Posts Tagged ‘G’
Thursday, March 16th, 2017
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
Tuesday, March 7th, 2017
I'm not mean, I'm an armchair antimacatser!
What makes Glenn so mean?
Seeing your site convinced me our ultramean Glenn deserves a special place on it. See for yourself, that look on his face… Actually, he’s a complete coward, but always trying to hide it by looking tough and dangerous. And by using claws and teeth at most unexpected moments of course.
Photo submitted by: Myriam
Monday, March 6th, 2017
Name: Glenn (2)
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 19th, 2016
Don't mind me, I'm masquerading as a dust mop.
What makes Dutchess so mean?
Dutchess is mean because, well there is no real reason. She just is. She gets everything a kitty needs–love, food, toys, you name it, she has got it. But she will only show her appreciation when she wants something else. The rest of the time she either ignores us or makes faces like this.
Photo submitted by: Nathan
Thursday, December 3rd, 2015
Location: Near Heorot, at least for awhile
Transformation to terror in 3...2...1...
What makes Grendel so mean?
Though “Grendel” is a very fitting name, I decided maybe Mr. Hyde was a better one. One moment he’s purring like a motorboat in your ear, the next he’s knocking the mirror off of the wall. You’ll know when the episodes are about to come because his previously twinkling eyes turn into cold, black slits. He becomes unresponsive to your cooing and calling and immediately goes into Search and Destroy mode. Anything that can be pulled, smashed or ripped apart is quickly disemboweled in his tornado of sudden fury.
There are two poses he assumes before scaling the velvet curtains or peeing on the bed: 1) Gargoyle (pictured above): comes in handy when he is in higher places, scaling the room for something to sink his teeth into (i.e. the skulls of my friends) and 2) Gremlin: specific to covered areas of the house (such as drawers or trashcans) where he can lurk in the darkness until some unsuspecting victim strolls by, blind to the impending doom that awaits his/her Achilles tendon. Did I mention he sharpens his claws on bare legs, drinks out of the toilet, shreds the toilet paper and digs in the trashcan for used *ahem* unmentionables, which he then hides for people as presents?
Nonetheless, he is incredibly intelligent and sweet half of the time. You just have to know when to duck.
Submitted by: Hanna
Thursday, November 26th, 2015
Hello, last time I went to the vet you cut off my no-no's, and you're confused as to why I hate vets now?
What makes Gato so mean?
Don’t let the sweet exterior fool you. True, Gato was a very sweet little stray kitten who came our way. That is, until we got him neutered.
I don’t know what went awry during the procedure, but since then he’s become a terror. He bites anyone who he’s not in the mood to deal with. He’s caused two people to get tetanus shots and been kicked out of one animal boarding house.
When it comes to veterinarian visits, he needs to be sedated for the doctors to get a handle on him (though he only weighs 8 pounds). Even then he screams, spits, and requires physical restraint in order to get his shots. His first vet was so spooked that he didn’t attempt to get near him, but he did gently recommend that we put Gato to sleep. We’ve since switched doctors.
Gato can be a good kitty, when he wants to be. I guess that’s why we’ve kept him for seven years.
Photo submitted by: Robyn
Saturday, August 2nd, 2014
Note the supercilious expression... Not to be confused with supersilly.
What makes Gabriel so mean?
Gabriel isn’t even a year old but I suspect is gifted mentally. He enjoys watching movies with me, reads Cat Fancy, Cosmopolitan and The Purpose Driven Life. At least he confiscated the book from my personal library and has never returned it!
Unfortunately most of the time Gabriel uses his intelligence for evil, not good. He has decided (after reading Cosmo) that he will be the ONLY man of the house. When any male friends enter the apartment, Gabriel launches a full attack of hisses, bites, and he loves to trip (he sent my friend crashing into the dining room table by strategically placing himself under his feet while he was carrying food). Gabriel doesn’t quit the harassment until blood is drawn and the male intruder leaves.
Gabriel then punishes me for daring to invite men into his castle. The punishment can last for days and is both psychological and physical. He waits until I am asleep and bolts underneath the covers, puncturing my feet with his teeth. If he doesn’t have a taste for flesh that evening, he spends the whole night howling at the moon like a coyote.
