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How my kitty tried to kill me
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Folks,
It is nice to be back.
I have a soft spot for Ginger who appeared a week ago, and as I said, seemed to like me even if he backed away from my wife. I must explain that there is another stray tom cat that I named Katie 2 because he looked like Katie in body marking. Katie 2 is ugly, and harassed Ginger and another 2 very beautiful strays that appeared in my garden. What is worse is that Katie 2 also terrorised my Dommie and my Katie.
I be happy to keep all of them fed even if I work my fingers to the bone to keep them in kipples. But Katie 2 upset the harmony. Just placing food outside kept only Katie2 happy as he chased away the other strays. I am planning to trap Katie2 , send him for snip snip, and then relocate him far away.
I hope eventually to neuter the others as well but they can stay in my garden and fed by me and be our associates.
I am rather glad Dommie finally liked the ocean. If you read my first attempt to take him there a year ago, he tried to climb up my legs into my shorts every time a wave hit the beach leaving a trail of my blood and marrow.
I feared even worse should he climbed into my shorts.
It did not go well all the time with my kitties.
You might like to read those reports in here and give me your sympathies.
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/2009/05/You will see how Katie threw a tantrum spoiling a wonderful outing and then Dommie threw a tantrum forcing me to do what mad dogs and Englishmen do, walk about in the mid day sun.
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Its been a long time ago since I was last here.
In a couple of other forums, I have extracted the gist as to how Katie tried to kill me and the subsequent retributions so folks can read that without having to click on the links.
So for old friends who had read, and for new friends who might not have known of us, here it is.
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I was living in Muscat, the capital city of the Sultanate of Oman at time of this event.
My wife had not joined me yet in the first few months of living there.
I say an advert in the supermarket of some kittens and decided I took in Dommie and his sister Kathy (or Katie ) to keep me company first.I came into your peaceful world with my screaming
"How my kitty tried to kill me"
with that link shanlung: Why I am in the office in flipflops today (or how my kitty tried to kill me) http://shanlung.livejournal.com/79517.htmlThere are many who hesitate to click on links for fear of the unknown or virus creeping via my link to infect their PC and entire household in due cause.
So I thought I extract that saga below
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Why I am in the office in flipflops today (or how my kitty tried to kill me)2008-10-19
(here is a letter I wrote earlier this morning at home to friends)So here I am on a working day morning (In Muscat, Oman, Thurs/Fri are weekends) at home over this laptop instead of in the office.
All because of my malicious Kathy (photos of horrid Kathy, with equally horrid Dommie in Dommie & Kattie - a set on Flickr) http://www.flickr.com/photos/shimmertje/sets/72157606906937927/detail/ .
Last night as I was stepping out into the patio, Kathy was wickedly weaving figure of eights about my ankle doing her best to trip me up to break my neck.
I widened my step and she rushed ahead, and my right foot was about to descend on her head to crush that to a pulp. I recognized that as a classic ploy from her to use one of her 9 lives to cause me to slip. So I widened my widen step a bit more to foil that malicious intent.
And I lost my balance that I tried to regain by swinging my left foot around to catch that by the door. Except instead of catching the door, I caught the edge of the door right against the Achilles tendon and got a cut.
Blood flowed.
It was painful. So painful that visions appeared for a while that I be in Muscat Private Hospital with two of my colleagues already in there.
And she just looked at me. Not the slightest bit of regret could I detect in her eyes. She looked so pleased.
I was going to kill her, and another of her life went down the chute.
I told my wife to withhold Kattie's dinner for that wicked malicious act she did on me.
She went on to feed her. She claimed she was feeding Dommie, but she did not prevent Katie from eating. Dommie even stood by to let Katie eat first.
She stuck a small pink plaster with cute Japanese Pokiemon faces printed on it. Not even a new plaster as she proudly told me she bought that 10 years ago.Gone are the good old days where wife stay 10 mincing steps behind and all words from husband and lord to be taken to heart and instantly carried out.
I called the office to tell them I could come in sandals but that violate the dress code. My boss was stuck in the most humongous traffic jam and he told me to take it easy at home.
Then to add salt to injury, my wife went on to feed the catties breakfast even ahead of getting my coffee and ham sandwich to me. She vehemently denied that those were her familiars, but I have my suspicions.
This is to put on record in case strange things happen to me, you can help seek justice for me and bring woe to the perps.
