Strange things your pets do...

[Dftodd]

It's funny how a thread will lanquish forgotten, then rejuvenate. Colonel is one big a** cat. Are you sure that his mother didn't mate with a mountain lion?

We had a bobtail kitten show up in our basement one winter. We never did figure out how it got in.

We didn't think much of it till it hit about 25lbs of solid muscle Vet deduced that daddy was probably a bobcat from the markings.

 

[Jim Nelson]

Back in the 70's I had a pet coon that was given to me by a rancher friend who caught him as a baby. As he grew he would go out in the barn where they kept their orphaned, or "doggie" calves and play with them until one time he killed one by chasing it around too much.
I had horses and chickens at that time and the chickens would nest in the hay barn. Coonie would go out with me to feed the horses and play with the eggs but never broke one unless I handed it to him, then it was gone in a flash.

One day he found a small hog nosed snake that had just eaten a baby frog, he caught the snake and squeezed the frog out of it and ate it then ate the snake. Pretty gross.

One day he just disappeared and I don't know if the hormones just kicked in and he went girling or someone picked him up ,or shot him or what.

He was a lot of fun and incredibly smart.

 

[Fuddy1952]

My in-laws had a gray shorthair Tom cat "Meese". He was about average size, maybe 15 pounds but mean as snot. I picked him up a couple times and he was solid muscle. He killed everything that came in their yard, including an adult racoon (no small feat for a house cat). He had this opossum he let eat with him until it was full grown then he killed it .
One day I heard mother-in-law feeding Meese on their back porch when I see a neighbors rottweiler trotting down the alley to get some of Meese's food.
This I gotta see, so I quickly ran around to the back yard.
Meese had this funny "ninja" like fighting technique where he'd lower his head then his claws were straight out like a blurr. Uh-oh...the dog went for his food, Meese lowered his head. All I saw was the rottweiler rolling backwards, blood spurting, the dog went home yelping.
A few minutes go by...phone rings, wife answers. A neighbor lady's yelling "your cat just tore up our dog!" Wife calmly said "Your dog was in our yard eating my cat's food, and if it was MY rottweiler I'd be too embarrassed to call". She hung up.

 

[MossRoad]

My in-laws had a gray shorthair Tom cat "Meese". He was about average size, maybe 15 pounds but mean as snot. I picked him up a couple times and he was solid muscle. He killed everything that came in their yard, including an adult racoon (no small feat for a house cat). He had this opossum he let eat with him until it was full grown then he killed it .
One day I heard mother-in-law feeding Meese on their back porch when I see a neighbors rottweiler trotting down the alley to get some of Meese's food.
This I gotta see, so I quickly ran around to the back yard.
Meese had this funny "ninja" like fighting technique where he'd lower his head then his claws were straight out like a blurr. Uh-oh...the dog went for his food, Meese lowered his head. All I saw was the rottweiler rolling backwards, blood spurting, the dog went home yelping.
A few minutes go by...phone rings, wife answers. A neighbor lady's yelling "your cat just tore up our dog!" Wife calmly said "Your dog was in our yard eating my cat's food, and if it was MY rottweiler I'd be too embarrassed to call". She hung up.

My parents told me stories about a large cat they had before I was born. All the dogs in the neighborhood were scared of it. They'd frequently see it riding dogs' backs down the sidewalk. :laughing:

They had pictures of it sitting in the bathtub with one of my siblings. It's head was sticking out of the bubbles and it was wearing a party hat. Wish I still had that picture.

 

[Jstpssng]

My in-laws had a gray shorthair Tom cat "Meese". He was about average size, maybe 15 pounds but mean as snot. I picked him up a couple times and he was solid muscle. He killed everything that came in their yard, including an adult racoon (no small feat for a house cat). He had this opossum he let eat with him until it was full grown then he killed it .
One day I heard mother-in-law feeding Meese on their back porch when I see a neighbors rottweiler trotting down the alley to get some of Meese's food.
This I gotta see, so I quickly ran around to the back yard.
Meese had this funny "ninja" like fighting technique where he'd lower his head then his claws were straight out like a blurr. Uh-oh...the dog went for his food, Meese lowered his head. All I saw was the rottweiler rolling backwards, blood spurting, the dog went home yelping.
A few minutes go by...phone rings, wife answers. A neighbor lady's yelling "your cat just tore up our dog!" Wife calmly said "Your dog was in our yard eating my cat's food, and if it was MY rottweiler I'd be too embarrassed to call". She hung up.

