I know some of you guys here are cat lovers.

I have a story - The Monday before Christmas my wife went out to feed our beasts (lots of barn cats, some indoor/outdoor cats, & one black lab). Laying on the deck was a small kitten, frozen. Still alive, but not doing well at all. Kelly put her inside her Carhart coat while she fed the animals. Now most people would have left it & said it was a goner. But Kelly is an EMT & in EMS a person isn't dead until they're warm & dead. Kelly took the kids to Grandma's for the day & deposited the frozen cat with her. When Kelly left for work Grandma had the cat wrapped up in a towel, carrying it & talking to it like it was a baby. By the time Kelly got off work the kitten was up & moving around. It had drank & ate, but still a little sluggish. Since then the kitten has lost the tip of her ear & went to the vet this week to be treated for pneumonia. Now she's acting more like a kitten, a little more bright eyed & fat as a pig.
Now the 7 year old boy wanted to name the cat D-Rex because that was the robotic dinosaur he wanted for Christmas really bad & didn't get. But he ended up spending his birthday & Christmas money on the actual toy so he decided we could name the cat "Frosty". Frosty is now an indoor cat.

We have another cat that insists on climbing a tree, gets on the roof of our second story home. Then we have to get the ladder out to get the stupid thing down. Her name is Fireman. (the 7 yr old named it)

Another broke his pelvis as a kitten (the vet didn't have pins small enough to pin it), had his tail cut in half by the truck fan, was drug off by a fox (came back 2 weeks later starved & dirty), was stuck up a 60' tree for 3 days before we found him. We figure he has 5 lives left. Plus he's a very ungraceful cat. Therefore his name is Tipsy.

What kind of crazy cat stories do you have??????
Fordcowboy

I know some of you guys here are cat lovers.

I have a story - The Monday before Christmas my wife went out to feed our beasts (lots of barn cats, some indoor/outdoor cats, & one black lab). Laying on the deck was a small kitten, frozen. Still alive, but not doing well at all. Kelly put her inside her Carhart coat while she fed the animals. Now most people would have left it & said it was a goner. But Kelly is an EMT & in EMS a person isn't dead until they're warm & dead. Kelly took the kids to Grandma's for the day & deposited the frozen cat with her. When Kelly left for work Grandma had the cat wrapped up in a towel, carrying it & talking to it like it was a baby. By the time Kelly got off work the kitten was up & moving around. It had drank & ate, but still a little sluggish. Since then the kitten has lost the tip of her ear & went to the vet this week to be treated for pneumonia. Now she's acting more like a kitten, a little more bright eyed & fat as a pig.
Now the 7 year old boy wanted to name the cat D-Rex because that was the robotic dinosaur he wanted for Christmas really bad & didn't get. But he ended up spending his birthday & Christmas money on the actual toy so he decided we could name the cat "Frosty". Frosty is now an indoor cat.

We have another cat that insists on climbing a tree, gets on the roof of our second story home. Then we have to get the ladder out to get the stupid thing down. Her name is Fireman. (the 7 yr old named it)

Another broke his pelvis as a kitten (the vet didn't have pins small enough to pin it), had his tail cut in half by the truck fan, was drug off by a fox (came back 2 weeks later starved & dirty), was stuck up a 60' tree for 3 days before we found him. We figure he has 5 lives left. Plus he's a very ungraceful cat. Therefore his name is Tipsy.

What kind of crazy cat stories do you have??????
Fordcowboy

wow, amazing story FordCowboy, thats good the cat is alive and well, i dont really have any cat stories just the cat my dad has that fetches like a dog,lol. great cat, you throw a toy mouse and she brings it back. She acts just like a dog even begs for food like a dog, we call her dog cat,lol but her name is Snuggles,Shon

Those are great stories. :lol:
I can't think of any right now about our cats that compare to that.

Do me a favor... give Frosty a cookie and a pat on the head... compliments of Nuther Dave. WTG my friend... WTG. :thumbsup: nd

A cousin and I spent 3 days tempting out a kitten we found in our barn with bits of food, it was heart wrenching stuff as it was starving and near death, but terrified. Eventually dersperation overcame fear and it relented. Some sleepless nights and some vet bills later, she was fine although always timid to a degree.

Turned out it was not a kitten, but had been so badly treated and underfed as to appear so. The vet said there was evidence that its fur had been set light to at some point.

Anyway, the same day that the ''kitten'' (named Keke after Mr Rosberg Snr) ventured out from its hiding place, my Dad gave in to his whim and returned to the kennels where he had retrieved his Collie two days prior, to purchase two cats that had been abandoned there and had him down as their new owner! So we went from 2 cats to five in one day. Mickey (after M.Alboreto) and Nelson (I think you can guess) settled in pretty quickly, and all was well.

Nelson was very aloof with everyone, bar Dad. After a while everywhere one went the other followed. Nelson would sometimes get a shoe in the face and bowled after, he was following that close :). He would beg like a dog to go in the car when my Dad ventured out, and pace about on the increasingly rare occasions he was not allowed to. When my Dad went into hospital for a op the cat stayed very quiet, eat little and guarded the front door between long naps. When he swam lengths Nelson would pace alongside. Friends and family could only look on in wonder. Sometimes I would come home from work to find them curled up side by side about as asleep as it is possible to get.

My Dad is a big softie deep down, but he has always done the stiff upper lip thing. When his Mum passed he coped well, although I am sure he had some private moments. Needless to say when Nelson had to be put down, he did his last duty by him and then wept like a baby.

Animals truly are a wonder.

