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July 16th, 2010  / Author: Meankitty

While simplicity and spelling errors have their place on the feline internet, if you long for something more substantial… If you know in your heart of hearts that kitties are not sweet or kind or cuddly…

This is the place for an in-depth revelation of kitty antics that are *not* so cute, the place where the real face of kitty is revealed. This is…

Meankitty.com. We’re happy to flea you. I mean, see you. Kitties do like their fresh meat.


Gallery: Ghost

March 16th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Ghost
Location: Chapin, SC


No, I said turn RIGHT. Sheesh.

What makes Ghost so mean?

Whatever nanochip in feline brains that determines meankitties starts ’em young. Ghost is only 5 months old and I have had him since 10 weeks. In the shop, he was the kitten everyone wanted: house trained, playful, vocal, friendly…

And then we got him home. When he wants to play or be petted, he’s wonderful. However, if you don’t want to play when Ghost says it’s playtime, or if you want a purring kitty in your lap and Ghosty says no way… well… I have scars already. Where I once had a room covered in art and magazine clippings, pictures of bands, interesting advertisements (held up by over 1200 thumbtacks, YIKES!), most of it, where he can reach, has been torn down or ripped.

The worst is at night. I’d come home from a night out with friends and fall into bed about 4 AM. My leg would be curled up on the bed. One time when I woke, I’d apparently thrown my foot off the side of the bed, and it was bleeding. Guess why? He also likes to bite my hands if they are coming out from under the pillow and will eat my cellphone while I’m on it. The antenna is totally mangled.

Photo submitted by: MacKenzie


Gallery: Pumpkin

March 15th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Pumpkin
Location: NC


Garfield is a wuss.

What makes Pumpkin so mean?

Pumpkin is like Garfield’s evil twin. She is so fat that she can barely clean her own dingleberries off her fur and rarely gives the fur she can reach a good bath. She’s rather greasy.

She likes to get up in her feeding slave’s face and meow obnoxiously until fed. Her human (aka feeding slave and pooper scooper) has to feign sleep in order to avoid Pumpkin’s bad feline breath in her face at 6 am. If Pumpkin is not served on time or does not like the food put in her bowl, she will get revenge by pooping on the floor.

Pumpkin also has a hissing problem, terrible cat food breath, and a habit of swatting at people. She occasionally tries to bite. Her human tried to help her with her weight and self-esteem issues by putting her on an expensive kitty diet, but Pumpkin gained all the lost weight back as soon as the food was changed back to the regular stuff.

Another one of Pumpkin’s hobbies is leaving behind clumps of fur all over the drapes, chairs, and bedding. She has her human slave well-trained to serve her demanding whims.

Pumpkin lives with Twinkie.

Photo submitted by: Sandi


Gallery: Twinkie

March 15th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Twinkie
Location: NC


Actually I've been practicing to audition for Kitty Prison Break.

What makes Twinkie so mean?

Twinkie looks really sweet and while she lives with Pumpkin (aka Garfield’s evil twin), she doesn’t have Pumpkin’s bad habits such as pooping in retribution; she has even more insidious foul habits.

Twinkie eats cords. She constantly disconnects the phone, eats through cable wires, and causes much havoc and consternation at the computer desk. She is a menace. This tiny, eight pound cat can stuff herself into the tiniest of spaces to work her evil deeds. Apparently, she is so starved from Pumpkin eating all of her food, that she must rely on the high fiber of coaxial cable and electrical wiring to maintain her energy.

We suspect she is also protesting her feeding slave’s computer chat addiction.

Photo submitted by: Sandi


Gallery: Mr. Evil

March 14th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Mr. Evil
Location: The Woods of the Evil Dead

Mr Evil

A mighty hunter with his many trophies.

What makes Mr. Evil so mean?

Be careful what you wish for. I wanted a cat that was tough enough to survive the coyotes in the woods behind our house, so it made perfect sense to take one home that was already living in the woods. The result is Mr. Evil. The person who’d been feeding him gave me a sob story about how he was a really nice cat but his current owner was cruel. She had even seen the man shoot the cat with a pellet gun!

I am here to say, I can guarantee you he was acting in self-defense.

