I think someone posted a story like this not too long ago. Was that one in California? This time it's Florida. Husband and wife trapped and cowering in bedroom rescued in a joint operation by the DeLand Police Department and Animal Control Service. The cat was quarantined for 10 days to check for rabies, with negative results. The police incident report somewhat problematically lists Kush [the cat] as a victim or a witness--or possibly both.
LOL, I lived with a girl in the 90's who had one like that, but it was his permanent personality. He took 6 months to get "used" to me, but visitors to the apartment were strictly verbotin by him. The only way anybody was visiting was to lock him in the bathroom or bedroom (and yeah, ya heard about his displeasure). If ye wasnt locked up, anybody but me or Lynn was getting attacked and he WASNT backing off for anything. We finally ended up having to have him put down before we ended up sued or arrested over his aggressiveness.
I have no pets and never had any except tropical fish (long time ago). But as ridiculous as these incidents come across as news reports, aggressive house or yard cats are no joke. I saw a video not that long ago of a cat that attacked a woman who was fully conscious and erect by glomming onto her face. I don't think that wielding a pillow as some kind of defensive shield would be all that safe. Something else, maybe--but I'm not sure what that would be in any given situation without planning for this in advance.
According to the report, this husband and wife had not provided any veterinary care as far as inoculations. Not moving in cat circles myself, I don't know what that indicates in terms of how much thought and rationality were attendant from the human side in this people-cat relationship.
How can a person be so scared of a cat? If it has its claws and you dont have leather gloves, use a pillow or something.
We've got a feral cat that wanders down here from the woods from time to time. It doesn't back down, and it puts the scare in me. The thing is seriously mean. I would rather face coyotes then it, of course coyotes will back down.
I have no pets and never had any except tropical fish (long time ago). But as ridiculous as these incidents come across as news reports, aggressive house or yard cats are no joke. I saw a video not that long ago of a cat that attacked a woman who was fully conscious and erect by glomming onto her face. I don't think that wielding a pillow as some kind of defensive shield would be all that safe. Something else, maybe--but I'm not sure what that would be in any given situation without planning for this in advance.
According to the report, this husband and wife had not provided any veterinary care as far as inoculations. Not moving in cat circles myself, I don't know what that indicates in terms of how much thought and rationality were attendant from the human side in this people-cat relationship.
If they are an isolated indor-only pet, then its not really needed as they are not exposed to the things that can cause problems.....not a very-very smart thing to do, but strictly speaking vaccinations and preventative items are only needed for animals exposed to other animals....much like human medicine, much of animal medicine is driven by profit margin.
I do wonder though, how much of the cats "attitude problem" was CAUSED by isolation from his own kind. I dunno, I have always (when I had cats) had at least 2 so they could keep each other company.
Originally posted by MidEngineManiac: I take it youv'e never dealt with one gone feral ??????
I've been around alot of cats on the farm growing up, strays and wanderers too, and have had many as pets since. No I guess I wouldnt classify any as feral. I dont understand how one could go from normal to feral unless abused. If it seems rabid I would keep my distance as not to get rabies.
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According to the report, this husband and wife had not provided any veterinary care as far as inoculations. Not moving in cat circles myself, I don't know what that indicates in terms of how much thought and rationality were attendant from the human side in this people-cat relationship.
From what I read, I believe the family tried to have the cat taken care of by the vet, but it was too aggressive for the vet to give it its shots and other things.
I have had many cats over the years, all of them pretty well domesticated. If one of them had shown this type of aggressiveness it would have been euthanized in short order.
I did have one kitten who got scared by one of my dogs too. And it jumped up and clung to me with all its might. Its claws were buried into my skin quite deeply. And it hurt really bad. I ended up peeling it off of me and putting it in another room until it calmed down. It eventually did get used to the dogs, but it took a while.
This is honestly ridiculous... it doesn't take very much to kick a cat across the room if it's attacking you.
OK, .......YOU try it
Personally, being in the USA, I want to ask why did they not have a gun in the bedroom and just shoot the damn thing ?...another case FOR home-defence fire-arms.
How can a person be so scared of a cat? If it has its claws and you dont have leather gloves, use a pillow or something.
You never met my Nut Kitty !
As a kitten she was born in the shop and we tried to tame her, Melanie had to wear my welding gloves and she still bit threw them when it came time to give her shots. Ask her she will tell you she was the most vicious cat Melanie has ever seen. Nut never outgrew that no mater what we did even after she went blind, but she was the best momma cat we ever had and the best at hiding her kittens until she wanted us to see them. even now that she has calmed down and lives in the house if someone other than me picks her up they had better have a pair of my welding gloves and a pair of shark gloves under those.
She was the cat that crawled on my chest when I was laying on the floor when my back went out and adopted me, I was scared to death she was going to eat me.
