Nice start to the day!

True story: When we first got our cat Gus (who’s doing fine now, BTW), I unthinkingly started the vacuum cleaner in the room next to where he was snoozing.

Next thing I hear is CLATTERclatterclatter as he flees for his life through the catflap. We look outside, and he’s 20 feet up a pine tree in the garden, which he must have literally run up, and he’s crying piteously and shows no ability to get down on his own, despite repeated coaxing.

Cue a harrowing 20 minutes stalking him with a ladder, and a very scary 30 seconds when I finally managed to grab him, backing down the ladder, whimpering, “Please don’t claw me, please don’t claw me ....”

I know it’s mean, but I’ve watched it, like, five times—and it cracks me up every time. (My cats, however, were not amused.)

That cracked me up too.  With 2 cats and 2 dogs in residence we just routinely refer to the vacuum cleaner as “the monster”.

Sure, fun’s fun—until you wake up to find cat poop on your pillow.

Abuse and cruelty not allowed.

But being mean to a cat occasionaly is justified payback.

we just routinely refer to the vacuum cleaner as “the monster”.

Ha! We do that here too. To the point where our verb for using the vacuum cleaner is “to monst.”

Now witness the power of this fully armed and operational battle station!

Best Cat v Vacuum story ever written:

My very first cat was deaf for the last 5 years of her life; she went from scared to death of the Suck Monster to absolutely loving a good vacuum grooming session.

Am I mistaken or did the herd of kitties manage to turn the vacuum on themselves?  Nope, it looks as if the owner had some fun at their expense (and probably prevented some serious damage to their Oreck).

Funnest times with my cats is when they manage to “do it” to themselves.  Every great once in a while, I make the mistake of leaving a plastic bag on the floor and one of the puddies manages to slip it’s head in the handle, and decides that the only way to get it off is to run around the apartment like a maniac with the bag flying behind like a cape.  SUPERKITTY!  I know, I know, she could hurt herself doing that, but I don’t do it on purpose (I’m usually pretty good about cat-proofing the place since two of my cats seem to have a perpetually unfulfilled death wish) But, man, is it hilarious when it happens.

Highlarious vid! Thanks for that one…

Oh, Patrick, you reminded me of my own Roomba of Doom to Cats story: