Cat - Does Your Cat have a Bad Habit?

I once had a cat named Rex who had all kinds of bad habits. But his worse bad habit was that he would stay out to all hours of the night and when he did come home he smelled of female feline and catnip. I didn't know what kind of trouble he was getting into but it worried me. One night I decided to follow him to see exactly what he was up to. I figured if I knew what he was up to I could perhaps save him from himself. The night I chose to follow Rex the moon was full so I had a good view of everything. He immediately left the house and walked about 5 blocks away to a dark and strange alley. As I followed him into the alley I noticed that there was a long fence and on the fence sat about 20 tomcats. My Rex joined the other cats on the fence by hopping up and sitting next to the last cat in line. Then the row of cats began to sing - and they sung in tune! I couldn't believe my ears. It was like a karaoke bar for cats. I believe they were singing that Sinatra song 'I Did it My Way'. It was beautiful the way they sang. They sounded like a choir. As the sound of the tomcats singing filled the alley a flock of female cats soon moved in. They gathered around and listened to the tomcats like they were rock stars. And when I looked at my cat - Rex - I had never seen him happier. He had a big grin on his face the size of a pizza. No wonder he was staying out to all hours of the night. If you were a cat wouldn't you? But soon crept in the unsavory cats. You know the type - always scratching themselves like they had a monkey on their backs. It didn't take me long to realize they were pusher cats. Selling nickel bags of catnip to who ever they could. It was more than I could take. I had to leave. I didn't want to see my Rex all glassy eyed and strung out. To make a long story short one night my Rex never came home. Nor the night after that nor the night after that. It was on the 6 o'clock news that I next saw him. There he was with the rest of the tomcats being rounded up by the police like he was a common criminal. He looked horrible - there were bags under his eyes and he needed a shave. I found out later that he was doing time at the Humane Society. I bailed him out but poor Rex had formed a bad habit. He was gone the next day. I don't know where. Probably back to the rock star and catnip life he craved so much. And there is a moral to this story for any of you kittens out there reading this article. A little catnip now and then is okay but it can be addictive. Do you want to end up like Rex - a cat with a monkey on its back? (c) All rights reserved I just can't decide. Whether to get pet medical insurance or not to get pet medical insurance. It's driving me crazy. The story is here Pet Medical Insurance. Article Source:http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Ralph_Cramdin Cat - Does Your Cat have a Bad Habit? I once had a cat named Rex who had all kinds of bad habits. But his worse bad habit was that he would stay out to all hours of the night and when he did come home he smelled of female feline and catnip. I didn't know what kind of trouble he was getting into but it worried me. One night I decided to follow him to see exactly what he was up to. I figured if I knew what he was up to I could perhaps save him from himself. The night I chose to follow Rex the moon was full so I had a good view of everything. He immediately left the house and walked about 5 blocks away to a dark and strange alley. As I followed him into the alley I noticed that there was a long fence and on the fence sat about 20 tomcats. My Rex joined the other cats on the fence by hopping up and sitting next to the last cat in line. Then the row of cats began to sing - and they sung in tune! I couldn't believe my ears. It was like a karaoke bar for cats. I believe they were singing that Sinatra song 'I Did it My Way'. It was beautiful the way they sang. They sounded like a choir. As the sound of the tomcats singing filled the alley a flock of female cats soon moved in. They gathered around and listened to the tomcats like they were rock stars. And when I looked at my cat - Rex - I had never seen him happier. He had a big grin on his face the size of a pizza. No wonder he was staying out to all hours of the night. If you were a cat wouldn't you? But soon crept in the unsavory cats. You know the type - always scratching themselves like they had a monkey on their backs. It didn't take me long to realize they were pusher cats. Selling nickel bags of catnip to who ever they could. It was more than I could take. I had to leave. I didn't want to see my Rex all glassy eyed and strung out. To make a long story short one night my Rex never came home. Nor the night after that nor the night after that. It was on the 6 o'clock news that I next saw him. There he was with the rest of the tomcats being rounded up by the police like he was a common criminal. He looked horrible - there were bags under his eyes and he needed a shave. I found out later that he was doing time at the Humane Society. I bailed him out but poor Rex had formed a bad habit. He was gone the next day. I don't know where. Probably back to the rock star and catnip life he craved so much. And there is a moral to this story for any of you kittens out there reading this article. A little catnip now and then is okay but it can be addictive. Do you want to end up like Rex - a cat with a monkey on its back? (c) All rights reserved