Andy’s minding his own business, being a very good boy, when…
…there is a clatter and a trail of destruction!
Andy is aghast! (No, I didn’t say he is “a cat”, though there is sufficient objective evidence to support that contention!)
It arrives in a fury! It rips at the very fabric of the ottoman: scritch-scratch-scritchity!
It slowly comes to a stop…! All that’s left is to assess the total destruction!
Or just call it what is: PURRICANE DOUGY! Keep on moving. Nothing to see here!
I love that last picture. Looks like he’s plotting his next adventure.
Most likely he was!
Sooooooo cute!!!!
They are sweet little cats (mostly!), though I exaggerate their naughtiness to get a chuckle or two.
miyauw 😀
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He should try that with me … it is all about discipline – unless you do not REALLY care about that ottoman.
It’s just a thing. I am not that materialistic or care that much about objects, though I know that isn’t the standard impression of Americans. I don’t punish pets for being bad (by human expectations) since I understand the scratching thing is instinctive and meant to preserve his claim on a favorite perching place. The ottoman is covered with a heavy-duty material that resists kitty claws pretty well, for that matter. If it did matter that much to me, I’d take my cats to the pound to get rid of them or have their claws amputated, a barbaric practice still legal in the USA, though more and more veterinarians won’t perform the mutilation of healthy cats since it isn’t for the cats’ benefit so much as to preserve pet owners’ furniture. Please read these blogs as meant to be mildly amusing, with some exaggeration for comedic effect.
No, I did not mean I would go into action for the furniture damage (my furniture suffers too) – but if a cat scratched ME (or any other human) for a favourite spot, that would be punished – and rather with a water pistol than anything hurtful.
Oh, OK! Now I follow your thought! Neither of my cats bites or scratches to get his way with me, fortunately, though anything is possible.
Just because you said Dougy was attacking that visitor, who was using the ottoman.
I wasn’t clear: He was scratching the ottoman, not any person (that is, not me!), though that is naughty enough.
Well, yes, but I would run amoc over a scratched piece of furniture – just to clear that up. I would try to dissuade him, my NOs are quite well observed here. But I would not go as far as I would with a cat who dared to attack a human being – my friend has a tom, who does.
I’m fortunate in that Andy and Dougy both are mild-mannered cats. I’d have a problem with a biting, scratching cat. I think that often is a sign of abuse (or maybe just teasing), and the cat is trying to defend itself against some perceived threat. Of course, there are also plain psycho cats! One of my neighbors had a psycho Siamese. It was fine with the family, but a hellcat with everyone else. I tried to make friends with her. My neighbor was pleased the cat actually let me get close to her, though I never did get to hold or pet her. “You’re lucky she didn’t bite. That’s what she usually does.” Dougy does stop scratching when I make a loud clapping sound. It interrupts the thought that lead to the activity, I guess. Of course, when I’m not around to make the noise, he scratches all he wants!
I would of course NOT run amoc over furniture – I forgot the NOT – feel sooo stupid now.
Don’t worry about it! (I know you are reading this in English, and that you are a native German speaker. I am no where as good understanding German as you are understanding English!)
Thanks, but I have been learning English since 1978 – it would be sad, if nothing had stuck meanwhile …
I started to improve in German when I was stationed there in the US Army and had opportunities to speak it regularly with native speakers. Though the part of the USA where I live was settled by large numbers of German-speaking people, most of the old timers have died off. Their children and grand children either speak no German or very little German, a classic immigrant story in this country, regardless of the country from which people come. Anyway, I quickly lost any proficiency in the language when I returned to the USA and had virtually no people I could practice my lousy German on!
Can’t be any more lousier than my fucking English. Once you lived in a country for some time you get an at least vocal profiiency I might never reach. I started to watch Watch me Dating on the Guardian – and could not make out much of what was said! Very sad!!
I guarantee my German stinks! I traveled to many areas in then-West Germany, and I had difficulty understanding Berliners and people in the Saarbrücken area the most.
That is not because of YOUR German, I can assure you! More them …
LOL! The Berliners slurred the ends of words and spoke more idiomatically than other Germans, it seemed, and the people on the other end of the country had a thick local dialect that I couldn’t understand, period! Though I learned conversational German (so the book tital said!), it must have sounded very formal to native speakers.
Saarland-people speak a thick dialect – a variety of German.
The first time I heard it was at a service station near Saarbrücken . A local was talking with the attendant, and none of it made sense to me. I asked the attendant (who spoke in standard German I understood when talking with the local) where the fellow was from, and the attendant told me he was from that area. Since Kaiserslautern (where I was stationed) isn’t that far from Saarbrücken (about 70 km), I was surprised the German spoken by some locals there was so different from what I was used to in Kaiserslautern. I don’t recall having difficulty understanding any Kaiserslauterners, other than when they used unfamiliar vocabulary. It may be that they were used to dealing with more people like me who spoke a little German, not that well, so they purposefully spoke more clearly and used simpler vocabulary with obvious Americans.
