When my sister was going to school down at Cal Poly SLO she lived in a house that had a problem sort of like this. There was some hole in the house somewhere that allowed cats egress. Stray cats would sneak in at night and pillage the domestic cats food.

One night her boyfriend heard a cat fight in the storage room where the cat food was kept. He went to check it out and found two cats facing off in their usual puffy haired/arch backed cat manner. One of the cats was supposed to be in the house and one wasn't. In a moment of extremely poor decision making, he reached down and attempted to grab the unwelcome cat and put it outside. Having come to this point directly from bed he was wearing minimal (if any) clothing. The cat protested being picked up in the usual cat protest manner. With it's claws. With vigor.

The cat eventually won the fight when it sank it's claws into the boyfriend's scrotum and started doing Tarzan swings from it. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. I assume all of the boyfriend's focus went from 'getting the strange cat out of the house' to 'getting the fiery claws of agony out of my nutsack'.

Oh my. I'm not sure if it was supposed to, but that post made me laugh out loud. The thought of a bunch of random cats living it up in your apartment was hysterical!

I'd also be afraid of other critters entering in thru the kitty door - like a raccoon or something.

Well, if you think about it, you DO have an "open-door" policy about strays with that kitty door there.

ok..see first mistake...rrreeeerrr PHHT PHHT in cat language is "i don't like you, but I'll tolerate you..."


What you need is rrrrrrrrr phhhht rrrrreearr wowr.

Yes, yes and yes.

My mom often has a door or window cracked for her cats, and every cat in the neighborhood hangs out at her place.

First it was the neighbors asshole black cat that beat up Tommi. Then she moved and Ewok started hanging out. We don't actually know his name, but he looked like an Ewok...until his owners shaved him, then he just looked freakish.

Then their boyfriend moved in, without permission. He was a basic tabby, and very nice, but my mom suspects he was peeing on stuff. I actually woke up with him in my bed one night. I have a picture of him lounging on our couch.

For years now there has been this Siamese bitch terrorizing Tommi and Alyx. And she's not afraid of humans, unless we actually get up and chase her. At one point there were like four or five different cats hanging out at various times, even when we were home.

Now there's a new black cat, somewhat homeless, but I think the people across the street feed it. It's a very nice cat too, but keeps eating their food. Also not so afraid of us.

My mom still puts up with it because she doesn't want to trap her cats inside or out. The only thing I worry about is Feline Luekemia, which can be transmitted through eaten food apparently.

So...good luck with the commune! :)

Uh-oh. Maybe I need to re-think this whole kitty door thing...

Although not a similar story, my cat has become a total gangster. He's always chasing cats off our yard. I swear I heard him say "Get off my turf, fool!" one time.

Oooooooooh, you can get one of those cute little officer costumes at a pet store!

Perhaps you just need a bigger cat.



No, that's not my cat. Just a picture I found a while back on the internet.

This entry reminds me of that kitty-litter-for-multiple-cats commercial where the cat throughs a party then the people come home and they all scram, except for the cat with the lamp shade on its head.

Miranda

When I first read your post, I thought you said, "And I'm like, 'No! You don't live here!' and he screams."
Cause that would have been horrific. Making a cat scream like that...