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Gallery: Glenn (2)

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

Name: Glenn (2)
Location: NJ

Glenn the Houdini Cat

Mmmmm! Tastes like chicken poop!

What makes Glenn so mean?

Glenn, a Russian Blue, was a gift to me from my husband when I moved to Israel to be with him, but we’ve since come back to the U.S. and currently reside in New Jersey. When Glenn was a baby in Israel, he used to sneak out and terrorize our neighbor’s chickens. He’d come back covered in chicken poop and I’d have to give him a bath. If we left the house and didn’t separate him and our dog, Punto, we’d come back to find little streaks of blood all over the wall because Glenn had attacked the poor dog’s tail until it bled.

When we decided to come back to the States, of course we weren’t going to leave our animals behind, so we got their papers in order, and we were instructed by the vet to give them sedatives for the 9 hour flight from Israel to Newark, New Jersey. Well, a mere cat carrier is no match for our meankitty, and somehow he escaped enroute to the airplane! When we were on the tarmak, boarding the plane with the rest of the passengers, we asked one of the officials about our animals and they said, “Are you the ones with the cat? He escaped and ran over that way, they’re looking for him now.” Then she pointed about a mile down the way to some hangars. Long story short, we wouldn’t get on the plane without Glenn, and they wouldnt take our luggage off because in Israel that’s against regulations, so my husband went off with some airport workers and searched for Glenn. Eventually he found him hiding under some crates. We got him back in his carrier, which by then the airport workers had taped all up and down, and onto the plane and we boarded. We delayed a plane full of people for 2 hours. Oh, the glares we got when we finally got on the plane.

Glenn Again

I could have delayed that plane for 4 hours, but I got bored of the hangar.

He pees on things when he’s mad, is grumpy and reclusive and the only human he semi-tolerates is me. Recently we got a new kitten and it’s gone pretty well, but Glenn loves to make sure little Remmy knows exactly who’s boss of this mob.

Photos submitted by: Elizabeth B.

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Gallery: Echo

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

Name: Echo
Location: Dallas, TX

Echo the Meankitty

C'mere, Blondie, I need to sharpen my claws.

What makes Echo so mean?

Echo (the grey) is the world’s worst kitty guest! She came to our house to be cat-sat and ended up ruling the roost. She tormented our other cats ceaselessly, chasing them to and fro and back and forth until they all went outside to hide.  

When they did that, Echo, who had been an inside cat all her life, decided she must go outside to torment them more. This was on the day that her owners were due to fetch her. Wily as a cat, she slipped out the front door and was gone, searching for those local kitties, before we could say “Hey, come back here!”

It was raining that day, a miserable soaking drizzle, and the weather was cold. We tramped around outside, calling and calling for that d*mn cat. We found our cats, hiding out in the shed, but no sign of the Houdini Echo.  

Her owner was not best pleased when he arrived to pick up his beloved bed buddy. Sweet butterball Echo (that’s what HE thought of her) was lost in the rainy wilderness. However, with one call of the owner’s voice, we all heard a piteous mewing commence. Following it to its source, there crouched Echo, 30 feet up an oak tree shivering miserably on a branch. Coaxing her to come down was now the owner’s job, thank goodness, and we never cat-sat for her again, not that we were asked to. 

Photo submitted by: Matt-Matt-Matt
Note: RIP Echo

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