When people know you are a stranger they are most likely giving a try at the German language version of the “Queen’s English” -Received Pronunciation (RP) is regarded as the standard accent of Standard English in the United Kingdom, with a relationship to regional accents similar to the relationship in other European languages between their standard varieties and their regional forms.[1] RP is defined in the Concise Oxford English Dictionary as “the standard accent of English as spoken in the south of England”. Hence I am very unlikely to understand somebody from Yorkshire with a broad Yorkshire-Dialect. Or a Liverpudlian. The same is true for “Hochdeutsch” – the standard version of German. And (in-)famous dialects like Bavarian or Saxon.
Infamous example of Saxon.
A sentence with “Gänsefleisch” (goose meat)
Gänsefleisch mal den Gofferaum ofmache.
Standard German:
Könnten Sie vielleicht mal den Köfferraum aufmachen.
English: Could you probably open the boot
I’d be lost for sure!
In Saxony? Me too!
That makes me feel less incompetent, then! Ha! I like the sound of Austrian (especially Wiener German), but found I had to listen to it for awhile before it started to make sense to me.
Well, in Austria they even use some words that are only used there. Example, a pancake – ein Pfannkuchen in Standard-German is ein Palatschinken in Austria. Tomaten – quite similar to your word, tomatoes, become Paradeiser – from Paradiesäpfel – apple from paradise down south …
Interesting! No wonder I never felt totally comfortable around Austrian speakers of German!
There are other aspects to them that might make you think twice … but I will not mention the Unmentionable.
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A lot of Austrians were revelling in the SS. And still Austria claims they have been forced to be a part of the Reich. Not only was Hitler Austrian (and we – Germany – made him a German later), a lot of Austrians loved the Nazis. But shhh – don’t mention the war.
I understood that they had residual tendencies that way, and that their president (at one recent time – I don’t know if it’s the same guy now) was a bit ultra right wing. Of course, there is an extreme right wing in my country that has kidnapped the Republican party and is responsible for gumming up the works in our Congress, so I won’t be too smug about the Austrians’ problem on the extreme right.
Nor should I with movements like Pegida ruining German reputation again. But the good news is – since that movement was only unified by their hatred for immigration (blaming EVERYTHING on muslims) they have quite fallen apart since.
It’s gun nuts over here. Just read about the woman who accidentally shot herself in the eye when she tried to adjust a gun to a more comfortable position in her bra. She died in hospital. What?! Of course, the toddlers finding Mommy’s loaded handgun in her purse and accidentally killing Mommy are a recent phenomenon. One can go on for a long time giving examples of where someone trying to feel safer by carrying a gun accidentally killed or wounded themselves or someone else, often a family member. It’s nuts!
That and those bible-belt-weirdos … sorry, I grew up in a secular society, that kind of outspoken religiousity just seems wrong – and intolerant.
It is intolerant. They are oddly out of step with the teachings of Jesus, though they proclaim themselves to be his staunchest followers.
Yes, just like the fellows from DAESH (aka ISIS) see themselves as true muslims … when they do not even know the history about their prophet.
Peas in a pod. I agree.
So, is it the name that is the mischief?
No, the kitty is pretty much a terror when he puts his mind to it.
I suppose when he is called out on it he sits there taking a bath and telling you he has no idea how that happened.
Hey, he has those big Persian kitty eyes, and it’s impossible to stay unhappy with him!
MOL!! 😹 GOOOOOOOD KITTY!
You never know…I might put my feet on Dougy’s ottoman if he didn’t defend it from intruders!
Hehehe!
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LMAO!!! Oh Dougy. He seems to have some energy. 🙂
He does put a lot of energy into defending his territorial claims! =(^+^)=
That would be our Lucio, a.k.a. Lucio “T”. Ross… 🙂
Lucio “Tyrannosaurus” Ross? LOL! They can be over-bearing when it comes to favorite spots, eh!?
Ha! They are up to their shenanigansI purricanes will be purricanes.
Dougy particularly wants everyone to know that is HIS ottoman! (…the little fart!)
Ha! Ha!
🙁 Dougy is not amused…! He made my own sister move her feet off the ottoman one time. I know better than to even think of putting my feet there, but hadn’t warned my poor sister the cat has no tolerance for sharing his ottoman! LOL!
So he did not learn to share as a toddler….lol..
He was a little bit bigger than his brother Andy…! (And cuter than me!)
Ha!
You know better than to pick on Dougy in my presence!! 🙄
LOL! There are some who might think this glorifies him in all his destructive magnificance! :\
Boys will be boys. 😉
And purricanes will be purricanes!