(and I just got that phone back from office that dress code will be relaxed for me and that I can go there in flipflops)
(edited on 11 Jan 09 to include the subsequent retribution that fell on horrid Katie a few weeks later thats recorded here shanlung: Karmic retribution on Katie and Riamfada trust
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/84195.html
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(edited on 8 May 09 to include yet another retribution that fell on horrid Katie
shanlung: More Karmic retribution on Katie / directional flights / walking with Riam and Dommie
http://shanlung.livejournal.com/92085.html
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Below is the extract of that terrible retribution that fell on Katie a few weeks later
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Karmic retribution on Katie and Riamfada trust
2008-11-12Yesterday, shortly before I left office for home at day end, I got this excited call from my wife.
She just got back from a 'coffee morning' that she organised for the idle female friends she got to know in Muscat. All coffee mornings used to be in Qurum/Shatti area, but not for the Seeb/Al Hail where we lived. So she started one yesterday and apparently 10 woman folks eventually turned up in a coffee shop in that Carrefour City Center.
She told them to meet at 11 am, on 11th, Nov. I was shocked! I told her that 11 of 11 of 11 is a sacred moment, not appropriate for a start to 'coffee morning' . I subjected her to a long lecture to that moment of remembrance. Maybe I am a man, and more martial. Man are also more naturally smarter, wiser and philosophical. Most unlike that silly nursery jingle that make you think we are made of snails and puppy dog tails whereas females are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
So she had changed that time to 1030am.
And she just got back.
She wailed "Katie is stuck on top of neighbour roof the whole day!" Words of 'starving to death' , 'dying of thirst' 'I must rescue her' were thrown at me. I wondered my thoughts aloud to her as how she knew Katie was stuck the whole day when she just got back. She ignored my thoughts and continued to wail about poor poor Katie.
And in me, I thought 'Heaven has eyes'. 'Karmic retribution on that evil one!' crossed my mind. Of course, I assumed you read of how Katie tried to kill me in shanlung: Why I am in the office in flipflops today (or how my kitty tried to kill me) http://shanlung.livejournal.com/79517.html about 3 weeks ago.
I guess that accelerate the goodwill visit we needed to pay to our poor suffering neighbours. They were from Eqypt and we had exchanged friendly words before, except we had not been into their villa yet.
So I picked up biscuits and chocalates as little gifts before I went home.
To see , and hear, with greatest of pleasure , Katie meowing her head off on the neighbour's roof. She was about 15 feet above ground. She must have climbed a tree on other side of roof, made her way towards direction of our villa, got into a cul de sac just above the entrance door and wailing out her misery. I told her not to be an idiot and just jump down. She got her front paws down the wall as much as she could, screamed and pull back on the roof.
One of the thing that endear Oman to me and my wife. Within the week of our moving in, we got to know our nice neighbour on both sides. In a year of living in Brisbane, our neighbours there did not wish to know us, did not return greetings we made to them, drew their curtains violently should they see us out of their windows.
We have so many more friends in Oman than in Brisbane. I guess the high cost of living there made the Aussies that much less friendly. Living with few friends is not meaningful to me. If I stayed on in Brisbane for a few months more, I would have my Permanent Residence cherished by so many people. But I thought since I changed my mind about retiring in Australia, the obtaining of PR mattered a lot less to me.
I went in to give mash to Riamfada , give her headrubs, switched on the lights in her room and told her I be back again.
Then we went over to see our neighbour, knocked on the door, and was welcomed in by the lady of that house, Madam Azza and her little son. I apologised for that Katie, and assured her that she would be down soon and I was so sorry for that. Azza was so nice about that. And during that chat, I heard a loud crash and I guessed Katie got tired of waiting for her rescue and decided to jump down.
Shortly after that, we left our neighbour. My wife told me she saw a flash of black and white. I did not see a black and white body broken on the ground. I did not see a kitty crawling on broken legs. When we got back, Katie was on the patio, complaining her kibble was not fresh any more and that we should throw that away or eat it ourselves. And can we bring out canned kitten gourmet food.
Katie was not even polite and continued on her old trick of trying to cripple me weaving those figure of 8s about my ankle.
