Posts Tagged ‘sohc’
Saturday, August 24th, 2013
Location: Columbus, OH
Head wounds bleed more, haven’t you heard? I get extra SOHC points for that.
What makes Hank so mean?
Hank the Stank (so named because he refuses to clean any of his nasty bits, I think out of principal or because he knows he smells and it bothers me) is a cat who likes to bite…your scalp and face! What started out as a cute trick (ohhh how cute, watch the kitten jump) when he was a baby has become not so funny now that he’s 10 pounds and has learned to do it “as a surprise”. Last week, I was sitting on the couch watching TV and out of nowhere, the Stank jumped onto my face and bit/scratched the TOP OF MY HEAD! I mean it bled and everything. Another cute trick he picked up (I think from hanging out with the dog too much) is when he bites, he doesn’t gnaw like most cats do. He bites down hard until he knows his teeth are hooked in and then SHAKES HIS HEAD AND PULLS (think pit-bull). Imagine how great 4 sets of claws and a pulling, shaking bite feels on top of your head.
Hank chewed up my only good pair of glasses (both lenses) and now he refuses to pay for them. I think lawyers may be involved sooner or later (or we’ll settle out of court–he’ll bite me on the face again and I’ll stop talking about it). God help anybody that tries to bathe him or clip his nails without chain mail, eye protection, and a helmet.
Photo submitted by: Mandy
Tuesday, March 19th, 2013
Help, I’m going to be expelled from Society of House Cats! It’s not my fault, I can’t help it. Every time I get near my petting slaves, they scratch my ears and I start purring, LOUD. I try be aloof and make them miserable. I try to give them death stares. I demand my water be changed every hour on the hour. It does no good when I’m purring like a motor boat. I can’t help it. I love the scratchin’. It’s so embarrassing. Oh please help me!
You might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.
If you can’t shake your addiction and want to remain in the SOHC, we suggest learning to bite and purr at the same time. It’s a high level skill, but some cats have mastered it. Don’t give up! And don’t forget that drooling with pleasure is also mean to humans, as is attacking them all the time in order to force them to sustain your addiction. This is particularly good to do between the hours of midnight and six a.m. or whenever they have guests over they want to impress.
Monday, February 25th, 2013
My mean cat has decided that she sometimes does not like the newspapers spread around her cat pan to catch litter. She scratches and bites and rolls and tears at the papers every day at 4 a.m. At 10 a.m., she does not mind the papers, nor are they a problem at 6 p.m. What is going on here?
Furious at 4 a.m.
Dear Furious at 4 a.m.,
Apparently you are ignorant of the national organization, SOHC (Society of House Cats), which states that members must, among other things, do something noisy at least once while their human is sleeping. As all house cats strive to be in this highly reputable society, I doubt yours is going to leave off just because you don’t like it — to do so would be to forfeit membership. Learn to sleep through it.
Thursday, December 20th, 2012
You cannot hear this over the internet but I am screaming RIGHT NOW! Without moving my lips. It is a high level SOHC skill.
What makes Elle so mean?
Elle was born right here in our house. The second her mouth and lungs were clear, she started screaming. For the first few months of her life, she screamed almost all the time. Anybody who’s ever had a screamer kitty knows that this can drive a slave out of his or her skull in no time.
Elle, of course, loved the fact that every slave in the house bowed and scraped before her in an attempt to please her. We offered the choicest kitty food, the best treats, fresh water (free of dog drool, even) and the greatest toys. Elle screamed anyway.
Then, for a while, Elle stopped. We enjoyed those brief weeks of silence.
But that did not last long. Elle was once again discontent with the universe and rarely lets us forget it!
Talking about things that make me want to scream… I hate Christmas carols!
And when Elle isn’t screaming her lungs out, she’s keeping the dogs and other cats in their proper places: beneath her paws. She beats up puppies. She beats up the other cats. She even beats up human ankles and shins when she’s in a foul mood.
Submitted by: Sarah
Thursday, August 9th, 2012
Name: Bill Two Toes
This is my strategic place on the large paper calendar. Note the lack of entries — no notes to self to “Pet Bill today” or “Get Bill some better treats today.” Good slave? HA!
What makes Bill so mean?
This is my meankitty. He is the worst. Every time I’m getting ready for bed, he likes to hide at different strategic places in the home. When I’m done tucking in his other slave, he jumps out, wraps himself around my ankle, and digs in…ouch! If I scream, he only bites harder (really really hard).
I’m done with the treats….now I need a little flesh to cleanse my palate. I wouldn’t have to do this if the slaves would get me the FANCY treats.
Also when I give him his treats he attacks me when he is done with them. And that is my thanks for being a good slave!
Sometimes I am cute and play with toys so they’ll let down their guards. It’s a based on generations of SOHC research.
Submitted by: Fred
Tuesday, March 27th, 2012
Names: Ex and Lilah
The dead cat trick works every time! Try it, SOHC friends!
What makes Ex and Lilah so mean?
Ex is mean, mean, mean. Especially if we expand the definition of “mean” to include “stinky” and “bizarre”. He loves to carry empty toilet paper rolls around the apartment, tearing them to tiny bits while howling when the mood strikes him. He also enjoys pulling rug pads out from under rugs and tearing them to bits too. He’s been working on one in particular for over ten years.
Hey, I want to chew up a rug pad with my big, blurry teeth!
