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05 January 2006
Rupert the Ripper IRC denizens, especially Frisbee Girl, will recall the tales of my clothing-eating cat. I've posted to AskMe to see if I can get a random web-based diagnosis, or at least anecdotes to show me that I'm not alone.
From Specklet's link: "What to do With a Wool Sucking Cat." Heh.
That reminds me of an old sea shanty taught to me by my drunken Irish great-grandfather. He was a seafaring dentist.
Well, what do you do with a wool-sucking cat
A wool-sucking cat
A wool-sucking cat
What do you do with a wool-sucking cat
Early in the morning
Well, stick that cat in a gunny sack
A gunny sack
A gunny sack
Well, stick that cat in a gunny sack
And throw him into the sea
Well, what do you do if the sea spits him out
The sea spits him out
The sea spits him out
What do you do if the sea spits him out
Buy him a wee little lamb
Well, what do you do with a wee little lamb
A wee little lamb
A wee little lamb
What do you do with a wee little lamb
Shave off all its wool
Well, what do you do with those wooly locks
Those wooly locks
Those wooly locks
What do you do with those wooly locks
Knit an afghan for that wool-eating cat
Rupert is a this kind of kitty. I don't know if he has any siamese in him, although my friend does have three "stripe-face kitties" that are siamese. He doesn't meow like one, though.
Destructive pets sure are frustrating. My cats have never eaten anything wool, but I've lost countless cables, cords, chargers, headphones, shoelaces, and dangly pieces of clothing to their chewing pleasure.
I just noticed that my post is the only one tagged with "destroy" and one of only 4 tagged with "destruction" (one other of which is about a cat, strangely enough - the other two are about our ability to destroy Mars and how to destroy CDs).
My kitty isn't a woolsucker, but she _has_ realised that the best place to play with a mouse is our shower recess. It's got sides, see, so the mouse can't escape. Also -- slidey fun, nowhere to hide, and she doesn't get in trouble.
So every time she catches a mouse (always outside), she brings it, alive, to the door, waits to be let in, and then happily trots off to the bathroom for some personal playtime.
I'm a wee bit later here but: make sure he doesn't start crunching on the rawhide. It can splinter and make for an unhappy Rupert and matildaben if he swallows the bits.