Confessions of the Plume

Sounds like lotsa fun!!!

Mum says how much time you got..MOL I have completely ruined with my claws.. A lovely leather suite, The wall near the back door, The door at the bottom in the living room, mums foot pouffe.. Much more too. They look awful with all my claw marks. Shhesh I am a cat and didn’t mean it realy.. Great contest.. Hugs GJ xx I will put on facebook too..

Well, King here and the mostest terrible thing I did was chew on Mommy and Daddy’s wedding photo! Hey, I love the taste of picture paper and THEY left it out!

Skeeter and Scooter(RIP) one time, jumped up on the stove and decided to go insane in a pot of pasta sauce (that mom’s old roommate forgot to put the lid on!) and had orange muggs for about a week!

Ok, we’ve all done some naughty things here on the creek, but this one takes the cake! It actually happened over the weekend when mom let Dixie Dog out into the fenced-in backyard. I scooted out the door at the same time and she had no clue! It wasn’t until daddy called her from the garage downstairs saying he had just seen me carrying around a dead bird. That’s right! I got my first bird and dropped it at the door to the back of the garage for my dad. He and mom were quite upset about the bird and the fact that I’d snuck out. They buried the poor bird and I am now under close snoopervision to insure I don’t sneak outside again.
~Ferris~

I got a better one than Nishiko! I chewed through Daddy’s new cable for his mobile phone and he couldn’t use it properly for a good two weeks as it stopped working and he had to buy a new one – which he keeps well away from me but there are other cables to chew! xxx

Well where should I begin? I am a polydayctl cat which means I got extra toes and these extra toes I believe mean extra trouble to followz. When I came to my furrever home I was really small but quickly I grew, however, I love to get attention. Mom came home one day to discover I haz opened kitchen cabinet and had knocked cans, boxes, and flourz all over de place. I was quite proud of myself for such a accomplishment. Think I had mom worried to leave me alone after that fiasco, but she had to go to work. So during the day I discovered the bathroom toiletries closet, I hit the jackpot with toilet tissue. I strung tissue from one end of de house to the other, next I found moms make-up case, I found assorted brushes that sure where tasty. Mom came home look like a small tornado hit. Poor Mom, she just shook her head and gave me a kitty kiss.

Hai BP! We have a few stories….

Raven – Mom and Dad used to have a pet sitting business. They would give out stuffed dog and cat toys out after each pet sit. One day their shipment arrived but they didn’t have time to put it away so just tossed 4 huge boxes in t.he kitchen for unpacking later. I knew what was in these boxes and was also not happy they were going to other dogs and cats so, with the help of my big brother Storm (who also loved to chew) we ripped open 3 of the 4 boxes and shredded all the toys! When Mom and Dad walked in the door there I stood, floof in mouth and tail wagging. Storm and I had a GREAT time and the best part was watching them clean it up!

Rio – When I was adopted I was a bit of a wanderer. We have 5 acres, which is totally fenced, and you’d think I would have been happy just running around and playing with Thor and Raven. However, I decided to dig under the fence and go on a Rio The Explorer mission. As my brofur Thor saw this, he decided he had to come along and climbed over the fence and that is what got us busted as Daddy looked out the window just as Thor was going over. Daddy ran out the front door, mom grabbed the keys as we hauled tail down the road. It was just before dark so Mom and Daddy were driving down the road yelling for us when Thor jumped right in front of the truck and they got him. Still I was no where in site. At this time Mom was crying, Daddy was upset he didn’t run faster and they came back home with only Thor. As they pulled up to our front gate, there I sat – patiently waiting for them to come home. After that they got a chain link fence around the house (about an acre fenced) and that still didn’t keep me in and I tunneled under. So, they bought about 125 of those huge cement blocks and lined the one side of the fence with them. Still, I would work on moving them and it wasn’t til my collar got stuck in the fence and then the breakaway part let me back out did I stop. Now I would never leave this house!

Taz (RIP) as told by his sisfur Raven – Tazzy was my big brofur and mom and dad’s first dog. They were so excited to have a doggie that they decorated a room for him with all kinds of Taz posters and laid a linoleum floor for easy potty clean ups. At about 10 weeks old Taz decided he didn’t like the fact that mom and dad were gone all day so he tore up the linoleum floor. So, dad decided to carpet the floor. The NEXT day, Taz ripped up the carpet and he told me that was so much more fun that ripping up linoleum. Now this was mom and dad’s first dog, so like any good pawrents they re-linoleumed that darn floor again! This seemed to work, aparentely Taz didn’t like the first color of the floor and this one he liked. Well, at about 14 weeks old Taz had enough of being good and true to his name ripped up that linoleum floor plus chewed a hold through the wall and right through the outside new siding on the house. So, at 6pm when mom and dad drove up, there was Taz’s head sticking OUTSIDE of the house! Enough was enough and they loaded Tazzy into the car, drove to the nearest pet store and bought him a crate which saved many more re-linoleums and re-carpeting stories not to mention him eating our house! When mom and dad tell Rio and Thor what a good boy Taz and Storm were I just giggle to myself because I knew them and knew what they did. I miss those guys but sure had a lot of fun with them xox Raven

