Gallery: Waldo

March 27th, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Waldo
Location: His Department

Waldo is right here

Whaddya mean, where's Waldo? I'm right here, ya ijjit!

What makes Waldo so mean?

Waldo is a mean kitty because he knocks stuff down, wakes me up too early, chews his sister’s whiskers, howls all the time, and just wrecks everything.

Photo submitted by: Elizabeth


Gallery: Vincent

March 26th, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Vincent
Location: Unknown

Vincent the meankitty

No, no, not the light, not the light! IT BURNS!

What makes Vincent so mean?

Vincent got his head crushed in the garage door and I guess it drove him insane with rage. He only takes a good picture sleeping. If you wake him up he’ll follow you around and slap you, staring you down until you finally hide from him. One time I was awoken late at night by a commotion of meows and hissing in my garage. Apparently a neighborhood cat had wandered in through our ground vent and Vincent had cornered him. The owner wasn’t happy but the kitty Vincent nearly murdered is thankful to still be alive but I guess he won’t go outside anymore and walks with a limp.

Vincent needs his own personal litterbox and gets absolutely furious if anyone goes near it when he’s in the same room. His front claws are removed and if he ever feels like clawing though he hugs you and uses the back claws, sort of mule kicking. Mostly though he bites really hard. I had to get a couple stitches in my finger after an incident. We don’t own Vincent, he owns us.

Photo submitted by: Darryl


Gallery: Gabba

March 25th, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Gabba
Location: Kaloomps, BC Canada

Gabba was a meankitty

You can call me can call me can call me slouchy...just don't call me fat! Or else.

What makes Gabba so mean?

Gabba wasn’t really a “mean kitty”, but she didn’t have either any trouble or hesitations of voicing her discomfort(s)/dislike(s) of people, places or things. From what I have heard calicos are just a wee bit tempermental. Her life before me granted her that right. Her former owner was a druggie and mistreated her in several ways Meankitty is opting not to share with delicate, underage viewers whose parents might get ticked off if we printed stuff like that. (!!) (And doesn’t that sound more ominous and dire than the real thing? Seriously. It’s all about the power of the imagination.) That sort of life style for people is hard enough, but to bring a cat(s) into must be equally as hard on the animal.

Once we crossed paths, I became her human. She had no trouble now being a fat and lazy cat. Most people called her “fat cat” when they first would see her, but I would put an end to it right there. Thought it was funny that people can say such things about an animal without giving it a second thought, but heaven forbid if I were to walk up to someone say, “You’re fat.” That would be considered very offensive. She seem to take all in stride, or just didn’t care.

She loved sitting on the couch, thus erned the the nickname “couch slouch” (darn good song by D.R.I.). Speaking of punk music she seemed to care little, or dare I say might even of liked some of the noise that blasted from my record player; just maybe she learned to put up with it. Her favorite toy was string on a stick, which taught me about the simple things in life. (Meankitty’s note: so would the 3 chords in a lot of punk rock *wink*) Feed her three times a day, play with her a bit, let her have her place on the couch and a snuggle before lights out, or while I read in bed, and she was extremly content with life.

When I did find her, she was already an old cat with some health issues. They slowly got worse, even more of them. After five great years of having her in my life, I lost her. Given her hard life, that was the “classy” way to let go.

The guy with charged hair and sun glasses in her picture is whom she is named after: Gabba from Chaos UK.

Submitted by: Chuckie Hardcore

RIP Mean Gabba!


Gallery: Ace

March 24th, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Ace
Location: Caspar, WY, at a machine shop

Ace is a meankitty

Who needs a watchdog or a burglar alarm when you have me?

What makes Ace so mean?

Ace is definitely a mean kitty. Though just a kitten he has a really mean streak. He took over as shop cat from Rufus who sadly passed away last spring and was a nice friendly kitty. Ace was hired as a replacement and he seemed to be a nice gentle kitten….

Until he grew up a bit.

Ace is destructive

The feather toy was hardly a challenge to my destructo-kitty mode.

He used to rest on his kitty slave’s bosom and purr away. Now he lies in wait for customers to come into the shop. Pet him and he’ll turn around and grab your hand and bite you! Hard! It makes no difference if you are male or female, employee or customer. Pet him and you suffer. He also likes to nibble on his meankitty slave, Christy. She is the one who saved him from the local kill shelter and does he show appreciation? NO! She suffers with the rest of us. He tears up toys in no time flat. I used to take him a toy from time to time, but why waste money? It’s in pieces before you leave the office. He tore up one rather largeish mouse toy in 20 minutes. So, if you need machine work on something, call first and see if Ace is in the office; if he is go directly to the shop.

Ace is a meankitty

Hey...hey, okay down there? I didn't realize the sight of your own blood made you woozy.

As Ace grows, we all wonder what he’ll be like. A terror no doubt! He doesn’t do touchy-feely, he does ouchy-bleedy!

Submitted by: Sue K.


Gallery: Curious

February 3rd, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Curious?
Location: Indiana

Curious is a meankitty

The slave is nothing but a heating pad with skin to me...oh, and opposable thumbs for the can opener.

What makes Curious? so mean?

Her first act of meanness was walking into my apartment one night and adopting me. I suddenly had to come up with a $150 pet deposit so I could keep her. She lulled me by acting sweet and cuddly, but all she really wanted to do was take naps on my chest (or my side or back, whichever was facing up).