It's actually the only one I've got (supercilious). Mama always said, watch out or your face will freeze that way. Truth!
Gabriel insists on wet food at precisely 6:00 am every morning. If I am not up, he cuddles next to my face and purrs. He fools me every time because I think he is being lovey, but if I dare drift back to sleep he bites my nose HARD. He has drawn blood. If that doesn’t scare me out of bed, he comes back and bites my lip.
I work from home, and like a small child, Gabriel doesn’t understand quiet time. I can always count on him to open the kitchen cabinets and remove all the pots and pans onto the kitchen floor when I am busy. He then moves into the bedroom and systematically knocks over perfume bottles, hair brushes, books and anything I have on the dresser. His favorite seems to be the cd tower as it makes the loudest noise when it comes crashing down.
If I had a dollar for every day that I had to work typing with one hand because he was asleep on my arm, I would be rich! I don’t dare move him though; I know too well his revenge will come later in the night when I am fast asleep…
Photo submitted by: Tia
Tuesday, July 15th, 2014
It's a cat's prerogative. Yes, it's MY prerogative! That's a song title. I'd sing it but I lost my microphone.
What makes Gabbie so mean?
It’s not that Gabbie is so “mean”, per se, he’s just so darn BOSSY. He thinks he’s the boss of me, and he constantly demands I do this or that.
I want to go in the garage, I want a treat, give me a bite of your dinner, my feet are cold so don’t move, my feet are hot to get lost, open that blind so I can have more sun, close that blind so I can do sneak attacks on the birds, why have you been gone so long, I want to sleep on your head, turn down the t.v……..
It never ends.
Photo submitted by: Shawna
Friday, May 30th, 2014
Name: Gin Gin
Location: The Center of the Universe
Meow meow meow meow meow pet me meow meow meowwww.
What makes Gin Gin so mean?
Gin Gin is a six year old drama queen. She hates the dog. She hates other cats. She hates men. She tolerates those of us who live with her, but just barely. Gin constantly meows, but she gets her food, she just sniffs it and walks off. When I bend down to pet her, she scowls, swipes and runs away. Everything revolves around her in this world and she knows it.
Queen Gin Gin aka Center of the Universe Ruler of Many Human Slaves and Hater of Dogs
Submitted by: Barbara
Tuesday, May 27th, 2014
Greebo then. Awwwwwww!
What makes Greebo so mean?
Greebo and his 3 brothers were rescued at 2 weeks old–their mother had abandoned them. We took Greebo home at around 4 weeks old, and I hand fed him every 2 hours with a substitute mothers milk. I forgave the terrible scratches as hunger pangs. Now I think he got a taste of blood and never looked back.
Greebo and Binky--She Who Does Not Get To Eat Until Greebo Finishes.
Greebo is actually the devil in cat form. He has subdued Binky (the black cat) into letting him eat her food. He also ambushes her whenever possible, causing screams like you’ve never heard before on earth. We have 2 dogs (dachshunds. They don’t stand a chance) He rides the smaller one like a horse. He waits till she’s alone (mostly she slinks around looking very, very nervous) then he leaps onto her back and rides her like a bucking bronco round the living room. The other dog, Greebo likes to wait til he’s wagging his tail then he swats it, making the dog wonder what the heck hit him (he’s not a very bright dog).
Meankitty’s note — what dogs are bright?
Meankitty’s other note — would pay top catnip dollar for the horse-riding picture.
His favourite hobby is sitting on the sink staring, ust staring at the dripping tap. It fascinates him. He cannot believe the drips disappear before he can grab them.
His second favourite hobby is going out at night, whatever the weather, so he can howl on my window ledge at 3 am. When I let him in, he likes to charge (soaking wet) across my head/face/torso and streak downstairs to howl at the front door to be let out. So he can do it again.
His name is Greebo from Nanny Ogg’s cat in the Discworld novels.
His nickname is Stripey B*stard. And I love him to death.
Submitted by: Helen