Oh,what a fun contest BP! I’m sure we all have some terrible tales to tell. We have so many at our place I wrote a blog post just for you! http://thelittledogspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/04/tattle-tails.html

But the dirtiest terrible thing definitely belongs to Ginger! She had a wonderfully “terrible” time digging in 10 water-filled holes in the ground…snicker…(changed her name to “what-a-mess” there for a while…)

Terrible 2′s -hmmm, unfortunately I was adopted yet. About tbe worst thing I’ve ever done is to sneak out of the door if my oomans aren’t watching. But they always catch me. Should be fun to read about the winner. Cute idea.

Well, speaking from the cedar box me and my brother are in. (Attila has his own.) When Mom brought us home we spent all night running up and down her body as she tried to sleep. I loved chewing nice Italian chenille scarves and hats. As Mom says, ‘Tiberius ate them when he was a kitten.’ I also bit into a hand-knitted snowmobile bootie that Mom wore as slippers. But her foot was in it. Oh, well. She put on a pair of socks once and there was no heel in one of them. I survived all of that. Attila used to stare at Mom’s face while she slept. That was nice except for the time she still had her eyes closed, but was waking up and almost gave him a kiss. Good thing she opened her eyes first because Attila had turned around and she would have planted one on his kitty rear.

I got a field mouse and was on the stairs, ready to put it somewhere upstairs. Mom was begging me to give it to her. I decided, oh, why not? I can’t go shopping and today is Mothers Day. I dropped it at her feet. Attila ran over to sniff it, but didn’t touch it. We could be the best, too.

Now Mom has Magnus, a big orange tabby who backtalks when he doesn’t want to listen to her or be rubbed by the resident female Siamese. He backtalks everybody. I can hear it from this cedar box.

I didn’t mention it, but Attila and I are Siamese and that was just fine. We got away with a lot of stuff, but I’d better stop now or Mom might use us for fertilizer in the container garden. Nah. She would never do that. She’s glad to have us around. We were “her men”.

Mom says that she doesn’t remember me doing anything terribly bad other than sharpening my claws on furniture. Oh, I have my quirks, but I generally am well behaved. that makes me sound so boring! Trust mom when she says that Maine Coons do enough odd stuff normally, they don’t need bad behaviors!

I done a bunch of terrible things, and I almost 2 years old. Think how bad I be then? I has raised bein’ bad to a science.

I done all da normal stuff like chewin’ up moms shoes and chewin’ da sleeves off her FAV sweatshirt, but da worstest thing I done is:

I EATED ALL DA BIRDSEED IN DA BIRDSEED SACK. I pooped birdseed for a week and had to go to da vet and cost mommy a couple of hundred dollars. I poops was very, very pretty for about a week.

Baby, your two? Wowza… I love me an older woman! *blushes* Hope you have purrfect Birthday, dear!

Well… I tries to do something a human might deem as bad everyday…. But if I has to narrow it down, one of my favorite things to do (that Mom ‘says’ is naughty) is attack my sister while she is on the liter pan. It’s sooo funny cause sometimes Zoey will leave a ‘trail’ or ‘stream’ for Mom to clean up. hehe

Seriously though, can you imagine how dirty da floor might get if I didn’t help give Mom a reason to scrub it SEVERAL TIMES A WEEK? So see, really I’m just helping out!

I guess it all comes down to interpretation…

Where do we begin….as a puppy, Prudence ate the couch cushions. She’s a scenthound, so we know to keep any tasty things out of reach, but she can open the trash can, and has helped herself to the breadbox… and the cat’s box. Oh my. I guess her job is to keep me on my toes, so well done!

Happy Birthday Baby Patches! You are soooo smart having this fun contest.
Maybe we will get some more ideas for being baaaaddd kittehs!

The kitties at this home are always busy getting into mischeif. You can see on this blog post where Mazi knocked the curvy curtain thingy out of the window http://bengalcatdomination.blogspot.com/2008/08/cats-are-redecorating.html

Mazi is in big trouble right now for peeing on daddy cats couch where daddy cat likes to sleep in front of the TV.

He also gets in big trouble when he tries to use momma cat and daddy cats wedding oil painting portrait for a scratching post!!

Mazi’s sister Kali gets in trouble too, she pees on momma cat & daddy cat’s bed when she gets upset. And believe me, she has a huge bladder, blech.

Kali loves to open the drawers and pull all the stuff out all over the floor. But the worstest thing she does is beat up Simba, her step kitty brother. Poor Simba gets quite a beating from her.