She likes to randomly bite my ankles and arms. I can just be sitting at my desk and she will come across the room to attack me. She also likes to hide underneath anything on the floor and gets mad when she gets stepped on. She blends into the carpet and lies in wait to trip me up when I go to the bathroom in middle of the night.

She also insists on helping me take my baths by sitting on the edge of the tub and licking my arms and legs.

Photo submitted by: Michael


Gallery: Sweepy

February 2nd, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Sweepy
Location: UK

Sweepy is mean

Miaow? Time for food? Miaow? Why not? Miaow? How about some food? Miaow? Miaow? MIAOW!

What makes Sweepy so mean?

Sweepy is a permanently hungry and very noisy kitty who likes nothing better than to stand outside the bedroom door from about 5am miaowing until you wake up and feed him. Actually, he miaows all day for food! It’s very annoying.

What makes it worse is when the other cat, Venus, torments Sweepy by trying to do things he’s just been told off for – sort of like “Ha ha, I can do what I want and they won’t shout at me cos I’m cuter than you”. That never goes over well.

Submitted by: Susan


Gallery: Fluffy

February 1st, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Fluffy
Location: Backyard

Fluffly is a meankitty

One guess what I'm doing in this photo... Heh heh heh.

What makes Fluffy so mean?

Don’t let the sappy name fool you. Fluffy’s harmless with humans, but most other kitties–watch out! He steals my other cat’s food (in addition to eating his own) and will actually shove Max (the nice kitty) out of the way to get to it. He’s also a chaser. My late cat Bosco took to living in the basement to avoid him chasing her and batting at her with his paws. Amazingly enough, I still adore him.

Submitted by: Denise


Gallery: Bogart

January 31st, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Bogart
Location: Unknown

Bogart aka Bogie is a meankitty

Did you know that cats can regenerate several rows of teeth like sharks? Okay, not really.

What makes Bogie so mean?

This is Bogie, short for Bogart. He was a hellacious mean kitty when he was little. This pic kind of says it all! He is a lump of love now though.

Bogie's teeth are scary

But it's a great close up of my teenaged double fang action, huh?

Meankitty’s note: Bogey as an adult has turned into a “lump of love” (direct quote) and has been kicked out of the SOHC for overt niceness. But we respect the good work he did while in his youth.

Submitted by: Diana


Gallery: Berlin

January 30th, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Berlin
Location: Unknown

Berlin is a meankitty

The sleeping Jesse day... What a pleasant memory! Thanks for reminding me.

What makes Berlin so mean?

This is my mean kitty Berlin. If you cross him, he doesn’t forget about it. My fiance’s cousins, Jesse & Cody, played tug of war with him once when he was a kitten. He’s 12 now and he still hisses and growls at them. He sat on Jesse’s face while he was sleeping and Jesse had to go to the hospital (he’s allergic to cats). His face was swollen up like an over-ripe watermelon.¬†Berlin has¬†actually tried to kill guests he doesn’t like who come into his home by grabbing their legs and shoving them down the stairs. Mean Kitty!

Submitted by: Catherine


Gallery: Wally Moto

January 29th, 2014  / Author: Meankitty

Name: Wally Moto
Location: Texas

Wally is mean

This is me at 3 days, after clawing through the siding. Man, that was hard work.

What makes Wally so mean?

My name is Wally Moto and I am the meanest kitty in the State/Republic of Texas. When I was two days old my Biological Mom dropped me between the walls of my Dad’s shop (something about my constant whining). I meowed for a day and a half until my dad heard me and removed the siding from the outside of the building. Yeah, that siding and insulation would have been history if I’d stayed in there any longer. He dubbed me Wally and mom added the Moto because she said I looked Siamese.

He SHOULD have pulled me out sooner–I’ve been retaliating ever since. My favorite target is my slave Mom. I let her know in no uncertain terms where she may go in the house and yard. She sure looks silly with all those band-aids on her legs and arms. If Dad catches me, he makes me leave Mom alone. I usually just freeze on her leg and hope he won’t notice me.

Wallly is mean

This is me laughing at Mom running from the possibly rabid chipmunk I loosed in her vicinity.

I demand daily treats and yowl constantly (when I’m not hissing). I take daily inventory of the house, garage, and yard to see if anything has changed. When I’m patrolling Dad calls me the “Little General”. I love to shower daily affection on my dad. He rules! I let my Mom hold me for a few minutes each morning–I HAVE to do this because she buys my food, feeds me, opens the door when I want in or out, de-fleas me, takes me to the vet, pays my vet bills and defends me when Dad says I’m worthless. So I figure I can tolerate fifteen minutes a week from her. Besides, she trainable.

I enjoy killing birds, mice/rats, and lizards. I leave them on the back step so Dad can see them and Mom can dispose of them. I attack dogs if they come in the front yard, cats if they even look in my yard, and the mailman and I have had a few rounds. At just under twenty pounds, it’s my way or blood will be let. Go ahead and squirt me with the water hose–I love water.

Wally is mean

This is me about to pounce Mom's face. That camera is NO protection!

Mom wrote this ballad for me when she realized my biological Mom dropped me down the wall on purpose. If you hum “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” in your head, you’ll be able to sing the ballad.

The Ballad of Wally Moto

My name is Wally Moto and I’m a little cat!
My mama she was Siamese and my daddy he was black.
I am an evil kitty,
I have been since my spawn.
My mama didn’t want me so she dropped me down the wall!
But I don’t look back,
I’m a cat.
I like to claw and I like to scratch.
I don’t look back,
I’m just a cat.
I like to paw and I like to claw.

Photo submitted by: Wally’s humans