That's funny! :laughing: We had a big yellow tom when I was growing up that would run off any dog who wandered onto the property. One day a big Irish setter followed us home on our bicycles, as he was prone to do. The cat promptly ran him off. That summer my Aunt and Uncle stopped by with their little beagle who wouldn't hurt a fly... but it sure put that cat in it's place.

 

[BravoXray]

It's funny how a thread will lanquish forgotten, then rejuvenate. Colonel is one big a** cat. Are you sure that his mother didn't mate with a mountain lion?

One of the three black cats I have had over the years, I inherited from my son when he moved to a apartment that didn't allow pets. Nikki was pretty big, a year before he got a tumor and had to be put down, he weighed a tad over 17 pounds and he wasn't fat. He was always bring leftover parts of gophers, mice, voles, rabbits and various birds up to the porch door to share with me.

 

[John Skull]

It's funny how a thread will lanquish forgotten, then rejuvenate. Colonel is one big a** cat. Are you sure that his mother didn't mate with a mountain lion?

Haha, yep he's a big one, over 20 lbs. and extremely quick and agile. He has survived here in the woods with lots of screaming coyotes out there. We're not sure of his ancestry but he has some human characteristics and carries himself like a panther.:mischievous:

 

[2LaneCruzer]

My in-laws had a gray shorthair Tom cat "Meese". He was about average size, maybe 15 pounds but mean as snot. I picked him up a couple times and he was solid muscle. He killed everything that came in their yard, including an adult racoon (no small feat for a house cat). He had this opossum he let eat with him until it was full grown then he killed it .
One day I heard mother-in-law feeding Meese on their back porch when I see a neighbors rottweiler trotting down the alley to get some of Meese's food.
This I gotta see, so I quickly ran around to the back yard.
Meese had this funny "ninja" like fighting technique where he'd lower his head then his claws were straight out like a blurr. Uh-oh...the dog went for his food, Meese lowered his head. All I saw was the rottweiler rolling backwards, blood spurting, the dog went home yelping.
A few minutes go by...phone rings, wife answers. A neighbor lady's yelling "your cat just tore up our dog!" Wife calmly said "Your dog was in our yard eating my cat's food, and if it was MY rottweiler I'd be too embarrassed to call". She hung up.

:laughing::laughing::laughing:

 

[PILOON]

In my mother's youth she has a pet skunk, pet raccoon and later on a pet crow.
Family was real animal lovers.
Funniest was the crow as he shared meals with the dog and learned to bark.
Was often seen riding on the dogs back.
That crow also became the 'watch dog' and would bark to announce visitors.
The crow was however a thief.
The FIL was a commercial artist that lettered vehicles and the crow would steal his paint brushes as the ferrules would be attractive prizes.
From time to time FIL had to climb on the roof to recuperate his 'borrowed' brushes.
That barking crow would migrate annually but come back every spring and 'bark' his return.

Crows are super smart, they know the difference between a shotgun and a painted broomstick.
Inlaws were ardent outdoors types and crow shooting was cheap target practice in those days.
Besides clay pidgins (skeet) cost money and crows were free.

 

[cqaigy2]

Speaking of cats. We had one, tuxedo markings, not particularly large, Abigail. She killed many rabbits. We had a number of trusses stacked against an out building, with plywood decking stack against the trusses. Come summer we were putting up the shop, pull the plywood away and in the cavity the trusses made was a pile of skeletons, cat, possum, many mice.

When we were building our house, we stayed in my parents 5th wheel. At night, Abigail used to climb up the ladder on the back of the camper and meow at the vent, right overhead the bed, so i'd open it up and she'd jump down to the bed. I thought it was great, not having to get up in the middle of the night, to let the cat in. So of course, one night, Abigail's meowing at the overhead vent, i open it up, and she drops a dead bloody rabbit through the vent, onto the bed. My wife and i weren't too happy about that.