Attempted Feline Sabotage

Grymm;

Luck was on your side.

I had a similar incident a few years ago. Our cat Ash (My Wife's baby) is a 9 year old Domestic Short Hair cat. She was the runt of a litter that was neglected. She still looks like a kitten for her size she weighs in just under 5 lbs (Eats anything but Gains nothing) as such she is silent death on four paws. It is not until you feel the claws dig into your calf that you realize she is in the room. On with the incident.

In our old house I had a huge model room all to myself. I did not at the time have a proper spray booth so I left the door open to vent fumes towards the open window. While the parts were drying I went back to the next subassembly on the bench. So with superglue in hand I was working along and then they struck. Claws in the calf, sudden pain, slight jerk of the hand with the applicator, tip of the container with superglue, sudden pool on the floor protector under the chair. Ash dead center in the middle with superglue spreading towards the four paws. I grab her by the scruff and pulled her clear. Hurray I'm a hero! NO....that's when my wife walks by the open door and screams "Don't hurt the cat!" Leg bleeding and a mess to clean up I reply "Yes dear" and went about my business.

Next time kitty, you will be a living vignette if I have my way!

Cheers;

Gregory

A friend of mine also had something similar. He found that his son's water gun (a super soaker) aimed just right eventually discouraged the cat from ever wanting to enter the workroom at all.

Concerning cats, I'm also a modelrailroader, nuf said.

Yep, squirt bottles and sneaking up on them works great (if they know they can hear you coming it won't discourage them).

I've never had a problem with cats doing what Grymm told,  but my parents do have this 12 pound siamese (old style breed). If you ever want a cat that is almost like a person, this is the cat..... a grumpey mean person who has a good memory and always carries pointey objects. Now that its 16 it no longer attempts to leap at your face with all 4 paws with claws out when you look behind the couch, last year it forgave my father for giving it a flee bath when it was 1 or 2, and it has become more friendly.... as long as its not staring at your had like a piece of fish. The claws, as you might expect, are as sharp as ever and i still sometimes need to grab the cat as it's trying to bolt away with all its might, grab it's paw after i've secured the head and pull out the claw that has embeded itself into my thigh (once my neck...).  It also has the cry of a banchie, if it really wants something (or something done, like the bed made for it) it will encourage you.

reklein wrote:

Concerning cats, I'm also a modelrailroader, nuf said.

the visions that come to mind....


I have a cat named David Voss aka Psycho Kitty from h e double hockeysticks....he's about 18 months old. He tears thru the house full steam ahead, leaps upon the window sill & flips over & back onto the floor thinking he's in some sort of race track.  So far he hasn't disturbed my models... yet.  I do keep a lid on everything just incase he does go "Bonkers" in here... He tends to curl up in my lap as I'm working on something & pays no mind to it.

Been there!

Scott

That's a great story.. I have one too.

We have a 22lb grey and white 14 year old shorthair living with us.. Or should I say we are living with him.. Ever since he was a kitten like most Cats he loves open paper bags and boxes.. I mean he would get all his 22lb fat *** into a shoebox.. really.

Now as many of you may have already guessed.. I keep sub assemblies in large shoe boxes.. My Cat loves to watch me model.. Back when I smoked he was addicted to nicotene and would sit real close to me while I was modelling etc. ( please don't smoke!! best thing I ever did in my life for my family, myself and my friends was to quit..   4 years ago) .

Anyway one snowey night a few years back I had placed my completed 1/48 scale Albtross Dlll in a shoe box all set for transfer to our local show next morning....Yup... Ol Sammy ( nickname for Sammeow) found the box on my workbench while I was in dream land and squeezed his 5 gallon body and my prize kit into a one gallon box!!!!!!

No I did not kill him .. my wife got between us.. But I will admit that on a few occaisions Sammy spent a cold night out on the back porch tee hee hee....getbacks are great............

My wife and I have three cats.  Two are half-Siamese, half-Himalayan, named Yehudi and Hepzibah.  (My wife and I are classical music lovers.)  They stay in the house, and don't create much trouble beyond peeing and/or sharpening their claws in inappropriate places.  The bane of my existence, though, is a completely senile, 16-year-old black-and-white tomcat named Willie.  I'm lucky enough to have a detached workshop (a prefab wood building, 10' x 20', in the back yard.)  If Willie is out of the house while I'm in the workshop, he sits down on the steps of the workshop and yowls - for hours on end.  If I break down and let him in, he just wants to go out again.  I try to remember to shut him in the house before I go to the workshop.  The neighbors haven't complained about the sound effects yet, but I wouldn't blame them if they did.

