Our own Heliconia sent us this bit o’ hilarity. I about died laughing.
Misha only wishes she could do this to dogs. But Misty, the ginormous husky we lived with for a time, had too thick an undercoat to be impressed by a snarling, spitting cat with no front claws. Despite the teeth.
Bonus: cats and water, always good for a larf. (Warning for the tender-hearted: there are kitties getting a fishy at the end.)
Our big mama cat once made the mistake of thinking the tub was empty of everything except my mom. She loved to play in the tub. So just imagine this enormous calico cat, mean as sin and not shy about demonstrating displeasure, sauntering into a bathroom as a lady shaves her legs and her daughter babbles at her from a perch atop the toilet seat. Imagine both of us watching the cat, thinking nothing much of it until the kitty stops, gathers her hindquarters, flicks her tail, and begins her jump. Imagine both of us shouting at the kitty that there’s water in there as she sails through the air and sploosh. Imagine the chaos as the cat frantically splashes, my mother drops her razor and tries to get a grip on the cat without getting shredded, and water goes absolutely everywhere. I’ll never forget the image of that struggling, sopping, howling bundle of misery being lifted dripping, drooping and writhing with my mom holding her just under the forelegs with arms extended. Poor kitty and mommy. At least they both survived, although neither with dignity intact…. Still, you gotta hand it to my mother’s reflexes: she survived without bone-deep wounds. Good reaction time, that woman.