Mr. Evil

A mighty hunter prepares to fish out some new trophies. Oh, and see the thing on the wall behind me? Totally mine. Jackolope.

I let Mr. Evil out within hours of getting him home–he scared me. My neighbor asked what his name was and when I told her Mr. Evil, she immediately answered back, “That’s a good name for him.” Another neighbor said, “You know, if you got rid of Mr. Evil, it wouldn’t bother me at all”.

Hunting is the E-cat’s one true love, but he also enjoys causing pain. That is what likely lead to the pellet gun thing. When he isn’t eating squirrels (literally) he likes to torture shrews or birds and chew the tails off of lizards.

Photo submitted by: Bruce & Laura


Gallery: Booboo

March 13th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Booboo
Location: Unknown


They call me Booboo because I am always giving them bloody scratches and other booboos!

What makes Booboo so mean?

I’ve had Booboo since she was about 4 or 5 weeks old and she has always been the meanest cat I’ve ever seen. She’s 7 years old and a whopping 7lbs, but that doesn’t stop her from keeping the other 2 cats in our house in their place. She doesn’t like to be petted. She uses the bathroom floor as a litter box as often as she uses the box. She hisses, she scratches, she growls and she bites. And yet, I still love her.

Photo submitted by: Jennifer


Gallery: Boo (3)

March 13th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Boo (3)
Location: Washington State


When you take away my mosaic tile floors, I'm forced to find other places to hide my poo.

What makes Boo so mean?

Boo is the most evil thing ever to inhabit five and a half pounds of orange cat flesh.

If only I had known. I would have gotten a plant instead. I found a helpless little ball of orange fluff in a parking lot in Dallas in 1988. I took it in and fell in love with it, hiding it in my crappy ghetto apartment, avoiding the pet deposit on that roach motel. All these years later, Boo is a screaming, pissing, door-knocking at all hours, seventeen year old Bitch Royale De Luxe Orange Pussy: a special breed, of which there can be only one.

You see, she is the cat equivalent of the devil.

She practices blood curdling shrieking techniques and howls mournfully and bangs the bedroom door at regular intervals throughout the night. She cannot be let in, without whizzing a puddle in the corner; therefore, she cannot be let in. She sleeps all day, gathering strength for the night’s campaign of terror. She’s sleeping on top of the monitor as I type this, looking innocent and cute, thinking mayhem and human sleep deprivation.


Evil Boo and compatriot contemplate wire cutting techniques.

We had to purchase a large dog kennel for her to stay in when she has a particularly crabby moment, or day. She once took the other cat’s favorite toy, a fluffy piece of bunny fur, and placed it in the center of a fresh pile of pooh she had conveniently deposited in the mosaic doorway of our bedroom floor. She had been hoping Ray’s huge lumberjack boots would squish the pooh into the crevices of the tile mosaic, thus nailing both humans and the sweet black kitty in the same act of war.

She is the reason we have wood floors now. She is the reason there is an ugly dog kennel in my living room. She is the reason we take turns sleeping on the couch so that she will have some company and not feel completely ostracized from the family, though it only makes her slightly less of a bitch, and is only really effective if I do it. She is the reason I’ve spent thousands of dollars on veterinary care and kitty products. She’s the reason I’m going to buy some($&^@ kitty Prozac this month. We are going back to the vet to demand some chemical relief for her suffering and ours. It will probably cost as much as a car payment.

She probably hears voices in her head–“Meow. Mrrrrrooowwww! Never let the humans sleep! Meow! Meow! Poop on Everything! Meow! Meowwwwwww!!!”

Photo submitted by: Sandra


Gallery: Boo (2)

March 13th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Boo (Hiss!)
Location: Unknown

Boo Hiss

I hate kittens. Never had 'em, never wanted 'em. Why should I pretend to like them when their presence just means less attention for me?

What makes Boo so mean?

This is Boo. She can be very mean. When I introduced the kittens (Isis & Osiris) to her, she hissed for months! She would sniff my hand and if she detected “kitten” she would hiss at my hand & show me all her fangs! That’s how she got her nickname “Fangella”!

Photo submitted by: Deb


Gallery: Boo

March 13th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Boo
Location: Haunted House


I don't want to kill you, just rough you up a little. You've been bad.