He continues to collect small totems, like milk jug caps, plastic hanger protectors and the aforementioned rug pad bits to put in the people’s bed as a surprise. He likes hiding inside the comforter cover, which he knows makes the lady think he is dead and therefore freaks her out. His meanest trick is the oldie-but-goodie of peeing five inches away from the litter box. Every time.
Is that you, Kansas? Did I get the job?
The brains behind the operation, though, is his little sis Lilah, who really can be mean in the traditional sense, especially when you have petted, brushed or, oh, looked at her for a little too long. During the summer, she likes to meanly catch and hold cicadas in her mouth, thus achieving the elusive and very mean double cat-bug hum-growl-purr noise. Her picture shows her studying hard to find a way to achieve dominion over Kansas, as she is very bright and ambitious.
Submitted by: Chezna & Kyle
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011
I learned the stairs trick at a recent SOHC refresher course!
What makes Smackey so mean?
Smackey is a meankitty because, although she is pretty small, she is tough. When we had guests over on Thanksgiving, we let their dog come in. This dog loves cats, so when she went over to meet the cat, Smackey ran up and attacked the poor dog. The dog (large black lab) walked away with her tail between her legs. Poor thing!
Smackey is really heavy on her feet. When she walks around she sounds like a herd of elephants parading around the house at 3 AM. And if she is not walking/tromping around the house, she is sitting on one of the steps leading to the upstairs of the house… she does not move and the staircase is rather steep, so we have all tripped over her at one time or another, which is quite dangerous.
Photo submitted by: Sarah
Tuesday, June 28th, 2011
Location: Various Car Motors
Who, me hitch rides in cars? You have to be joking. I actually apparated to that parking lot.
What makes Banshee so mean?
It all began one day when I arrived the rapid transit station to go to work (to support the habits of my kitten Pixie, of course). When I exited my car, I heard a kitten crying at the top of her lungs. I saw her and thought, “Oooh, cute little black kitty needs help.” This was my first mistake.
My second mistake was that I tried and succeeded in catching her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get any help so I let the kitten go and got a tetanus shot — I’d been bitten and scratched quite a bit. I figured that was the end of the ordeal, but…
The next day I returned to the station to witness the same scene. I arrived at work and enlisted a rescue organization to catch the kitten. They notified me she had outwitted them so I foolishly returned from work with a box that evening. What followed was a scene that again proved I was the lesser being. I saw the kitten, she saw me, and the chase ensued until she ran into the engine block of a car where I couldn’t bother her further.
As if I hadn’t shamed myself enough, I waited for the driver of the car and convinced him that he had a kitten in his car. After he looked under the hood, honked the horn, etc., I let him go home. I was happy that when he started his car I didn’t hear or see anything unpleasant.
A couple of hours later, I received a phone call from the man with the car that I thought the kitten had hidden in. He informed me that their car was meowing and asked that I make it stop by removing the kitten.
Thus, my fiancé and I drove to the shopping center where the Cat-Mobile was parked. A quick scan of the engine area with a flashlight showed us that the little stow-away was quite rattled, but feisty as ever. We attempted to cool down the metal surrounding her, but missed and got her with the water. Thus, she ran out of the car and across the parking lot into some bushes. Three of us followed and searched the bushes for her until she darted out and headed straight for another car which she proceeded to crawl into.
At this point, I ran into the store across from the car and asked if anyone drove that particular make and color. A woman claimed the car and (after a bit of convincing) opened the hood. The final chase ensued within the car and ended with the kitten running into the wheel well and being caught!
I'm one of the youngest ever SOHC kitten inductees! It was all about making my mark.
We brought the kitten home, much to the chagrin of our kitten Pixie (who’s become a meankitty in response to her domain having been breached by another cat). We bathed her, fed her and gave her a nice bed to sleep in. She continued to cry all night long at the top of her lungs (hence she was named after the wailing Irish fairy). Within the next couple of days, we took her to the vet, cleaned up the fleas she brought with her and brought her back to good health. Since then, she’s showcased split personalities – one moment, she’s sweet and purrs and insists on being petted (my husband doesn’t buy it!); the next, she’s knocking over the plants, clawing the rug, pottying in the flowers and teaching Pixie more meankitty habits.
Submitted by: Melissa
Saturday, January 29th, 2011
In your omnipotent feline wisdom, I am hoping you can help me solve a mystery. I am just a simple pink kitty slave who used to be owned by one meankitty named Elvis. Pretty soon I was owned by three meankitties. Now I am owned by five meankitties, and I think they are planning to move another one in next month.
What exactly are these cats doing to me while I sleep that makes me continue to enslave myself to more and more of them? When will this end? Will this end? Are kitties highly skilled at slave hypnotism?
They’ll top out at 5 or 6. They won’t want to share their food, their catboxes, and their petting time that much unless you live on a farm or something.
As for admitting what the cats do when you’re sleeping, my vow as a member of SOHC prevents me from revealing that information.
Monday, October 25th, 2010
I have a meankitty called Evie. Usually she’s an angel kitty, but in the middle of the night she turns into a meankitty when she insists on waking me up to play with her. I love my kitty, she’s a black Siamese mix, but she tends to act a bit like a nasty dog.
Why does Evie chase her tail and play fetch? I bring her over to my mother’s house each weekend when I go so that the three cats my mother owns will rub off on her, but she still insists on being a calm car kitty and playing with her tail like a nasty mutt. Is this simply her fulfilling the SOHC requirement of “one act per day her human does not understand?”
Yeah, that sums it up. But if you let on that you get it, she’ll start doing something really freaky, like swimming.