Something strange about my killer cat Psycho.......
He hates being called 'Cat' ........and makes a short sharp coughing noise and scowls at you, if you do.
My ex-girlfriend used to call him 'Baby' and he'd sort of smile, sigh and rub himself against her.
But if she called him 'Cat', he'd get all grumpy with her.
Ha ha Oggy - Ray doesn't like being called Raymond but that's probably because of the tone I use when I call him that - generally only when he's scratching the furniture or waking me up at 4 o'clock in the morning.
Absolutely love cats - all of them. I've had loads over the years - going back to when I was a kid - currently got a white one and a black & white one - they are ****ing awesome.
I like dogs too, but am more particular about them - I like some breeds but not others. I love Huskies, Staffs, Boxers, Samoyeds, Rottweilers, St Bernards, Labs, Bassetts and Alsatians. Can't stand little yappy dogs (if you want a dog, get a ****ing dog, not a squirrel) and never liked Dobermans, Pit Bulls, Afghans or Collies.
Like both, but I also like a lie in of a weekend, and not getting up at 6am weekdays to take a dog for a walk.
We have 3 cats in our house, all named after Survivor contestants, as when we moved into the enw house, we watched a lot of the series on DVD the week or so before the TV got sorted.
They are Boston Rob, Colby, and Rupert. Tried to get the missus to change the latter's name to Rufus in honour of Richard Rufus but to no avail.
I'm debating this at the moment. I'd love to get another dog but it isn't fair leaving them on their own all day. Besides dogs left alone eat and destroy shit.
Cats are sly and are stupid, the ones round my way have a death wish always sprinting in front of my car.
I like both and have had both..... at the mo ive got a maltese dog the size of a large handbag called Diesel hes a very clever boy and I love him, hes blinding...
The indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesnt mind the language
Its the beating she dont need
She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fires dead
And arrows in his hats
And davy crockett rides around
And says its cool for cats
The sweeneys doing ninety
cos theyve got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at heathrow
Theyre counting out the fivers
When the handcuffs lock again
In and out of wandsworth
With the numbers on their names
Its funny how their missus
Always look the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station
Theres a couple of likely lads
Who swear like hows your father
And theyre very cool for cats
Theyre cool for cats
To change the mood a little
Ive been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
Im looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time Im sober
Ive forgotten what Ive had
And evrybody tells me that its cool to be a cat
Cool for cats
Shake up at the disco
And I think Ive got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
Im invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But shes never on her own
I said Ill see you later
And I give her some old chat
But its not like that on the tv
When its cool for cats Its cool for cats
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
Many miles have I travelled,
Many games have I seen,
Following Charlton my favourite team.
Many hours have I spent in the covered end choir,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
My only desire.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
From Selhurst to West Ham,
Many years did we roam,
Forever dreaming of returning home,
To follow our team every year we aspired,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
In the covered end choir.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
The fifth of December 1992,
The exile is over, our dreams have come true,
Charlton at home, there's no more I require,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
My only desire.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
Many miles have I travelled,
Many games have I seen,
Following Charlton my favourite team.
Many hours have I spent in the covered end choir,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
My only desire.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
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He hates being called 'Cat' ........and makes a short sharp coughing noise and scowls at you, if you do.
My ex-girlfriend used to call him 'Baby' and he'd sort of smile, sigh and rub himself against her.
But if she called him 'Cat', he'd get all grumpy with her.
Your not wrong Oli
I like dogs too, but am more particular about them - I like some breeds but not others. I love Huskies, Staffs, Boxers, Samoyeds, Rottweilers, St Bernards, Labs, Bassetts and Alsatians. Can't stand little yappy dogs (if you want a dog, get a ****ing dog, not a squirrel) and never liked Dobermans, Pit Bulls, Afghans or Collies.
Like both, but I also like a lie in of a weekend, and not getting up at 6am weekdays to take a dog for a walk.
We have 3 cats in our house, all named after Survivor contestants, as when we moved into the enw house, we watched a lot of the series on DVD the week or so before the TV got sorted.
They are Boston Rob, Colby, and Rupert. Tried to get the missus to change the latter's name to Rufus in honour of Richard Rufus but to no avail.
Cats are sly and are stupid, the ones round my way have a death wish always sprinting in front of my car.
always loved the bass line... and the lyrics always made me laugh...
The indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesnt mind the language
Its the beating she dont need
She lets loose all the horses
When the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fires dead
And arrows in his hats
And davy crockett rides around
And says its cool for cats
The sweeneys doing ninety
cos theyve got the word to go
They get a gang of villains
In a shed up at heathrow
Theyre counting out the fivers
When the handcuffs lock again
In and out of wandsworth
With the numbers on their names
Its funny how their missus
Always look the bleeding same
And meanwhile at the station
Theres a couple of likely lads
Who swear like hows your father
And theyre very cool for cats
Theyre cool for cats
To change the mood a little
Ive been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
Im looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time Im sober
Ive forgotten what Ive had
And evrybody tells me that its cool to be a cat
Cool for cats
Shake up at the disco
And I think Ive got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
And she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
Im invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But shes never on her own
I said Ill see you later
And I give her some old chat
But its not like that on the tv
When its cool for cats
Its cool for cats
;o)
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
Many miles have I travelled,
Many games have I seen,
Following Charlton my favourite team.
Many hours have I spent in the covered end choir,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
My only desire.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
From Selhurst to West Ham,
Many years did we roam,
Forever dreaming of returning home,
To follow our team every year we aspired,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
In the covered end choir.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
The fifth of December 1992,
The exile is over, our dreams have come true,
Charlton at home, there's no more I require,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
My only desire.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
Many miles have I travelled,
Many games have I seen,
Following Charlton my favourite team.
Many hours have I spent in the covered end choir,
Singing Valley, Floyd Road,
My only desire.
Valley, Floyd Road,
The mist rolling in from the Thames,
My desire is always to be found at
Valley, Floyd Road.
We should all start clapping now!!!