Modern day gladiator
[We have a temporary no-babies / no-cats policy on this blog, but what the hell...]
OK, the picture's pretty bad, but that's our neighbour with his cat, an incredible Sylvester lookalike. A tuxedo cat, as Sissy remarked! I mean, it's totally identical, and really big. I should get some better pics...
Anyway, the thing is they picked him up from the street to save him, but they are in trouble cause they already had another cat (named Taki from Gataki, which is greek for kitten...), and sylvester here (who's actual name is Mika) is really ferocious, and he wants to eat everyone alive, so they keep him in a little cage, which they place in the middle of the garden on the grass.
Which is totally ridiculous of course.
But what can they do, every time he escapes he scratches everyone within inches of their life. And they did rescue him in the first place, after all, so let's give them a break...
So every now and then they open the cage and let him out in the garden, and the owner stands in front of the only exit like a goalkeeper, waiting to catch him if he tries to escape. And a bunch of kids gather and watch from above (the garden is like a half-basement garden), and it's just like roman circuces, with the lions and the gladiators, and all the spectators watching from above hoping to see some blood!
Well, they usually do, and invariably it's the gladiator's!
Thumbs up or down?
Anyway, the thing is they picked him up from the street to save him, but they are in trouble cause they already had another cat (named Taki from Gataki, which is greek for kitten...), and sylvester here (who's actual name is Mika) is really ferocious, and he wants to eat everyone alive, so they keep him in a little cage, which they place in the middle of the garden on the grass.
Which is totally ridiculous of course.
But what can they do, every time he escapes he scratches everyone within inches of their life. And they did rescue him in the first place, after all, so let's give them a break...
So every now and then they open the cage and let him out in the garden, and the owner stands in front of the only exit like a goalkeeper, waiting to catch him if he tries to escape. And a bunch of kids gather and watch from above (the garden is like a half-basement garden), and it's just like roman circuces, with the lions and the gladiators, and all the spectators watching from above hoping to see some blood!
Well, they usually do, and invariably it's the gladiator's!
Thumbs up or down?
4 Comments:
The picture is hilarious. And from the looks of it, you found yourself a safe spot up in the peanut gallery from which to watch the proceedings. I think poor Mika is well within his rights to fight tooth and nail for a little freedom. How do they ever get him back in the cage? (And why bother?)
P.S. I've told you what I think of that policy -- everybody likes cats and babies.
Excellent questions. (both).
Quite frankly I have no idea. (none whatsoever). I'll investigate and get back to you.
These are my wacky neighbours, and they get wackier every day. I may have some more interesting material for this blog tomorrow!
A neighbour of mine once had a cat we used to call "shitty kitty" for similar reasons as you describe. It used to prey on everyone from behind doors and trees, and bite old ladies with varicose veins on their ankles and target people with shorts on.
But you cant help liking a cat with a bit of spark (just not while you are nearby, in shorts).
Which is exactly why Paschalis is in cat jail as I write this...
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