I decided to immortalize Willie by putting him on board my model of the pilot schooner Phantom.  I found a box of HO-scale cats in the railroad department of the local hobby shop, and painted one of them in Willie's authentic markings:  http://www.hmsvictoryscalemodels.be/JohnTilleyPhantom/photos/photo3.html

I think a miniature Yehudi is going to be part of the crew of my current little project, the old Revell Golden Hind.  Hey - Drake took that ship around the world.  Can anybody prove that he didn't pick up a Siamese-Himalayan cat somewhere along the way?

 I do not now have a cat, and I have no intention to ever own one, or allow one to visit. No, I do like cats. I have seen the distruction they can create, and know what my reaction would be.......I can count down from 9 to 0 in 36 microseconds! An ounce of prevention is better than a ton of regret.

Some of you might have read about my cat Jersey in Master and Catmander and the Date that will live in In-feline-amy, well, my family adopted another one, Callie, whom for the 1st month was a weak and feable ally kitten.  Now she is a charge of fusion and furr. 

She too can now lay claim to having mastered the art of dive bombing my Arizona.

The other night, I was showing my Oriskany, which is in the same case as the Arizona, to a friend, when within 1/32 of a second, that little furrball zips out from behing the recliner and jumps into the display case and hit the Arizona amidships knocking the fighting top off the foremast.  Within a blink of an eye, she was gone.

I have said this before, I live in a house full of animal lovers, so its either I come to grips that my models all have expiration dates, or find a new hobby.

BTW, I learned that a 1/350 brass radar screen to a forward gun director CAN pass through a cats digestive tract.   I found this out when I had litterbox duty last Sunday morning.

Scott

All together now............ (sung to the tune of "Cats in The Cradle")..........

....there's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon,

....the place I eat every day at noon...

 

scottrc wrote:

Some of you might have read about my cat Jersey in Master and Catmander and the Date that will live in In-feline-amy, well, my family adopted another one, Callie, whom for the 1st month was a weak and feable ally kitten.  Now she is a charge of fusion and furr.  She too can now lay claim to having mastered the art of dive bombing my Arizona. The other night, I was showing my Oriskany, which is in the same case as the Arizona, to a friend, when within 1/32 of a second, that little furrball zips out from behing the recliner and jumps into the display case and hit the Arizona amidships knocking the fighting top off the foremast.  Within a blink of an eye, she was gone. I have said this before, I live in a house full of animal lovers, so its either I come to grips that my models all have expiration dates, or find a new hobby. BTW, I learned that a 1/350 brass radar screen to a forward gun director CAN pass through a cats digestive tract.   I found this out when I had litterbox duty last Sunday morning. Scott

Oh NO Mr. Bill!! Not the Arizona!?!?!  I think it's time to reactivate the roving Patrols & sensor sweeps bro. Man The Cat-a-Paults!!!
Man, that's incredible. What condition was that radar screen in when ya found it? That had ta hurt when passed Meowwwwllll

My second wife had seven Siamese. I wasn't too much into models at that time, but my Fireball XL-5 flying model rocket got a drenching from the tom that even several launches and the attendant charcoal exhaust residue couldn't overcome. If you have cats around and something bad happens to your toys I figure that's your fault. Have to know it's going to happen eventually. Only CONSTANT vigilance will thwart them.

Now David, this is a Feliney assault thread. not the Pooch pound  Man, that's a nasty bump on the noggin tho

 That was a nice video. Thanks for sharing it with us, Psycho-Kitty. I mean DAVID VOSS.  .

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go to YouTube.com and type in "crazy cat"

Hah, might as well add my feline story. About 3 years ago I inherited my late mom's Russian Blue named Smokey. He's generally been pretty good except for a distinct dislike for my modest little collection of Franklin/Danbury mint cars. At my mother's house all the doors had handle type doorknobs rather that round ones like in my house. Its a trip watching Smokey try to gain access to my model room by jumping at the door handle (which isn't there). The look of surprise and shock is priceless. The only advice I can offer is keep the doors locked and the paints closed up. My cat is getting smarter and I'll have to change my tactics as time goes by. All ready had to change where I hide my car keys. Don't mind him taking the car but he refuses to get a job and fill the gas tank. I guess he thinks thats my job. The only other advice I can offer is maybe get your cats involved in your hobby. After winning a couple of IPMS contests your cats may be hooked on the hobby. Rick Martin

My solution:

...boy, one thing I learned from this thread is that there are some REALLY PATIENT guys in this forum that aren't necessarily the heads of their households...