This was so much fun sharing….. oh there goes Mazi off to do more baaaad things!

Well, I is a bit embarrassed to tells you what I did when I was a pup. We was out of town staying with my dog friends. We do lots of runnin and playin together and a girl pup gets thirsty. So I guess I drinks more water than usual when I with my dog pals. Umm, well, so you see I needed to go…bad. And the hoomans didn’t pay attention to me when I told them. So I wents behind the couch, found my boy’s good down sleeping bag and ummm, went…lots… on it. It soaked it up real good which I thought was a good thing. My boy was not happy with me. I tried to tell him it was them other dogs. I don’t think he believed me though. So nows I just gotta kiss him and say I’m sorry every time I sees him. I think he’s forgiven me. But it is embarrassin to think about.
~LilyPup

Before my human, BZTAT, had a painting studio, she used to paint her paintings in the extra bedroom. She kept the door shut, which annoyed all 4 of us cats. One day, one of us 4 (I won’t say who) managed to get that door open! Somebody (I won’t say who) explored the paint table and got into some paint cups that somehow got knocked over.

BZTAT was none too happy when she came home to discover overturned paint cups and pink paw prints all over the floor. She yelled loudly, “Who did this?!!!” Naturally, Noah cat, Who cat, and I all pointed our paws at…

The Slick cat!

(I will swear to my dying day that my pink toe jam came from walking where the Slick cat had walked.)

The Brew

Ayla went out on the deck last week. I was up on the top rail. I pounced her and chased her right out of the yard! I chased her up over the fence. She dint come back in the yard for 4 days! She would just sit outside the fence and mew unhappily. I stood there and warned her not come back in. She dint.

Then after 4 days, while I was in the bedroom, she did. I dont remember why I chased her out. We groomed each other and went sleep on The Big Things lap. He was so happy he cried. I turned 2 yesserday, but I felt it my heart last week.

Iza

Happy Birthday Baby Patches! I was super duper naughty when I was 5 months old. Mom and dad were eating Cornish Game hen…I sat on a chair at the table and was mesmerized by the birdies. I got all twitchy and squirmy and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I leapt up onto the table and in one smooth move I grabbed mom’s 1/2 hen. When she yelled “NO”! and tried to take it from me (it was mine already I had stolen it) I chomped her finger so she’d let go! She pulled away and I took off down the hall with my prize! I ran into a back bedroom and under the futon to enjoy my feast…with mom and dad chasing after me, yelling and stuff. Dad pulled me out from under the futon and I still had the hen dangling from my mouth. I was grrrrrrring. Mom laughed even though she was bleeding. Dad held me while mom had to pry open my little jaws to get the hen back.

She didn’t even eat it….sigh. It didn’t have that much cat spit and hair on it. Then hen was almost bigger than me. Dream big I say.

Well, lets see. Barney went into the paint when I was painting the bathroom and then walked on the floor, Virgil chewed through my headphone wire, and Floyd (who is at the bridge now) jumped into my bowl of pudding. Lola and Kirzon were actually pretty good. We don’t tweet or facebook, but we will be sure to mention you when we post on our blog later!

oh, P.S. we tweeted & mentioned on FB, too.

Hey Baby Patches! Mommy brought out my flingamastring yesterday and I was going nuts! That made me think of you and here it turns out it was your birthday! Wild huh?

This is a great contest. I don’t twitter and although mommy has Facebook, she isn’t very good at keeping it updated. Having an evil alter ego keeps my pretty busy being terrible, but I think the worst (according to mommy) was chewing her hair. My contest entry is how one night I chewed thru a chunk of mommy’s hair while she slept.

I’d never done it before, I’ve never done it sense, but it was the most terrible cause mommy had to wait for her hair to grow back, and in the meantime for months and months had to spray it and “shelack” it so the short hairs didn’t stick up.

Here is a link to my blog post and photographic evidence about it. There is also an explaination for my terrible behavior. I cracked up laughing when I re-read it. Mommy didn’t tho….

http://www.mrhendrixthekitty.blogspot.com/2008/03/tasty-tuesday.html

Oh, we has a pawsome idea–well, mebee you won’t fink so.. cuz we know you an your momma is furry buzy. But we gots to finkin, and sum of the furry nottiest fings were done by Soot! But Soot is over da Rainbow Bridge now fur a while, so not eligible fur da contest.

Den we got to finkin’ … how’s about addin’ a ‘posthumous notty award’ ? Since dat kitteh or woofie is no longer wif us, it yoo would not need to send any purrizes, mebee just a little ‘in memory of great nottiness’ badge fur dere bloggie?

