where did she learn to say those words?

[memelaina]

Last night was a First Friday Fandom meeting. We had pretty fair attendance, talked about our upcoming convention, the upcoming convention that other fans in town are running, about how we really, really need a publicity committee to bring in more members to the group, and then had a good discussion of S.M. Stirlings's ISLAND IN THE SEA OF TIME. I had gone downstairs to my office to drop some data off of a thumb drive so that I could return it to it's owner when my geekiness was disturbed by the loud and angry sounds of cat torture. Since I didn't really believe that my fellow fans were tearing Sappho limb from limb, and since I know she has a prediliction for preverication (that usually involves telling complete strangers that she hasn't been fed in WEEKS), I finished my task and walked rather than ran up to the living room. Such a sight that met my eyes! Robin Monogue, former veterinary assistant and cat claw cutter extraordinaire, had Sappho firmly by the scruff of the neck and was trimming her front claws while Sappho spoke cat words of evil intensity at a loud volume. She also, I'm sorry to say, hissed and spat. Robin with calm unconcern finished both front feet, got a hand from her husband in completing one back foot, and was forced to give up the ghost with Sappho's right hind paw still untrimmed as tiger-like rage errupted there upon her lap. This morning, Sappho has chosen to forget the unpleasant incident and sits grooming and practicing kitty yoga on the fifty year old Navaho rug just as if she still had those sabre-like claws. She does still look a bit disgruntled though, doesn't she? What I wonder is where on earth did she learn that very obscene kitty vocabulary?

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[ericavdg.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of a WSFA meeting at our house when a new member was about to pick up Skepna, our black cat with one white spot on his chest (hence the nickname The Right Reverend Mr. Kitty). I told him that was a bad idea, because Skepna was prone to hissing and scratching when picked up. He said, "Oh, that's no problem. We're going to be friends! In fact, we're going to dance!" The guy proceeded to stand Skepna up on his hind legs and made him dance and then licked the top of Skepna's head! Skepna was so taken aback that he behaved himself, but he did run away fast and wasn't quite himself for about a week.

[jane-dennis.livejournal.com]

Sappho is beautiful (nice rug, too). Ah, claw clipping. Gail used to manage that for us, mostly. I have discovered that the Petsmart store here will clip a cat's claws for $9, and since our frail old Cali is amazingly capable of "tiger-like rage" I think that's some of the best-spent money ever.

[threeringedmoon.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous photo of a gorgeous cat. I think the vocabulary comes installed as the default.

Nail clipping is an ongoing issue here. I hate doing it, and sadly have dogs with dark nails which increases the likelihood of quicking them. (I quicked a dog once: I was more traumatized than the dog.) The schnozzle pup arrived as an infant with grooming issues, and it has taken two years of training to get him to where I can clip or grind his nails (using extreme caution and lots of hot dog jerky.) The groomer has instructions not to try doing his nails.