heat. He was an
average size cat, not nearly as big as most males.

I had to save him many times over the years.

It broke my heart a little when he was fixed. Doing so, probably,
is what allowed him to live as long as he did. He certainly would
have been killed had he not been. He was my buddy. When I got
home, opened the car door, he jumped in and rode to my parking
spot. When I rode the motorcycle, when I stopped, he jumped
on the back, laid across the seat, or sometimes my shoulders,
and we went for slow rides.

He liked to climb up my clothes, lay on my shoulders, and keep
me company. He startled a lot of people when he climbed up
my clothes.

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Islam is the rabies of religion

On 12/28/2014 3:38 PM, alien from planet x wrote:


Christina wrote:
"alien from planet x" wrote in message
...


Christina wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on
his back, which might have been because there are lot of brambles
in the big gardens here and he probably pushes through them.
However when I petted him, he had mud on his head and neck which
suggests he's been fighting and was forced onto the ground and a
younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my
garden and I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for
it now. He's 12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over.
Yeah, of course he did g

When my old buddy, Gato, was 16 years old, we went outside
one evening for a stroll. He was old, frail, and nearly blind.
He walked around sniffing plants, and surveying the land he
was born and raised on. There was a young male cat, by the
hedge, minding his own business, not wanting any trouble.
Gato went over and told the intruder, you need to leave, this
is my territory. The young cat seemed conflicted as to whether
he should leave or teach this old cat a lesson. He looked over
at me, I waved my arms in the air. The young cat turned and
ran away. Gato turned around and walked toward me with his
head and tail held high. I praised him for being such a good
cat, defending his territory against such a young intruder.
but you were there to send off the young intruder and Gato thought
he'd done it, which was great.
Once upon a time, Kitty Farmcat did all his fighting for him. but now
he has do it himself. He's just not that sort of cat that likes
fighting but if necessary he is up to it. I'd prefer it he wasn't.
Look, just let another cat cat pass through the garden, but he says
absolutely no way if he spots them, they have to be challenged.
"You're in my garden and if you don't go away instantly, we might have
to fight"
Normally they say yes, I am in your garden, it's yours and I will go
away now. If they don't, there will be a fight. The intruder
normally loses the fight as he very well knows he's out of order.

Gato never was much of a fighter, he tried, and usually got
whooped. When he was a little over a year old he got beaten
half to death, every time a female was in heat. He was an
average size cat, not nearly as big as most males.
I had to save him many times over the years.

It broke my heart a little when he was fixed. Doing so, probably,
is what allowed him to live as long as he did. He certainly would
have been killed had he not been. He was my buddy. When I got
home, opened the car door, he jumped in and rode to my parking
spot. When I rode the motorcycle, when I stopped, he jumped
on the back, laid across the seat, or sometimes my shoulders,
and we went for slow rides.

He liked to climb up my clothes, lay on my shoulders, and keep
me company. He startled a lot of people when he climbed up
my clothes.


Tawny (RB) was fairly small, but he was a fighter from the time he was
very young. For years, he had every cat and half the dogs in our
neighborhood terrorized. I once saw a fairly large dog chase him behind
a row of bushes. When they came out the other side, Tawny was doing the
chasing. He was about 10 years old when we moved where I live now, and
he no longer had a reputation to keep up, so he retired from fighting -
except once.

We had acquired other cats by that time, and he took a particular
objection to one kitten. He would hiss every time that kitten walked
into the room. However, one day I happened to be out in front of the
house. Tawny and the kitten were out there too. A neighbor cat decided
to attack the kitten, and Tawny sprang into action. He jumped that cat,
and they rolled around for a couple of minutes before the cat broke
loose. He started running down the street. Tawny went after him and
jumped him again. This was repeated down the street at least until they
passed the point where the street curves and I couldn't see them any
more. Tawny might have hated that kitten, but it was his kitten and he
wasn't going to let anybody else attack it.

Joy

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Colorful Crocheted Critters
Photos at http://www.PictureTrail.com/joy9

"alien from planet x" wrote in message
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usually got
whooped. When he was a little over a year old he got beaten
half to death, every time a female was in heat. He was an
average size cat, not nearly as big as most males.
I had to save him many times over the years.

It broke my heart a little when he was fixed.

Why? Intact male cats are a nuisance. I got Boyfie fixed as soon as I
could catch him.It was because he was not fixed that he got lost from his
original home, wandering around looking for girls and then half starving to
death. My mother's neighbour never got either of her boys fixed either -
until one of them got crushed under a lorry a mile away, then she soon got
her other boy done.

You do not do your male cats justice if you don't neuter them. They have a
much better life if you do.

Christina Websell wrote:

You do not do your male cats justice if you don't neuter them. They have a
much better life if you do.

I suppose a lot of people think it's not necessary, since male cats
don't have litters of kittens - never mind that they contribute to the
excess population of strays. (Male owners probably tend to
anthropomorphize, too, although the male cat probably doesn't miss the
lacking parts.)

