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Author Topic: When Cats talk and other wierd stuff  (Read 33963 times)
Brian D. Bray
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« Reply #120 on: April 17, 2009, 01:41:30 AM »

Remember how this post started:

Put this under true but unbelieveable stories.

I was lying in bed, in that la-la land between asleep and half-awake, when I hear the cat speak.  It likes to sleep on my wife's bed when she's not using it.  I swear I heard the cat say, "Mii Muwhat oo go mout,"  over and over for a until I got out of bed and opened the door for it. 

Well it happened again, the other cat this time.  This cat had been the outside cat until the day my wife took pity on it, I thing the temps outside were something like 8 F, and let it into the house for the night.  Now we can't keep it out.  It has figured how to crawl under the house and push up the heat vent cover to get into the house.  We now have to keep a chair over the grate or the cats in the house.

Anyway it had climbed it's way into the house while I was home alone (That's a good name for a movie, don't you think?) and came into my room as the door had been left ajar.  After while I had to use the bathroom and when I returned to bed I closed the door completely, not realizing the cat had gotten into my bedroom, or was even in the house, for that matter.  I'm just getting back to sleep, in that la la land of netherland, when I here that,  "Mii Muwhat oo go mout,"  over and over for a until I got out of bed and opened the door for it. 

So Spring as come and I'm back to being Dr. Doolittle again after a winter hiatus.

I know that because as I was working on the chicken coop I hear local Pa Quail yell "look up!  look up!" and I look up to see a hawk (harrier) circling above me.

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« Reply #121 on: April 17, 2009, 09:35:04 AM »

Yrs ago three of us bought a house trailer 8 x 28' and fixed it up and made a camp out of it near the Homochitto national forest in Mississippi.

Our neighbor Chris and his family had this forever stunted cat named George. He was a tough fellow and it took two seasons for him to warm up to us.

One winter night the temps got into the middle teens and George was right outside our trailer. We brought him inside but he was having no part in that, he much preferred the cold.

We thought for sure he'd freeze to death and made a few more attempts at bringing him inside where it was warm.

We finally gave up trying. That night I worried he'd be frozen solid on the deck, but the next morning he was running around as usual. He was a weird cat.


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« Reply #122 on: April 18, 2009, 10:52:02 AM »

Brian, well, of course I clearly recall this thread.  Everytime I see it as an unread post, I smile and I know for surely you are going to tell us a story, and you did.  I love to listen to stories like these freaky little ones.  I know you understand the lingo of your critters on your farm.  I don't think I have fine-tuned my hearing for these such things yet, one day I will, and I will be as you, telling the tales of the barnyard critters that speak.  Have that wonderful and awesome day, great health.  Cindi

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service
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