Posts Tagged ‘biter’
Friday, November 7th, 2014
Luggage Theft Defense Device, Feline style
What makes Loki so mean?
We named our kitten “Loki” after the Norse god of mischief, fun, and tricks. Loki has certainly lived up to his name because anything that moves is fair game for his version of tricks!
In this first picture he has purposefully packed himself into my daughter’s luggage to await unsuspecting passersby.
They keep hiding my treats...but I'm getting better at finding them!
In the second picture he is getting a fix on a concealed hand inside the blue sweatshirt. He is gentle with his claws—good thing as there are 22 of them since he is polydactyl on all 4 feet—but what he lacks in meanness claw-wise, he more than makes up for it by using his teeth on everyone and everything!
Photo submitted by: Gail
Thursday, November 6th, 2014
I love your website! I thought we were the only ones with a mean kitty! I will send photo/information about her soon. Can you tell me what to do to keep her from biting? We have tried everything from spraying her with a water bottle to actually biting her back!
Biting, schmiting. You could try rubbing tobasco sauce or minced garlic all over and maybe your kitty won’t like the taste. Of course, you might not like it either, but your comfort isn’t a real goal here.
Wednesday, November 5th, 2014
I actually roll on their dark colored carpets after my chimney adventures, but they just don't notice, heh heh heh. You should see their nasty socks!
What makes Ursula so mean?
Ursula is a mean kitty for many reasons. She grew up at the Vet Clinic where her mom-slave works. When she was a little baby kitten we called her the firestarter because she was so evil. We would say that bread on her chin was full of goblins.
Eventually her hypnotic suggestions worked and Ursula came to live with the slaves in question. Ursula worked part time at the clinic to keep her benefits until getting fired for biting her boss.
Hey, it's comfy!
Why did she bite her? Because she’s Ursula and she can. She went home and celebrated being fired by chasing her sister until the poor cat dropped. Aside from biting people and cheese, Ursula enjoys chimneys and dirty underwear. She loves to get in the fireplace and get ash all over the carpet because it’s white! And she loves to roll and around and sleep in dirty underwear.
Ursula is still currently unemployed and looking, so if you need a chimney sweep or dirty underwear chewer, she’s your girl!
Ursula lives with Picasso.
Photo submitted by: Chris and Callie
Wednesday, July 30th, 2014
Name: Violent Bob
Location: Bristol, England
Blood looks so striking and artistic on my white, white fur.
What makes Bob so mean?
Bob, when this photo was taken, was only eight weeks old but showing every sign of living up to his moniker. His favorite activities? Drawing blood and biting the ears of his brother Vic, sometimes simultaneously. He also loves clawing my back.
Photo submitted by: Jim
Sunday, May 18th, 2014
Touch my head and I'll bite ya. Ah, heck, I'll bite ya anyway!
What makes Biter so mean?
This is such a mean kitty. When you wake up, first thing she does is attack your leg and bite it. She refuses to ‘fetch’. She bites your hand if you try to pet her while she is sleeping, and sometimes when you walk around a corner, she’s waiting for you (very patiently) then jumps on your leg like a magnet and starts biting and biting. That’s why her name is what it is. If she loses her ball, she makes ME get it! As if she can’t get it herself. She would make a terrible goalie.
Submitted by: Aaron
Wednesday, March 26th, 2014
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
Wednesday, January 15th, 2014
Location: Alberta, Canada
I am feeling the sudden onset of general emotional numbing and chronic pain, simultaneously! Go away, Cujo, and leave me alone!
What makes Cujo so mean?
Long-term effects of domestic violence on kittens who have been abused by Cujo may include:
* chronic depression
* chronic pain
* drug and alcohol dependence
* eating disorders
* emotional “over-reactions” to stimuli
* general emotional numbing
* health problems
* panic attacks
* poor adherence to medical recommendations
* repeated self-injury
* self neglect
* sleep disorders
* strained family relationships
The mission of Young Kittens Working Together is to recognize and free the potential of mistreated kitties everywhere.
Photo submitted by: The Storms
Monday, January 13th, 2014
Location: Perth, W. Australia
Stop or I'll fong you! Real bad, too.
What makes Loxley so mean?
This is Loxley, named after Robin of Loxley (Robin Hood). He’s 2 years old and weighs in at 9kg (almost 20 lbs!), and he’s a big softy.
This is me fonging you.
But then there’s the times he wants what we call “a fonging”– to wrestle, bite, claw, rake, chew, gnaw on us. With that weight behind him, he packs a serious punch.
Photo submitted by: Andrew
I am worn out from all the fonging.
Tuesday, October 1st, 2013
I'm this black and shiny because I use Gee Your Tongue Smells Terrific.
What makes Jupiter so mean?
This is Jupiter. He may look like a sweet, fluffy, perfect specimen of felinity, but he is not. Jupiter is a mean kitty. Back in the heyday of his evil, he would jump up on the kitchen table as we were eating and lay down, flexing the claws in his right paw threateningly. In 1998, he attacked a door to door salesman, cornered a friend in the bathroom, and had a showdown with another friend on the kitchen table on a three day rampage. He was diagnosed by the veterinarian with “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” syndrome. The vet prescribed him Paxil, but it was to no avail.
Jupiter refused to take the medicine. If we hid it in a plate of tuna, he ate around the pill. If we tried to shove it down his throat, we ended up with scabs on our throats. When we did give him the medicine, he seemed calmer and sweet and stopped coming up to you purring, inviting you to pet him, then attacking when you let your guard down. But it was a thirty minute ordeal getting him his medicine every day. And I was losing a lot of blood. We took him back to the vet, who offered to put him to sleep. (Apparently during his last visit Jup had made an enemy of Dr. Stevens.) We said HELL NO — after all, we love our mean kitty.
Once after being at the vet, Jupiter would not come out of his cage. He stayed in the back and yowled like a lion, biting fiercely and kicking with his back legs against anyone or anything that came this way. Eventually my husband got him out of the cage but Jup tore through the leather gloves he was wearing, tearing a huge hole in my husband’s hands. And still, once a week or so, when the stars are misaligned, he goes on a rampage — may the other household cats and plants forgive him.
Photo submitted by: Mary
Wednesday, August 28th, 2013
You rude human! Point at me, will you?
What makes Sylvester so mean?
Sylvester has a tendency to bite anything that’s shoved in his face so if you poke a finger in his direction you shouldn’t be surprised that he bites it.
Though I don’t care for the taste of human flesh, I will now teach you what happens when you dare point at me.
We have a pair of cat wrangling gloves, purchased at a hardware store (okay, they’re supposed to be work gloves) and putting them on when dealing with Sly results in him redoubling his efforts such that your skin would be ripped off if you didn’t have those gloves on. He’s now learned that if he goes for the arm just above the glove he gets better results (ie loud shouts of pain).
Gloves will not save you.
For all that he’s really a very loving and friendly cat who came to me when some folks moved out of town, back to England, almost 5 years ago.
Photos submitted by: Pam