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It just goes to show you that even if you neuter them, they still act like tomcats.

I’d uprate that comment, if my rating system still worked.

That Cat/Banshee Wail is scary as Hell, and I mean that literally. Mrs. Vegetable and I were awakened by it one night. Our Gina was at the all-glass garden door and screaming and throwing herself with all her might against the glass. Outside, sitting calmly with a cat-sneer on his face, was some stray cat – in HER garden. Gina was, like Jack, well beyond rationality. I’m kind of amazed that he recognized you. I had to throw a towel over Gina, and then I went out into the garden and chased that intruder off myself. Nobody messes with MY Gina.

I just now had an episode of cat-sees-stranger-cat followed by cat-can’t-get-to-stranger-cat-therefore-attack-human. It was seriously tense. I was “trapped” on the back patio after shooing off the intruder. Couldn’t come in the back screened porch because my cat was hissing and making godawful moans and clearly wanted to shred me. I didn’t think to leave the front door unlocked. So, just stood there, making goofy soothing noises I hoped signaled “me friend! the one that feeds you!”. Nothing. Just more hissing and bared teeth.

Found a leaf on the ground and pressed it up to the screen for her to sniff. Then, I cracked open the door and tossed it in. Success! She POUNCED on it, and was thrilled by the crackly leaf thing. Meanwhile, I slipped in the door and got back into the house.

Was feeling pretty chuffed, until I saw… the intruder was back. Dammit.

This time, I filled a spritzer with water and vinegar, went out the front, and “shot” the damn thing over and over and over until it was in the neighbor’s yard.

Now mine is on the porch looking like none of this ever happened. I’m inside, typing a comment about my “ordeal”.

Damn cats. 🙂

Cats are not nearly as domesticated as dogs are. And perhaps they cannot ever be.

Even still, all dogs have a trigger somewhere, buried more deeply in some than others, that can be activated. If you are an observant dog owner you learn to watch for the signs that the wolf is coming close to the surface – well, you do if you’re a dog owner that has a good understanding of dogs. Many if not most dog owners never see it, and I expect many don’t even realize that it’s there.

People are the same way. I have seen it at bar fights, and at domestics. Tweekers, too.

Love your story, AliceH!

The closest I ever came to the cat rage business was an incident I may have mentioned here before. Arizona, the big red tabby and possible Maine Coon mix, had trapped a big cockroach in the living room. I’d heard eating them gave cats worms, so I stooped to take it away from him.

He growled at me. It was so loud, my then-wife heard him in the bedroom and later asked what the hell was that.

I told him, “Okay, fine, get sick,” and left him to it. He didn’t get sick; he lived to be 16 and a bit more, with frequent Blattidae snacks. Maybe they don’t hurt cats, or maybe not ones with iron constitutions like his.

“… big cockroach in the living room.”

“… frequent Blattidae…”.

I just figured out the *cat’s name*, not the location, was Arizona. Pray tell, Wolfus Aurelius, where did this happen? I need to be sure to never, ever, go there. ::shudder::

AliceH, you’re right, Arizona was the cat, named for the state where my then-wife grew up. He grew to be large, red rock-colored, and occasionally prickly like a cactus, so the name fitted him perfectly.

The location, God help me, was the same where I’m stuck now: unlovely SE Louisiana. You don’t want to come here? *I* don’t want to be here, and the Blattidae are only part of why. Oh, the number of six-legged invaders might have been because we lived right across the street from a park. I’ve seen a lot fewer where I am now. (Boric acid powder helps.)

Wolfus, I live in Arizona (Apache Junction) and there are plenty of coyotes around this place. There aren’t a lot of stray cats or little rat dogs around here.

Every now and then I’ll hear an OUTRAGED!!! cat warning some coyote that he HAD BETTER NOT MESS WITH THE CAT!!!!
Next, I hear a screech as the cat is killed, then a bunch of coyotes sounding like a herd of ghosts being skinned as they eat the cat.

Cats think they’re far higher up the food chain than they really are.
I blame the Egyptians.

My Grandma was from Baton Rouge. Lived in the bayou. We used to go visit in August.

AUGUST.

God, I hated that place.

Gunny Hartman: Let me see your war face!
Jack: Mwrow?
Gunny Hartman: Your war face AHHHH!! that’s a war face
Jack: Rawr Hiss Hiss Spit!!
Gunny Hartman: You don’t scare me. Work on it.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 3, 2016, 9:35 pm

God, I hated that place.
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It has not improved. I especially hate it now that I’ve lived somewhere that is not like it: Denver, CO. They pave all the streets there, you can make a left turn at every major intersection, and they have 4 seasons in the year. All completely unlike Loozyana.

Loozyana – that’s were the grandkids are, so here we stay…melting hot, steamy wet, jungle growth, Lousyanna. and now to make it more awful – John Bel Edwards!!!!

Harry the Little Ginger Bastard?