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And more heavenly retribution on horried Katie yet again
More Karmic retribution on Katie / directional flights / walking with Riam and Dommie
2008-12-20
.I was wondering why the uploading of videos and photos yesterday Friday was so slow. And same this morning when I was trying to get them out for inclusion into this blog. Then I read in BBC that some cables broke and paralysed the net
Severed cable disrupts web access
BBC NEWS | Technology | Severed cable disrupts net accessSo I can only tell you those videos where Riam flew to named places, and other interesting photos are in this Flickr folder
Riamfada Thurs18Nov08
Riamfada Thurs18Nv08 - a set on Flickr
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157611420603086/On Wednesday night before I went to sleep, I had called for Katie as she would sleep next to me in bed. Dommie would sleep by my wife even if we all are in the same bed. Katie did not come at my call. In middle of night, I got out of bed to call her as it was unusual that Katie (yes, the same horrid one who tried to kill me in shanlung: Why I am in the office in flipflops today (or how my kitty tried to kill me) ) did not answer my call.
I thought well, we would get to see Katie cold and contrite at the door in the morning regretting that she did not get to sleep on the bed with us.Morning gave no sign of Katie even after breakfast for us. Curses on Katie did not make her appear either. It got me worried enough to go and call for Katie in the neighbourhood. My wife joined me when I walked down the road calling 'Katie, come come come'. No sound of her as I walked on and on, getting more and more worried.
Then 5 villas later, we heard her answering cry which became louder and louder as she found she got an audience of two of us. There she was, up on another roof. Which was music to my ears. Katie crying up there on that roof. Yet another karmic visitation on her evil deeds she persistently tried on me.
I would have enjoyed her crying even more if it was not so embarassing on me.
I told her to jump. She placed her paws down the wall , and then recovered herself and wailing away that was too difficult for her. All my persuasions failed.
I remembered another box of chocolate, and I turned back to home to get it for a visit to a new neighbour. Then the maid came out of that villa, and told us our cat was on their roof. As if I did not know that from the screaming and wailing in my ears. She told me her mistress send her to get a ladder from villa number 1 so the kitty could come down. I felt no ladder was needed. But out of politeness, I could not say that as that mistress was so nice. I could not let the maid handle the heavy ladder alone. So my great embarrasement was combounded as I approached yet another villa to borrow a ladder that was not needed.
And paraded myself with that maid carrying that ladder through the whole neighbourhood with Katie yeowing and screaming her head off to all to watch the scene.
The mistress of that villa was so nice and accepted all our apologies from me and wife. I wrestled the ladder up to the roof and ungrateful Katie looking down screaming at me to go up that wobbly ladder to get her down. I asked her politely to come down the ladder because the mistress was there and I had to watch my language.
Dommie came along and with us at the bottom looking up to his crazy sister. To encourage Katie to come down, I placed Dommie on the ladder and he went up. Dommie was the smart one, opening screen door to get in and out and other things. So he was up with Katie consoling her and then I asked Dommie to get down. Dommie got back to the ladder and slowly made his way down. It was futile hope on my part that Katie could be guided down that way.
(photos here Kathy retribution - a set on Flickr )
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shanlung/sets/72157611445203519/Katie continued to scream her head off. I suggested we leave the ladder so she could get down herself and she might do that if we left her alone.
So we got home, and I got back to the Internet. Not five minutes later, Katie came home demanding to be fed. I got ready to go out and that maid appeared to tell me Katie jumped down. So I returned that ladder which I thought was not needed with that maid.
I got back to give Katie the evil eye. She absolutely did not care and did her insidious figure of 8s around my ankle to try to cripple me yet again. If she was not so warm in bed and love to sleep with me and gave me such wonderful massages, I would have gotten Katie mummified and turned her into a bookend or a door stop.
Warmest regards
Shanlung
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testing if photos are possible
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Friends,
Do enjoy the photos and the accounts. Do not go and do what I have done with your own beasties and birdies.
Perhaps the circumstances had been very different with us all to have done all that.
Perhaps they are not the kitties and birdie you think they are but truly ETs from another galaxy far far away.
As said earlier, it started with Dommie being taken out.
I feared like almost all of you that the kittie will run to the distant horizon and be lost forever and ever unless a harness and leash was used.This was what happened.
Oman weekend 12-13Feb09 Wadi Fanja with Dommiehttp://shanlung.livejournal.com/95979.html
Partial extract
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Since my reports were photo intensive, you got to click http://shanlung.livejournal.com/95979.html
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So great to hear from you again. I love reading about Katie the potential assassin and Dommie the well-behaved one. They are cute kitties.
Posted 3 days ago by CheetahBoysmommy #
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