Posts Tagged ‘I’
Sunday, March 10th, 2013
Name: Icarus (Icky)
Location: Warrensburg, MO
You forgot to mention this other mean thing I like to do...sneak behind the curtains and barf!
What makes Icky so mean?
My kitty’s name is Icarus, better known as Icky. My kitty is very fat and pretty, and he looks really sweet, but he has one really mean thing he loves to do. Icky absolutely loves to knock over glasses. When someone comes into the living room to watch TV, they usually set their glass on either of the end tables or the coffee table. Icky sneaks up, curves his paw around the glass and watches it fall. Then he just walks off satisfied with himself. He never gets into anything else, he just likes to knock over glasses.
Photo submitted by: Adrienne
Wednesday, December 19th, 2012
I hate Christmas lights!
What makes Icky so mean?
This is Icky, (his real name is Lucky, but that didn’t last too long.) I got him when he was a few weeks old. He was a cute and sweet little kitten. . . then he grew up. Now he chases cats, dogs, mice, squirrels, and birds. He even beats the CRAP out of a wild coyote that lives in our neighborhood.
Where’s the ugly human with the nice, scratchable legs? I feel the need to sharpen my claws.
His hobbies include hunting, climbing, jumping off the roof at night, tormenting others, biting, clawing, rolling around, cleaning himself on our expensive Oriental rug, and sleeping in our fountain. He screams and orders me around ALL THE TIME. But he LOVES sharpening his claws; lying in wait for my boyfriend to walk by in shorts. . .
Photo submitted by: Krista and Flint
Tuesday, March 20th, 2012
Bright colored? Don't you mean neon yellow? I'm just trying to curtail your bad fashion sense.
What makes Ivory so mean?
This is a picture of my pretty and tough cat Ivory Jones. She can be mean whenever she wants to be, especially if you push her. She hates it when anyone in the family messes with her paws; she’s very sensitive about them. She’ll give a low growl and start biting your fingers. She will attack your legs if you have on bright colored pants. We love her to death, but when it comes to fighting, she doesn’t mess around.
Submitted by: Anon
Monday, March 19th, 2012
Hey... Keekee... Smell my butt.
What makes Ivan so mean?
Meet Ivan. Named after Pavlov but it should have been after ‘the Terrible’! Ivan was found at a local psychiatric hospital (don’t ask cuz I won’t tell), a skinny, pathetic wisp of a grey cat with mites in his ears and a nasty boil on his butt. His was indeed in a sad plight! And so the decision was made to take Ivan into our home, doctor him, feed him, love him….introduce him to our kitty KeeKee who was also once a stray.
Ivan responded oddly to all the love and attention. He grew healthy, chubby, and oh-so-mean and violent!!! Gratitude – ha! Respect- ha! Oh no….Ivan’s psych ward kittenhood has reared its head in full glory. Not only is everything a personal chew toy, but he has teamed up with the dog in making KeeKee’s life pure hell. In fact, KeeKee is beginning to be a mean kitty too (you can see her eyes starting to convert in the corner of the photo.)
Submitted by: Ali
Sunday, March 18th, 2012
Names: Isis and Osiris
Who the heck is the human calling stupid? Look what she considers graphic "art"!
What makes these cats so mean?
I apologize for the format and this not being an actual photo of my cats. You see, the little twerps crashed my boyfriend’s hard drive surfing the net for the best prices on catnip and expensive jungle gyms for cats, and all the graphics programs were lost. How they got my credit card number is unknown.
Why are they meankitties?
Psycho Isis seems quiet until flea bath time. Then she sees fit to try to remove your jugular with her razor sharp claws. She will curl up on your warm lap pretending to love you, and as you pet her she sinks her sharp fangs into your hapless flesh. She growls at other cats, a low, infernal, vicious growl that makes your blood run cold.
Stupid Osiris is in fierce competition with Psycho Isis for the world championship title of “stupidest cat alive”, and he has a mean streak a mile long. Too much petting and you’re apt to become his next meal (or so he thinks). He prostrates himself under your feet so you’ll fall flat on your face. When he’s not doing this, he and Isis party it up… in your bed.