On Sun, 28 Dec 2014 19:34:50 -0000, "Christina Websell"
wrote:


"alien from planet x" wrote in message
...


Christina wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his
back, which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the big
gardens here and he probably pushes through them. However when I petted
him, he had mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been fighting
and was forced onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my garden
and I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for it now. He's
12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over.
Yeah, of course he did g

When my old buddy, Gato, was 16 years old, we went outside
one evening for a stroll. He was old, frail, and nearly blind.
He walked around sniffing plants, and surveying the land he
was born and raised on. There was a young male cat, by the
hedge, minding his own business, not wanting any trouble.
Gato went over and told the intruder, you need to leave, this
is my territory. The young cat seemed conflicted as to whether
he should leave or teach this old cat a lesson. He looked over
at me, I waved my arms in the air. The young cat turned and
ran away. Gato turned around and walked toward me with his
head and tail held high. I praised him for being such a good
cat, defending his territory against such a young intruder.

but you were there to send off the young intruder and Gato thought he'd done
it, which was great.
Once upon a time, Kitty Farmcat did all his fighting for him. but now he has
do it himself. He's just not that sort of cat that likes fighting but if
necessary he is up to it. I'd prefer it he wasn't. Look, just let another
cat cat pass through the garden, but he says absolutely no way if he spots
them, they have to be challenged. "You're in my garden and if you don't go
away instantly, we might have to fight"
Normally they say yes, I am in your garden, it's yours and I will go away
now. If they don't, there will be a fight. The intruder normally loses the
fight as he very well knows he's out of order.


I'm not sure of the edicat (ha, I invented a new word) of how that
works, but it seems to be up to the personality of the cats involved.
Normally, because my yard is fenced in, no other cats go back there
except mine. But the fencing is mostly to keep my cats in, so other
cats rarely do end up inside. There is an opening when mine aren't
back there, so the strangers can get out, but sometimes I don't notice
that there is another cat back there when I let mine out and close the
opening.

Espy always knew immediately and took off after the stranger, and I
would sometimes use a big butterfly net to grab Espy and let the
stranger leave in peace. But since Espy died, my other cats are much
less interested in fighting. I just open the door and they come back
in until the other cat departs. They're all just so weird.

wrote:
On Sun, 28 Dec 2014 19:34:50 -0000, "Christina Websell"
wrote:

"alien from planet x" wrote in message
...


Christina wrote:
at 3 pm with a small dead piece of bramble attached to the fur on his
back, which might have been because there are lot of brambles in the big
gardens here and he probably pushes through them. However when I petted
him, he had mud on his head and neck which suggests he's been fighting
and was forced onto the ground and a younger cat has rolled him over.
I wish he would just stop deciding "I see you, you badcat, in my garden
and I will fight you until you are dead" He's too old for it now. He's
12.
Luckily he seems fine. He denied fighting: he claims he fell over.
Yeah, of course he did g

When my old buddy, Gato, was 16 years old, we went outside
one evening for a stroll. He was old, frail, and nearly blind.
He walked around sniffing plants, and surveying the land he
was born and raised on. There was a young male cat, by the
hedge, minding his own business, not wanting any trouble.
Gato went over and told the intruder, you need to leave, this
is my territory. The young cat seemed conflicted as to whether
he should leave or teach this old cat a lesson. He looked over
at me, I waved my arms in the air. The young cat turned and
ran away. Gato turned around and walked toward me with his
head and tail held high. I praised him for being such a good
cat, defending his territory against such a young intruder.

but you were there to send off the young intruder and Gato thought he'd done
it, which was great.
Once upon a time, Kitty Farmcat did all his fighting for him. but now he has
do it himself. He's just not that sort of cat that likes fighting but if
necessary he is up to it. I'd prefer it he wasn't. Look, just let another
cat cat pass through the garden, but he says absolutely no way if he spots
them, they have to be challenged. "You're in my garden and if you don't go
away instantly, we might have to fight"
Normally they say yes, I am in your garden, it's yours and I will go away
now. If they don't, there will be a fight. The intruder normally loses the
fight as he very well knows he's out of order.

I'm not sure of the edicat (ha, I invented a new word) of how that
works, but it seems to be up to the personality of the cats involved.
Normally, because my yard is fenced in, no other cats go back there
except mine. But the fencing is mostly to keep my cats in, so other
cats rarely do end up inside. There is an opening when mine aren't
back there, so the strangers can get out, but sometimes I don't notice
that there is another cat back there when I let mine out and close the
opening.
Espy always knew immediately and took off after the stranger, and I
would sometimes use a big butterfly net to grab Espy and let the
stranger leave in peace. But since Espy died, my other cats are much
less interested in fighting. I just open the door and they come back
in until the other cat departs. They're all just so weird.
The cats I have now, invite other cats home for dinner.
(come on over we have plenty of food)

The one daddy cat is a regular visitor. He comes inside
and meows, if there isn't any food. (Feed me)
He's a good cat.

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Islam is the rabies of religion