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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

For the past 24 hours, I’ve been laughing over the story of a Portland, Ore., man who called 911 after his 22-lb cat went on the rampage. Lux, the cat, scratched the dude’s 7-month-old baby, so the guy kicked Lux in the rear. Lux didn’t take kindly to that and charged the whole family, leading to them taking refuge in a bedroom and calling for help. The guy warned the police that Lux had a “history of violence.”

911

The absolute best retelling of this tale is by one of my favorite Internet people: MichaelK of Dlisted, who wrote:

“The fluent felinese speakers out there can correct me if I’m wrong, but ‘RAAAAAARRRRRRRR!’ translates to ‘I’m the captain now!‘ in English, right?”

This story reminded me of a dog I had in high school. I’ve mentioned before that Ringo, a Shih Tzu, was a mean bastard. “The whole family was scared of him till the day he died,” I wrote.

1982

Both Ringo and I seem harmless in this Polaroid.

I never elaborated, so this seems like a good time to do so. Ringo had a habit of eating rather large, normally inedible objects. One of his favorite snacks was children’s underwear. Luckily my sister and I were about 10 and 13, respectively, when this started, so our panties weren’t very large. But, still, it was more than a dog should swallow whole. If we tried to approach Ringo while he was chowing down on undies, he would go crazy and attack us, again and again. After one of the first times that he swallowed the undies whole, we brought him to the vet and explained sheepishly that Ringo had consumed children’s underwear. “Was the child in them at the time?” the vet asked dryly. We didn’t find that very humorous. (Ringo would ultimately puke up or poop out the underwear — it varied from occasion to occasion — but with great difficulty.)

ringo old

Me, my dad and a grown-up Ringo in the early ’80s.

Note that in the photo above, taken in our kitchen, I look a little nervous while holding the fluff ball that is Ringo. That was a damn good room to be nervous in because that’s where my sister, father and I were when Ringo appeared one day with a pair of undies he found in the laundry room or a bedroom, despite our best efforts to hide intimate apparel. He went so berzerk that we all fled to the top of the kitchen counter. From that safe place, my dad used a big umbrella with a curved handle to try to drag the undies out of Ringo’s mouth. (I don’t know how this dog simultaneously held on to the panties and snapped at us at the same time, but he managed it.) At some point my mother came home and walked into the kitchen. We all screamed, “DON’T COME IN!!!!!”  I’m not sure mom has ever gotten over the vision of two tweens and a grown man held at bay by a maniacal small dog. But you know what we didn’t do? We didn’t call the fucking po-po to rescue us!

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12 Responses to “Fat Cat With a History of Violence”

  1. GeorgeB
    Twitter: gbrandestelcosolutions.com
    says:

    I remember barbaraB walking in as Ringo was hanging from the umbrella

  2. Nola Rice says:

    Still laughing, we had one also, a 5 pound toy poodle who was meaner than a cornered rattlesnake. That pup was so scary. And the cutest little thing you have ever seen.

  3. Lynnski says:

    Your story of Ringo makes me think of a wonderful song by John Prine. He sings this song (In Spite of Ourselves) with gorgeous singer-songwriter Iris DeMent. One line goes like this:

    “He ain’t got laid in a month of Sundays/Caught him once and he was sniffin’ my undies”

    It’s a great song about lasting love! No cats, no calls to 911.

  4. Oh my god, I laughed my ass off at that story – Ringo sounds hilariously awful!

  5. Tina says:

    That sounds like one bat shit crazy dog!

  6. Ringo might have been a mean little so-and-so, but I bet you loved him anyways!! (The veterinarian’s question about whether a child was still in the underwear when Ringo ate them?? Priceless!!)
    The resident cat at the veterinary clinic where I work has a similarly “difficult” personality; he’s supposed to earn his keep as a blood donor and demo kitty for giving medications…but we seriously take our lives into our hands when we so much as try to pick him up!!