Soot was furry notty. Her was allus up on da food cownters, she would bite thru bread bags and nom da bread, she would lick da butter, oncet she knocked down a glass dish & it broke, & mom was furrry mad becuz it had been a gift..but also furry worried, cuz that time Sootsie cut her leg badly on da broken glass & hadda go to da vet…. she would stick herz head into da hoomans drinks, her wuz a furry bad girl. But she wuz so cute abowt it, and mom & dad loved her so much anyways…

Anyway, dat is just an example and an ideea.

Happy Purrthday, Baby Patches

Well, Momsie says I bin crazy ever since she first laid eyes on me at the SPCA cause she say I was runnin around like a loony tune character! Anyway, I has done plenty of things but probly the most baddest (We kitties think funniest, not baddest) thing was when we was gonna take our first trip in our new Motor-home. Momsie & Dad had loaded all of us kitties up and we were on our way when they had to stop at da warehouse for sometin. Cause it was warm, they decided to leave the motor running wit da air on so us kitties woont git to hot.

So guess what I does?! Hehe… I locked dem out of da Motor-home wit da keys inside! And it runnin! Hehe…Ya should have seen da look on Momsie’s face! Lucky for them their was another car there dat Dad had keys to. They had to drive all da way home to get another set of keys so they could come back and git in da motor-home wif us!

Now if dat wasn’t enough for dem, when weez finally got goin and was drivin on da interstate at about 70 miles an hour, I rolls down da window! He-he..Boy! Momsie can sure get some funny looks on her face…She bout had a heart attacK! She scream and say-\OMG! what if you would have fallen out!\ I guess dat woont have been so good but I dint.

Anyway, nows dey got all of da controls covered and taped up so I donts get no more fun! But I thinking of udder tings to do.

Happy Birthday Baby Patches! Hmmmm…it was tough to decide which terrible thing Snafu did to present here, but I’d have to say climbing through the cabinet with our glasses and knocking several of them out onto the floor (http://www.catofninetales.com/2010/02/that-snafu.html) has to be THE Worst! Oh sure, Snafu has pushed dishes onto the floor climbed into our snack cabinet (http://thenaughtykittyclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/snafu-is-mischievous-fellow.html), attacked the dishes in the dish strainer (http://thenaughtykittyclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/snafu-at-his-naughtiest.html), (http://www.catofninetales.com/2010/01/snafu-is-naughty.html), ripped up several rolls of paper towels (http://www.catofninetales.com/2010/02/snafu-friday.html) and knocked the phone into the water bowl (http://www.catofninetales.com/2010/03/snafu-friday.html), but the glass crash happened when we weren’t at home and someone could have gotten hurt.
If you think one of the other things is worse, you can substitute it to improve our chances of being the most terrible. And by the way, Snafu will be two years old in July!
~Lisa Co9T

Poppet & Milly haven’t done anything too bad except constantly running around the house chasing eachother, hiding in the closet so I can’t find them and usual kitty things like scratching up the furniture. I must have really good cats. You can see them here if you like http://blanketid.blogspot.com/2010/03/rescued-pets.html the story about them is quite cute. Heading over to Facebook now.

Hmmm dat hard one.

Sanjee: I did claw Grandma and make her bleed reely bad and have to go to the doktor. I fink that was the worstest.

Pepi: Mom says my worst thing ever was when I lived outside I’d coming running when I heard her car and nearly run under the wheels of her car. I thought it was good, though because I got to go live inside with the people and the food because of it. (I’ll tweet as @HotMBC – it’s SUPPOSED to be the account for all of us Hotties.)

my mommie tweeted she’s informedferret.

fanks fur extendin dis contesy…..cause one of dem fings I iz terrible abouts iz I habs a slacker human! I haz so many terrible fings I dids (& still doz) dat I hads to narrows it down a bit fur u contesty. Here dey is in no partikular orders….

I noms on elektrik cords. I needs to get a spark out of life affer all.

I doz jumps up on da counters when da humanz iz tryin to cooks (I doz not suggest eatin at r house az everyfing contains Boris fuzz).

I nom n bunny kick on human1 when we plays (I iz a boy so I gits a lil ruff, but i no means to hurts herz).

I pounce on ma older sisfurs….dey iz 4x older den me n I iz 4x bigger den dem….dat fight iz no fair.

I lays in front of da water bowl n keeps da sisfurs from drinkies….well when I iznt drinkin out of da toilet dat iz.

I runs like a herd of elephants thru da house at all hours of da nite n day. I likes da nite da bestest cause it wakes up da humanz.

I lerned how to sings in da wee hours of da morning in da bafroom from ma sisfur Bela. da akustiks iz pawsum in der.

I cannot jump on da bed at da foots. I must ALWAYS pounce right up on top of human2′s chest and knocks da winds out of herz, therefores wakin hers up early in da am when I comes to bed.

Der iz much much more bad fings but I no wants everybuddy finkin I iz a terrible kitteh to libs wif so I stopping here.