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This isn't going to end well...

There's nothing that stares quite so well as a pissed-off cat.

And there's no cat quite so good at being pissed-off as our Ben. When he gets his snit on, it's quite clear the whole world is against him, and that it manifests its bile in the shape of everything around him. Especially in cameras.

Me, I'm keeping back at a safe distance.

This isn't going to end well...

Putney, London
September 2009


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Sep. 18th, 2009 05:53 pm (UTC)
That's a catface which my mother (who has decades more experience of domestic cats than I will ever have) would describe as "Piesey" (correct spelling may vary: Shropshire dialect is internationally renowned for its free-form and creative use of letters).
Sep. 18th, 2009 06:38 pm (UTC)
does this indicate the thought 'give me pie!'?
Sep. 18th, 2009 06:51 pm (UTC)
No - it indicates more the thought-process "You stole my still-playable-with mouse - and now as revenge I am going to use your vegetable-garden as my toilet".
Sep. 18th, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Ben does do mice; he snaps his neck and throws them up then pounces on them and miaows for us to take them away and replace them with gooshy food...
Sep. 18th, 2009 07:12 pm (UTC)
Brian, my mother's late-cat preferred to maim mice/voles/shrews and then play with them until they either stopped moving, or managed to drag themselves to the safety of the space-under-the-cooker.

He would do the same with the squeaky-plaything baby-bunnies (except they would not fit under the cooker. Or the freezer for that matter).

His attempt to drag a fully-grown Hare into the kitchen through the cat-flap failed: when said Hare got inextricably wedged, Cat proceeded to gnaw off and eat the Hare-bits he'd managed to get through the cat-flap. Leaving my mother to discover the remaining bloody, severed stump next morning.

Some time I must narrate the story of being watched by the cat's milk-dish.
Sep. 18th, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
If Max has that look on his face, I sleep with the bedroom door locked against him. But then, as you know, he's got previous.

Sep. 20th, 2009 07:47 am (UTC)
Oh dear, the Feline Overlords will have your card marked now... :D
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