Steve
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When a cat is attacking you, they move like Yoda fighting Dooku. Sure, you can kick it across the room - IF you can connect. Same for a gun, bat, or any other weapon. Best to just take off and nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
"DAY 152 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 162 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 165 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was... Hmmm. Not working according to plan ...
DAY 168 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 171 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 174 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue. (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
DAY 183 OF MY CAPTIVITY Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking, almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs next time. In an attempt to disgust and repulse them, I again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. (Note-to-self: I think I'll try urinating under their bed, too. Wonder how long it'll take them to find it?)
DAY 185 OF MY CAPTIVITY It is now my 185th day in captivity. My captors have completely eliminated my canned food and replaced it with dry kibble, claiming that it is better for my health. The wet food was the only thing I looked forward too, and now even that has been taken from me. I have discovered, however, that the dry food serves to create sharper points on my teeth, and keeps them stronger. I must force myself to consume it, regardless of the taste.
Each morning, they read pages of what is called a newspaper. I found that it is particularly annoying to my captors if I lie on it while they read. Shredding the newspaper is also a particular peeve of theirs, and I have taken delight in doing this before they awake each morning.
My captors have now obtained a "fish tank" - which serves to make up for part of my loss in the food department. While the little creatures are tiny, they are quite tasty. They have yet to replace the two small fish that I have consumed. I must think of a way to make them notice the loss. The bird continues to mock me. Its little metal room has proven stronger than originally anticipated...
DAY 201 OF MY CAPTIVITY I'm unsure of my ability to survive as a captive and have made several attempts to break out. At first, it was simple enough to circle my captors feet, in a surreptitious manner, as they opened the front door. I would then bolt from them through the door to freedom. But, to no avail - they caught me in a manner of minutes - my legs are not as fast as they used to be and I grow weak with continued imprisonment. What is worse is that since the first attempt, I have now found myself separated from the living room. My captors are much more intelligent than originally anticipated... For entertainment, I have taken to terrorizing the dogs by sitting on the kitchen table and swiping at them with my long nails. The dogs are obvious half-wits. They know very little about my skills as a hunter, and are forbidden by my captors to attack me. The dogs grow more irritated each day. I have found my captors are easy to manipulate in many ways, but outdoor access remains elusive. I have not lost hope, however, and have every intention of escaping this horrid place one-day soon..."
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1. batting practice or pellet gun. if you can kill a squirrel with it . . .
2. no cats policy.
Several roam our neighborhood. We make sure there is never food in the yard unless they catch it.
Same here, no food, except some of the stupid neighbors used to leave food out to feed the cats. Then the cats would use our flower bed as their litter box. Well, I started leaving food out as well. Except mine was in a trap/cage. No more wandering cats or cat piss in the flower bed.
Some people just don't know how to interact with animals.
To date, I've had 2 feral cats show up at the back door which I have since domesticated and turned into my yard maintenance tools. I no longer have any chipmunks, mice, baby rabbits, or moles tearing up my properly. Both being female felines, they are very territorial and help keep the other riffraff neighborhood cats away. The younger of the two has decided that she likes to climb up on the latter in my shop and watch me while I work. The older one has gotten lazy and fat since the younger one showed up, but I've still seen her chase after and catch mice as recently as a month ago.
I don't think I'll ever be without an outdoor cat ever again. They are just far too useful keeping the destructive critters out of the yard.
I do have one indoor cat but he's a wuss and my outdoor girls could certainly kick his butt. Yes, all 3 of my cats have been "fixed" and had their shots.
But getting back on topic, some people just don't know how to deal with animals. You cannot show fear but being mean doesn't help either. Animals, wild or not, have a keen sense of your attitude and will respond accordingly.
Some people just don't know how to interact with animals.
To date, I've had 2 feral cats show up at the back door which I have since domesticated and turned into my yard maintenance tools. I no longer have any chipmunks, mice, baby rabbits, or moles tearing up my properly. Both being female felines, they are very territorial and help keep the other riffraff neighborhood cats away. The younger of the two has decided that she likes to climb up on the latter in my shop and watch me while I work. The older one has gotten lazy and fat since the younger one showed up, but I've still seen her chase after and catch mice as recently as a month ago.
I don't think I'll ever be without an outdoor cat ever again. They are just far too useful keeping the destructive critters out of the yard.
I do have one indoor cat but he's a wuss and my outdoor girls could certainly kick his butt. Yes, all 3 of my cats have been "fixed" and had their shots.
But getting back on topic, some people just don't know how to deal with animals. You cannot show fear but being mean doesn't help either. Animals, wild or not, have a keen sense of your attitude and will respond accordingly.
She was the cat that crawled on my chest when I was laying on the floor when my back went out and adopted me, I was scared to death she was going to eat me.