Been there. Done that. Posted this solution before but thought it might help those not in the know.  Had the same problem with 2 cats and an over active Beagle. Solved the problem by taking an old screen door from a previous porch rebuild, fixing it up and repainting, and adding it to the workroom so there was 2 doors. When in the room working, had good circulation and could hear all going on in the house, and the pets could not get in. When not in the room, close the regular door. Wife thought it was a great idea. Have had friends use this idea on babies rooms to keep pets out while the babies slept but could hear if the baby was fussing. Try it, you might like it.

Jim 

RedCorvette wrote:

My solution:

You missed the part where the cat comes down on your face and claws your eyes out......

I am building the Cutty Sark and I had the mast's in place and had just finished about half the standing rigging. We have a cat named Slash who really wanted some female persuassion and wanted out anyway possible. So he decided to climb on my modeling table to see if the window above it was open. Finding it not open, I'm guessing here, he decided to jump down on the CS and mangled the fore and main mast leaving them hopelessly broken and tangled. Well after deciding not to kill the cat, the wife might get mad at this, I decided to try and fix it. So this weekend I picked up another CS kit and am restoring it back to where I was before the CATastrophe. I must have spent 15-16 hours just getting the parts sanded and painted but she's back to getting ship-shape.
Oh yes, we fixed the cat and I moved the ship to a better spot.

I once dated a gal who's cat at the propellers off 6 of my model planes. Nothing else. Just the propellers.  I'd give a dollar for a hidden camera video of that.  None of the planes were even dragged off the shelf.  What really frosted my buttons was when she said, "They're just toy airplanes."   The period of celibacy following that incident was a small price to pay for being rid of them both.

By Ogden Nash:   The problem with a kitten is THAT...Eventually it becomes a CAT.

By Johnny Hart:  "Cat" is caveman for d***it!

AJB93 wrote:

RedCorvette wrote: My solution: You missed the part where the cat comes down on your face and claws your eyes out......

Ever hear the term 'cat gut' tennis strings...;)

Mark

I like cats ... grilled with onions and mushrooms on a bed of wild rice.

I have a small zoo in my house, and woe befall on the animal that that enters my domain.  My wife is a stray lover.  She also has a flare for the exotic.  Here is the zoo:

3 Dogs, of various size. Fergie LARGE dog, Sheba min-pin, and Khan min-pin.

2 Cats Cat, and Git.  Never had problems with them.  Although Cat bites everybody but me.

2 Sugar Gliders.  Weird little beasts.

1 Guinie pig

1 hampster

1 Marine aquarium

And Shme the Ferret.

Sheba has gotten a hold of one model, and after the treatment, is asured never to touch another.  She is a puppy, and papered, so it was not very severe.  She no longer likes models though.  Bring one out, and under the bed she goes!  Shme will snoopp around the desk, but is un interested in the objects she finds.  All in all I have been pretty lucky so far.  They stay clear of the "Room".  Kids on the other hand...................

steelrudi wrote:

I have a small zoo in my house, and woe befall on the animal that that enters my domain.  My wife is a stray lover.  She also has a flare for the exotic.  Here is the zoo: 3 Dogs, of various size. Fergie LARGE dog, Sheba min-pin, and Khan min-pin. 2 Cats Cat, and Git.  Never had problems with them.  Although Cat bites everybody but me. 2 Sugar Gliders.  Weird little beasts. 1 Guinie pig 1 hampster 1 Marine aquarium And Shme the Ferret. Sheba has gotten a hold of one model, and after the treatment, is asured never to touch another.  She is a puppy, and papered, so it was not very severe.  She no longer likes models though.  Bring one out, and under the bed she goes!  Shme will snoopp around the desk, but is un interested in the objects she finds.  All in all I have been pretty lucky so far.  They stay clear of the "Room".  Kids on the other hand...................

Sugar Gliders???

I know about Sugar Gliders ... and possums ... and rabbits ... and  ... I dated a wildlife rehabber for awhile, and you never knew WHAT was going to greet you when you opened the door - or what you would wake up to the next morning, 2 inches from your face, staring at you as it tried to decide whether it was going to lick you, eat you or pee on you.