Submitted by: Connie
Friday, March 16th, 2012
Location: Oklahoma City, OK
I was NOT named after the dog, Mr. Jones.
What makes Indy so mean?
Indy is 7 years old and has never learned to play nicely with new friends. More than 2 weeks of being around is required before she will socialize.
In her infancy, Indy demanded to be fed from a bottle and rewarded the feeder with many scratches. As she matured, she became quite vocal, hissing and raising fur at any stranger unlucky enough to enter the room. So vociferous is she that everywhere she has lived, the maintenance crews have refused to enter the property unless she has been put up or taken elsewhere.
Indy is not out for blood (although she regularly draws it from strangers). Once she has attacked she runs away and scowls from afar. If she has seen a person or other animal regularly for a couple of weeks she becomes curious and somewhat friendly and later, quite lovable.
Anyone with a bit of determination can survive her attitude and become her friend, but due to her extreme territorialism, I think she qualifies as a mean kitty.
Submitted by: Sargent
Thursday, May 12th, 2011
If you don't mind, I was having a moment. Point that thing somewhere else.
What makes Io so mean?
Io is one of our 4 cats. He’s the oldest (and fattest), and naturally the leader of the pack.
One hot summer day all cats but Io were at home. We called Io, but he wouldn’t answer or come in. We then went to search for him in the garden and found him in the shade of a plant in this pose, like he’s saying “Waddya want? Stop botherin’ me or I’ll give ya one!”
Turns out this is his favorite spot and not even the air conditioning inside pulls him away from it.
Submitted by: Daniella
Wednesday, May 11th, 2011
Location: RR Brewery
Gotta look sharp to spot the Inkster before he attacks!
What makes Inky so mean?
This is our littlest meankitty, Inky. In this pic he’s only about three months old, but we think works as a shepherd for the devil and may have been here before.
His turn-ons include the opening of the refrigerator door, the opening of any cabinet or closet door, and being the first to defile the litterbox after it’s been cleaned. Preferably if we’re still cleaning it. [[Meankitty adds: Go Inky! Good strategy.]]
In his spare time, he likes to hide out under the dust ruffle and swat at the feet of passers-by. He also enjoys attempting to climb the shower curtain and jumping into the bathtub while the water is going down the drain. He doesn’t seem to mind getting wet.
He detests confinement [[except for boxes with spy holes]] and resists discipline of any sort. He eats such vast quantities that we’re considering making him obtain some form of gainful employment. Maybe the brewery would be willing to pay us for this photo.
Submitted by: Christine & David
Monday, September 27th, 2010
Location: Charleston, SC
I'll let you brush me if you let me "brush" you first.
What makes Indie so mean?
This is my mean kitty, Indie. She likes to bite; if you are petting her the wrong way or at the wrong time, beware, and she is especially unfond of being brushed. She gets in this sink (my husband’s, of course) and growls if you try to get her to move.
Photo submitted by: Jane
Tuesday, September 7th, 2010
Luckily I see humans about to come into the house. No need to terrorise the nearest inanimate object.
What makes Imelza so mean?
This is our cat, Imelza. Looks sweet, doesn’t she? Don’t be fooled. We were. We got her from the RSPCA when she was a tiny, cute little hairball with huge ears. Now, she’s in charge of the house, or at least that’s what she thinks. When she’s not asleep in the most obstructive spot she can possibly find, she’s keeping up a non-stop whine for someone to feed her. But I think she still whines even when she’s not hungry. Sometimes, when she’s bored, she terrorises the nearest cat/leg/chicken/bit of furniture. I still have the scars from the last time she went after me.
Jerk? Me? Now you've gone and made me cranky. You aren't going to like it when I'm cranky.
She’s got such a nice name (I suggested it), but no-one in the house ever uses it. Instead, they call her ‘Jerk’ or ‘Arrgh’, or just ‘the cat’.
Photo submitted by: Katie Taylor