Archive for September, 2014

Gallery: Turnip

Saturday, September 20th, 2014

Name: Turnip
Location: Facebook

Turnip in Ohio

One tree left and I can qualify for Erosion Cat of the Year!

What makes Turnip so mean?

Turnip recently, um, turned up at our house in Athens, Ohio, and he’s been terrorizing us for a month now. Though he is not quite 4 months old, he has left our lives in a shambles. He calls long distance and orders live mice by the dozen; he has felled all the trees in our yard with his terrible claws; most terrifyingly, sometimes head of staff David wakes up at night with Turnip cowering over him, making odd purring noises. David doesn’t know what this means, but he figures his time is limited on this earth. Please keep David in your thoughts, and also his soon-to-be widow, Christine. I’ve seen the way Turnip looks at her – she’s next.

If anyone wants to check on Turnip’s reign of terror, look for his chief of staff on Facebook – David Roche in Athens, Ohio.

Photo submitted by: David

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Gallery: Akeem

Friday, September 19th, 2014

Name: Akeem
Location: Lago Vista, TX

Akeem the mean

Apparently my human mistakes SOHC membership for psychosis. Silly biped.

What makes Akeem so mean?

This is Akeem, whose full name is Akeem Bathsheba, Queen of the Universe.

Akeem is now 12 years old and has mellowed over the years, from frankly psychotic to merely bad-tempered.

Her chief pleasures in life are baiting human children so that she can wallop them and whaling the tar out of neighborhood kittens. Oh, and lying in the sun.

Photo submitted by: Julia Welch

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Gallery: Mischa

Thursday, September 18th, 2014

Name: Mischa
Location: Perth, W. AU

I'm in therapy for those embarrassing timid phases. My goal is to be a meankitty 100%!

I’m in therapy for those embarrassing timid phases. My goal is to be a meankitty 100%!

What makes Mischa so mean?

Mischa is schizophrenic. She is either totally timid, afraid of noises, other cats, dogs, the vacuum cleaner, lawn mower etc, or the complete opposite.

One thing she is never afraid of is the cat brush or whoever is using it on her. Show her the brush and she goes into immediate attack mode, taking flesh with her.

When she’s in her tigress mode, she arches her back, moving sideways like a crab, and dares you to move. If you do, she attacks ankles, calves, knees, and enjoys pouncing from nowhere and kicking me in the legs before running off and hiding, ready to pounce once more. She has a scratching post which has not been touched because she prefers to shred the couches and dining chairs.

When just a kitten, her favourite pastime was to climb the feature brick walls to the ceiling. She will drink from nothing but the birdbath in the yard, which she has to stretch from rocks to reach.

UPDATED SEPTEMBER 2014: Now that Mischa is older and in ill health, she still fits the mean kitty bill and hasn’t lost the ability to draw blood from my legs, particularly when another cat is around. However, the brush she fought so hard against back in the day is something she demands many times a day as her medium hair is now very long hair. In fact the vet had to shave her chest today because of fur matting.

Photo submitted by: Reg

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