Snagged

I once had neighbors with a grandson named Zan (after Tarzan, actually).

I had a black cat named Jesse that used to terrorize the other cats. If they did anything he didn't like or if they got too much attention from me (or any attention) he would attack them. I tried to pet the others when he wasn't in the room, so they didn't pay the price. He picked on one more than the others for some reason. They were so scared of him, they would let him eat first and everything. They would just sit back until he was done and walked away before they went to the bowl.

All my strays are sweet! Jack (one-eyed Jack, named by the neighbor) loves to be petted so much that even though he's hungry he'd rather have affection. I was sitting on the porch with him and finally figured he'd had enough after ten minutes so I told him I was taking the food inside, got up and picked up the bowl. He meowed and batted at the dish, asking that it be put down. Then he began to eat. Such a sweet cat, so hungry for affection! He is one of many that know there's a sucker living at this address!

I USED to. Ping was sooo sweet. Pong, too! I surely do miss them both... Maggiepie "If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks & the corporations that grow up around them will deprive the people of all property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." ~ Thomas Jefferson

I haven't had a cat in several years. I really do like them but I decided I can afford with the dog and the horse. I'm just glad none of these cats were hurt. At the same time, it seems a little comical to me, lol! I hope I'm not laughing at something I shouldn't be.

I have a sweet cat, Tails is her name. We rescued her from a life on the streets. She is the most lovable cat. It took her a long time to trust us because she had been misused and abandoned as a kitten. She is a very small cat probably due to the fact that she was close to starving when we recued her. She was living in a dumpster and half crazed when we took her in. She was terrified of everything and would only come out from hiding when we were sleeping. It took her a very long time but she did grow to trust us. Now she is even approaching visitors in our home, something she has never done before. She had been hiding when we have visitors. Now she approaches us for cuddles, she is so sweet. She is still timid, if you move to quick she starts and runs but she has come a long way from the frightened little cat we took in. She is an indoor cat, we don't even worry about her sneaking out on us, she is terrified of outdoors. I have tried to take her out in my backyard with me but she hunkers all down and will not move. I have decided she doesn't need to be out it frightens her too much. I do open my upstairs bedroom window, which is screened so she can't fall out and she lies on the windowsill in the sun and gets fresh air.

Poor little Ping I do not have a sweet little Cat like Ping but I do Have Gissi lol And as full of mischief and cheek he is he is also the sweetest little Baby and second comes Zero the Puppy lol who I look after now and again he is a lot like Gissi lol as he started to copy things Gissi does

I have no bad cats, I have an old one, and a strange one, and a lovey baby. The old one gets grumpy on occasion, and will snag anyone who goes by. My strange one will grab your hand and lick it and chew it, purring all the while.The lovey one does not bite, or chew. He will get right in your face and purr and lay his head on your hand, etc. He is a long haired baby who purrs almost constantly.

oh god i hate when they do that.unhooking them while they're most likely freaking usually = clawed. they vary.my boo who is usually good has moments where he just starts crap and won't quit.usually with the calico who is always borderline pissy.

All of my cats are sweet, but Kit Kat will definitely take a swat at anybody who invades her zone when she's in the wrong mood. Tortie attitude maybe...

Yeah, my cat, Bean, is a big ol' sweetheart of a kitty. He loves everybody. He even tries to show my dogs that he loves them but they don't usually appreciate his efforts, naughty dogs! My husband's cat, Bitsy, well, let me just say that I, along with several members of my husband's family, exchange the 's' in Bitsy to 'ch' because she really is one. She's the meanest cat I've ever known. When she's in a bad mood, she'll attack from across the room if you look at her wrong. When she's in one of her good moods, she just lies somewhere where she can see everything going on and just glares. Hoo boy! She's one mean kitty! Both of my dogs and my cat give her a WIDE berth when they need to get past her. At times, not only my dogs and cat but also I have been trapped if she's blocking a doorway or hallway and refuses to budge. Her one fear is a plastic grocery bag so I make sure I have at least one spare bag in every room because I'll shake it at her and she runs off as fast as she can. It was pretty funny here once because I was outside doing some gardening, maybe 10 feet from the front door. Bitsy ran out of the house, attacked my foot, then ran back inside the house. Well, I was in no mood to just let her get away with it so I went inside, grabbed a plastic bag and started chasing her all over the house. We ended up in the basement, in our spare bedroom, where she had run to the far corner, behind a chair. Hmmm, now that I think of it, since that time she hasn't attacked me. I guess she knows I won't put up with her meanness anymore. Stupid cat. Actually, when we had her at the vet's recently because she was a very sick kitty with a urinary tract infection, I learned a bit about these mean cats. At least mean cats who don't have any obvious reason for being so mean. The vet asked if Bitsy was bottle fed. We said yes. My husband got her as an abandoned kitten before her eyes were even open and he bottle fed her. The vet said that bottle fed kittens generally form an incredibly strong bond with their feeder and resent anyone else getting close, including other animals. So, she loves my husband but only tolerates me and that's only because I'm the keeper of the plastic bags.

Sleepy is my one and only. For the most part, he a sweetie pie. In fact, I've often said that we should have named him Lover Boy instead of Sleepy. Technically, he's my cat, but he frequently seems to prefer my husband. This is in spite of the fact that he (my husband) growls at him and hollers for him to get out of his way. That cat is so loving that I have often wondered that we should have gotten two cats so that they would have each other and not be so dependent on us humans for affection. Don't get me wrong.I love my cat, but I can't just sit and hold him all day long. I have things to do. I think that is why he sometimes seems to prefer my husband. He has more time to just sit and hold that cat. They even take naps together in the recliner. I do have one problem with Sleepy. Maybe another cat lover can help. Sometimes when we are not paying attention to Sleepy, he will bite. Usually, he just makes us feel his teeth, but he has brought blood. Less frequently, he will bite to show his displeasure.

We have a little angel disguised as a cat named Rosie. She is an abused stray we adopted almost seven years ago. She is a timid little thing and she was afraid of men for a long time; she has just got used to my husband during the last year! She is a sweet kitty and won’t even bother with a pet budgie. Our other cat Hewy is a hairy handful on four legs! He is only one and runs around like a lunatic, has broken things, knocked the bird cage over and annoyed Rosie no end! Talk about opposites!

Oh, the shenanigans of cats! They do get into some crazy situations, don't they! We used to have two cats, a female much older than the younger male. The male cat would pick on our female cat something fierce at times. They were both sweethearts really, but we had to constantly get after the male to stop him from picking on the female. I think it was a territorial or dominance thing even though both of them had been spayed/neutered. Fortunately, the female often took refuge in my bedroom and the male would rarely even venture in there at all. So she did have a safe place to retreat to. Perhaps it was because the female knew I would protect her there, and the male knew I would protect her too! Otherwise, I never had a "bad" cat really and the vast majority of all the cats we've ever had have always gotten along quite nicely most of the time.