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<blockquote data-quote="Dannyalcatraz" data-source="post: 5088912" data-attributes="member: 19675">Our musical cat had several interesting habits.One was that she wandered around the house grousing like a little old man.&nbsp; She'd wander by, going &quot;mrf grf mrf grf eh rmf&quot;...it was like having a 13lb furry mechanic meandering through our daily lives, frustrated about a bolt she couldn't loosen.&nbsp; She was also quite the huntress, though, because she was a housecat, meant she only got whatever got into the house.Her brother, though...he was the wussy pussy.&nbsp; He used to run away when we entered the house...for the first 10 years of his life.&nbsp; Once a month, he'd attack the side of the fish tank with a 15 second &quot;drum solo&quot; attack and wander off.&nbsp; I once watched him watch a cricket walk straight towards him, pass within an inch of his paws, and after it had passed by and gotten 5' away from him, he flopped over and swatted a single lazy paw at it 3 or 4 times...and then he looked at me as if stunned that it got away.The only thing he could hunt was Tender Vittles.&nbsp; THOSE turned him into the furry equivalent of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethan_Hunt" target="_blank">Ethan Hunt</a>.&nbsp; We had to lock them up- He'd open cabinets with bars on them, open the box, then fish out a single bag and shred it open.&nbsp; Many an aluminum corpse was found in the middle of the kitchen.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dannyalcatraz, post: 5088912, member: 19675"] Our musical cat had several interesting habits. One was that she wandered around the house grousing like a little old man. She'd wander by, going "mrf grf mrf grf eh rmf"...it was like having a 13lb furry mechanic meandering through our daily lives, frustrated about a bolt she couldn't loosen. She was also quite the huntress, though, because she was a housecat, meant she only got whatever got into the house. Her brother, though...he was the wussy pussy. He used to run away when we entered the house...for the first 10 years of his life. Once a month, he'd attack the side of the fish tank with a 15 second "drum solo" attack and wander off. I once watched him watch a cricket walk straight towards him, pass within an inch of his paws, and after it had passed by and gotten 5' away from him, he flopped over and swatted a single lazy paw at it 3 or 4 times...and then he looked at me as if stunned that it got away. The only thing he could hunt was Tender Vittles. [I]THOSE [/I]turned him into the furry equivalent of [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethan_Hunt"]Ethan Hunt[/URL]. We had to lock them up- He'd open cabinets with bars on them, open the box, then fish out a single bag and shred it open. Many an aluminum corpse was found in the middle of the kitchen. [/QUOTE]

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