What makes Boo so mean?

He attacks for no reason. He looks at you and you realize he will kill you if he can. Look out!

Photo submitted by: Tim


Gallery: Sterling & Silver

March 11th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Names: Sterling & Silver
Location: Land of Bast

Sterling and Silver Perry

We've been practicing our tag team slams and headlocks. Wanna wrestle?

What makes Sterling and Silver so mean?

Years ago in the land of Bast, a human slave lost Beowulf, a cranky and reclusive Siamese mix. The girl human slave cried and cried, every day for a YEAR, a lifetime. The boy human slave begged her to find new mistresses (this is where the story gets good), so enter US, Silver Belle Beaute on the left and Sterling Versailles on the right – meankitty queens of all, and baby, it is GOOD to be queen!

The slaves took this picture of us when we first moved to our Perrydom kingdom from the Siamese Rescue at 4 months. Yes, we are gorgeous. Yes we are soft as the finest silk. Yes our eyes are bluer than bluebells (thanks Bast we didn’t get stuck w that name, right?). They thought us sweet and adorable, but we soon showed them whose boss, with our adorable, shy baby kitty aka meankitty ways.

Our preferred activity is Wrestle mania. One of us waits from a secret ledge atop the tallest couch, and we FLY through the air, to surprise land on each other like a SUMO wrestler, and then roll around and around and around in a blur of grey and white…oh, I’m dizzy, stop you little P*&)(*&^^$&%(^^(!

Back to Wrestle mania. Sometimes, when we grudgingly give the 2 slaves time for bleary eyed coffee, we circle each other, ears pinned back, posturing to show who is the biggest fluffiest bad ass of Perrydom, where we reside, and BAM! One of leaps on the other like a SUMO wrestler…wait, I told this part.

The other fun things we do, simple because we are meankitties: we love to dive bomb Sophie the black mix calico and Indigo, the British short hair. Chasing the other 3 up and down the stairs like a herd of elephants and back down. Sitting on our back legs like meerkat and boxing each other like a kangaroo.

We also like to dive bomb the slaves too, since they always squeak with such surprise and outrage. Particularly from the tall chest behind the bed, where we lurk until 2 am and then drop down on unsuspecting, sleeping slaves around 3 am. This never falls to highly entertain, since there is always much squawking, arm waving, gesturing and lights on, so then we can really play on the bed with them.

We enjoy seeing our domain from new heights, like last week when I got stuck on top of the kitchen cabinets and couldn’t get down – they are Himalaya high. Girl slave had to get a ladder to retrieve me, funny!

Also entertainment: treat time, when our Royalness gets soft squishy treats, oh my! Flying fish toy with the pole, though we have managed to mangle them into Hades and beyond. We are on the 5th one this year, so far. Anything with feathers, including Girl Slaves beautiful hat from Cat land of Ireland with feathers – now a mangled sopping heap when she went downstairs and left it upstairs alone – for our feast. I have never seen such hopping and arm waving as that day.

We’ll share more of the trials and travails of Perrydom when we have time to do so again, adieu for now, meankitty audience.

Photos submitted by: Starr and Mike Perry


Gallery: Bagheera

March 10th, 2017  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Bagheera
Location: Louisville, KY


Hold still, I missed a spot! Of your skin.

What makes Bagheera so mean?

Bagheera has always been a feisty little tike, and growing up with a huge, 120 pound, rough playing German Shepherd did NOT help. He never played with other, more “chill” cats (aka “regular” cats) so even now that he’s older, Bagheera is used to the thick skinned dog he rough housed with before….which means my not-so-tough skin is sometimes in pieces.

Sometimes it’s to intentionally hurt you, but mostly the boy just plays too hard and gets people hurt. He especially likes to stalk you around corners, attack your ankles (which usually leaves you fallen on the floor) with both teeth AND claws, then speeds away as fast as possible to hide under the bed where you can’t catch him to wring his neck!!! Unfortunately, his mother (myself) can’t help but be obsessed with the little thing for whatever reason, not even I can figure it out. His nickname to everyone else is “Crack Kitty” because his eyes get so huge and crazy looking, and that’s when you know to run away.

Photo submitted by: Rebekah