A couple years ago, at my last job, I was on the dock unloading a trailer. The company served wally world as a pallet warehouse. We unloaded trailer after trailer of the stuff. I was just finishing up unloading a trailer, literally pulling the last stack out when a black and white streak went blazing by the left side of my fork lift. Scared the living daylights out of me!!!!!! :eek:I was almost at the back of the trailer when it blew by me, so I got a good view of where it went.. It ran across the dock, made a U turn, and darted into a trailer we were loading.

Well, needless to say we don't ship cats..:lol: Customers do get fussy about their shipments being "cat free"... I let my supervisor know, and we had to unload the entire trailer. After 45 minutes of nudging, poking and whatever else we could do to get this cat to move out from under the last stack of pallets, we finally snagged her and strolled out of the trailer with her. Our pallet sorter said he'd take her home, and give her a home. Sadly the cat had other ideas.. We got a cardboard box the put the kitty in for safe keeping until clock out time, but this cat went bonkers when she got near the box. :mad:

Claws flying, hissin and biting she clawed and chewed her way free of the hands of the sorter, the supervisor lost a chunk of his thumb trying to grab her, and the cat bolted into the warehouse. Three months later this cat was found in a box with cardboard to sort, with one kitten. I believe the girl who found the cat took her home, with the baby. :thumbsup: Certainly an unforgettable day at work!!

i saved a kitten my roommate found once when we were living in quebec.just a lttle thing,all fur...its eye was glued shut with pus,and goo,very infected....i was the only one with the heart to hold it firm enough to clean its eye out.many q tips and about 500 mls ok warm milk later,its eye was back to its original color of blue.i am not much of a cat person,really,but i was also the one who had to bury them if they got hit by a car...anyway,that cat didn,t last i heard and is still chasin mice.the roomates didn't understand when i made little tombstones out of cedar for the three that were killed...put em to rest under a big shady maple,what else can ya do?

My brothers girlfriend found a cat out in the street some 12 years ago. It appeared to have been run over. She nursed it back to health and I have never seen such feats performed by a cat. She would climb the tree in the backyard and make a strange "squirrel" sound and then jump from limb to limb chasing birds. Now she lays around taking Phenobarbitol to keep from having seizures. Boy it was fun watching that cat fly from limb to limb and the noises she made. She is pretty passive now but alive and well.

Great stories guys! Sniffle...

That odd gutteral chatter that many cats do when fouling IS an odd thing....not all cats do it ...but many do. Try immitating that chatter next time kitty is on the windowsill and see if you get a response.

Most of y'all have met Gus. ^

My father was born on a dairy farm and always had a soft spot for barn cats, strays, and the bedraggled or down on it's luck feline. Our cat inventory always consisted of runts who grew into monsters and grateful strays who became world class mousers.

I guess I came by it honestly. I first met Gus one mid summer day while house painting. The ner-do-well neighbors had ANOTHER littler of kits that they werent taking care of. I was mindlessly painting away cutting in the chimmney soffet on the end of a 24 foot ladder. Although Gus was just 8 er 9 weeks old he had climbed to the top of the ladder seeking attention.

Robi and I painted throughout the summer and Gus was underfoot regularly. He could often be seen scampering across our roof as he continued climbing the ladder where ever it was propped. We didnt really see him much the coming winter but in the spring I noted he had a cast on his leg where one of the hillbilly kids had jumped on him roughhousing. Later that summer Gus' was covered in sores and most of his fur was gone...fleas! He had moved out and come across the street taking refuge under our cypress hedge. (actually a common occurrence and I believe felines know instinctively that the cedar family and it's oily mulch discourages fleas)

Robi began training Gus to come to the front yard about 5:30-6:00 every night so he could greet me after work. She knew! One night I blew my stack and told her to go over and tell Gus' owners that he was now OUR cat. He was shot, snipped, dipped and clipped at the vet and by the end of summer his coat was back and he had begun to chub up a little.

Of course he's now a prime specimen, rippling with muscle and a notorious shredder of tweeties and rodents...often just leaving a greazy spot and an impact crater. Occassionaly he still brings an offering to the front or back door and if allowed will proudly plop a kill onto the rec room rug...."Praise me!"...LOL! He's as loyal as the day is long. When ever those neighbor kids are near Gus makes for the house or one of us and still looks up as if to say "Please remember that I wanna live with you!".

He leads us to bed in the evening and makes sure we're up and moving in the morning. He nervously stands guard at the shower or bath and makes sure we dont drown. Now about 7 Gus rules the house and property with regal bearing but still finds time to kick up his heels and raise 16 pounds of kittenish mischeif. He's always at the inside stair well, or the exterior window ledge when we come home. He lets us live with him and curls up in my left arm every night!

Dats ma boy!

Five or six years ago a car stopped in front of the car dealership I work at. The car door opened and a kitten was tossed out. The door closed and vroom the car was off. My sister and one of the girls in the office took three days to coax it out from under an impala to feed it and check on it, but it finally came. One of the salesman took it home to his wife and they now call it chevy!

I work for a major petfood manufacturer ,We had 2 offfice cats that stayed in the large open front office via invisible fence.One day as my buddy was holding laser [one of the cats]he ventured across the isleway to clock out,of coarse My buddy was only wearing a tee-shirt ,that cat went totally berserk!my friend had inadvertantly crossed the invisible fence,he was trying to hold laser from going out into the lobby and that cat was trying to climb his chest and shoulders .laser sounded like a cougar while growling and hissing and screaming.Us guys coming out of the locker room nearly passed out from laughing so hard.Scott was pretty scrached up.laser passed a couple months ago but was a well liked cat laying on whatever desk he pleased throughout the day.some of the office people found him one morning in his bed.and he had died.not sure of his age but i know he was more than 11 years old.