I've never had an animal I didn't like. But I believe it's possible for this to occur, and for some reason I'm interested.

Tell us about that asshole gerbil or that evil cat you inherited.

When I was a boy, my brothers and I had two gerbils. They were allegedly the same gender, so as to prevent the inevitable. As it turned out, they were he and she, and we ended up with a whole bunch of the little rodents. No fault of the gerbils, of corse. We gave many of the young ones away when they were ready to be on their own.

The gerbils themselves were, actually, assholes. Not very friendly, at all. They liked to bite hands, scratch glass, and run in the wheel at night. Only at night, mind you, when I was trying to sleep. Remove the wheel, and all I'd hear all night is scratching and the bumping of their bodies on the cage screen in a desperate attempt to escape. No matter how well treated, they hated us. All in all, CRAP.

Lazybones wrote:The gerbils themselves were, actually, assholes. . . .They liked to bite hands, scratch glass, and run in the wheel at night. Only at night, mind you, when I was trying to sleep. Remove the wheel, and all I'd hear all night is scratching and the bumping of their bodies. . . they hated us.

Thank you. This made me laugh. What is wrong with me.

In college we lived with a cat named Keith. Keith is a great name for a cat.

Keith had some serious screws loose and would terrorize my roommate (now bandmate) John. Keith once bit John in the face while he was sleeping, had gashed and scarred and drawn blood many times and I've seen him chase John up onto the top of a chair.

Keith's eyes were black and lifeless like a doll's eyes....until the teeth would sink in and they'd roll back white.

One time we had many strangers crashing in our house and I was hanging out upstairs. upon a certain discovery, I ran down into the living room and hollered at John: "Keith Shit in your bed!! Keith Shit in your bed!!" This was much to the confusion of all the strangers who thought some dude named Keith shit in John's bed.

Keith was fucking evil, but we loved that little psycho.


I didn't hate Keith, but I know John did.




Faiz

i had a severely diabetic cat named fluffy that needed insulin injections twice a day. i wouldn't say i hated it, but it was a hassle.

especially the time it went into insulin shock and went blind, then wedged itself behind a toilet between a pipe and the wall and i had to figure out how to get it out without breaking its neck.

that night suuuucked.

I laughed out loud at this thread. I have never had a pet I hated, but a former bandmate of mine had a disgusting little dog he inhereited from his grandma. It was cancerous and had wispy hair, tumors, and would pee on himself, not to mention he wore dog sweaters (yes, I'm blaming it on him). I remember laughing when he got lost in the woods of Montana, but he got recovered before a bear or coyote could eat him. He also managed to pee in their VCR.

I let my girlfriend bring a second dog into the family, a Boxer-Basenji mix that I think about killing every day.

The dog digs holes in the back yard, chews up everything (partly a general puppy problem), has incredible halitosis (even for a dog), must be chained because it will otherwise jump our six foot privacy fence or leap up into a tree and kill squirrels, and mewls, squeaks, whimpers, scream-hollers, and otherwise makes the most ungodly, unearthly, rage-inducing sounds you have ever heard. I want this dog to die tomorrow and I would kill it if my girlfriend did not love it so. I feel badly for harboring such animosity toward a creature that I allowed to be invited. And still, there it is in the center of the room, every day, my utter hatred, stewing, taking on darkness.

I am sorry.

I hate other people's pets.

I tried to spit on a cat in my garden the other day but missed. I'll get it next time though.......

I have a cat named Quoyle. I hate him. He wakes me up three or four times a night scratching woodwork with his nails. He has done this every night for the past 5 years. I hate this cat.

Anyone want a cat?

fine thread

my cat is 13yrs old this month

she is widely disliked, due to her incredible mood swings and general viciousness

but she has mellowed (necessarily) w/age, and i have always been fond of her, anyway, despite her incorrigibility and meanness

she has never sprayed and shat where it was not advisable to do so, unless locked out of her litter box. this to me is the basic standard for good behavior in a cat.

we should've declawed her when we had the chance