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| Topic Started: Feb 26 2014, 11:29 AM (611 Views) | |
| Olive Oil | Feb 27 2014, 06:57 AM Post #16 |
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If you can live with it, perhaps try covering the couch with balloons. Once they break even one, it's enough to keep them away. I did this years ago with a cat we had and I actually could stop using the balloons after a few weeks. I've also had some success with citrus scents such as orange which many cats despise. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 27 2014, 10:22 AM Post #17 |
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Now that is an idea no one else has proposed. I can just imagine how much sleep DH and I will get til all the balloons break....do balloons come with Xanax? LOL It might just work. Thanx. btw - we just brought the boys back from the Vet, where a vet tech trimmed their nails. Only $15 each this time! |
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| Darcie | Feb 27 2014, 11:07 AM Post #18 |
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Maybe I should go to the vet to get my toenails done, they charge $50 here and I only have 2 feet. |
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| Trotsky | Feb 27 2014, 11:52 AM Post #19 |
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Per nail that can get pricey. |
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| sooty | Feb 27 2014, 03:00 PM Post #20 |
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Suds has her nails clipped monthly by me. It doesn't stop the shredding but I would rather have her than a pristine lounge. A friend had her cat trained to only scratch a child,s lounge chair in the sunroom . Her son recovered it every few years but I have no idea how she got Boris to be so selective. |
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| Trotsky | Feb 27 2014, 03:37 PM Post #21 |
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I tried clipping the nails of my two darlings. They hated it like poison and I was bitten, scratched, screeched at. They sensed when it was time for clipping and it became a chase around the apartment. Eventually I could take it no more and gave up trying. I still have a scar on my inner thigh where I used my legs to hold their hindquarters still while I clipped the front paws...until Sybil got a rear leg free and slashed me. And then wiping the other ones ass and trying to get worming pills down her throat...and I tooke her in without knowing she was pregnant, and full of ear mites. I'm too old for that shit anymore. But it was all worth it when I was away for a couple days and I came home and Sybil jumped up to my 6'2" chest with joy at seeing me. As soon as In walked in the door it was catch the flying kitty. Edited by Trotsky, Feb 27 2014, 03:47 PM.
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| FuzzyO | Feb 27 2014, 04:13 PM Post #22 |
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I remember a similar incident when I went to get Trouschka from the vet's after she was spayed. This was back in the day when they kept them in for a few days and when the vet carried her into the reception room she leapt from his arms and flew several feet to land on me. Nobody jumps up on me these days, but both Oscar and Bertie come to the door to greet me when I come home. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 27 2014, 05:25 PM Post #23 |
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Red and Blue must make quite an impression wherever they are known. DH and I went to a meeting tonight in a town north of here, and we said hello to a man we know slightly, but who friended me on Facebook last year and we have a lot of mutual friends. He had a woman with him we had never seen before. As soon as she introduced us, she started talking about Red and Blue and their antics. She was his girlfriend which was a bit of a surprise as I had always thought he was gay and she knew of Red and Blue thru her boyfriend who knew about them from Facebook. Earlier today I called my eye doctor's office where a gardening buddy (also a Facebook friend) is a technician. I needed to know about a certain medication the doctor was planning to give me so I can discuss it with my allergist tomorrow morning. Before she would give me any information about the drugs, she went through about 4 or 5 of Red and Blue's latest capers. Is that what I have become - just an accessory to two cats? |
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| agate | Feb 27 2014, 06:29 PM Post #24 |
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That is funny BJ laugh123 |
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| Darcie | Feb 28 2014, 12:20 AM Post #25 |
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To answer your question: Was there ever any doubt? Good luck on your appointment today with the allergist. |
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| Trotsky | Feb 28 2014, 01:47 AM Post #26 |
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Now you know how the parents of Pussy Riot feel. |
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| angora | Feb 28 2014, 02:41 AM Post #27 |
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When the cats get together, Red and Blue tell their stories about you. The cats laugh and laugh. Why, you are well known as far as Ontario. When I hear Ruckus give a little snicker at bedtime, I know he is revisiting a recent episode of Red and Blue's 'bj follies.' |
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| Bitsy | Feb 28 2014, 02:55 AM Post #28 |
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I don't even share their escapades with Lucy and Abby (daughter's cats) for fear they will attempt to duplicate. |
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| blizzard | Feb 28 2014, 04:11 AM Post #29 |
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Our first cat was Boots, he had a stunted tail so was quite recognizable in the neighbourhood; so much so that one day my mother was stopped by someone who exclaimed, "Oh! You're Boots' mother!" For years my mother would tell this story ending with the fact she did not much appreciate being known as a cat's mother - it was bad enough being called K or A's mother. (Good thing we had happy childhoods) Over the years we have always told cat stories and are pretty sure they go to the Kitty Pub every Friday to tell all sorts of tails - er, tales. I really must find an artist to work with me on my book, it features Mozzy. |
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| FuzzyO | Feb 28 2014, 06:17 AM Post #30 |
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Same thing happened to me at the corner store, a child came up and asked if I was Taylor's mother. Children used to come to the door and asked if Taylor could come out to play. He was well-known in the neighbourhood, and your backyard barbecue was not considered a success unless Taylor showed up. This was back in the day when cats could go outside. |
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