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Mogwai's Gang

We belong to a human called Slof...

catnip award for feline excellence Well we think it's a human, but we could be wrong. We enjoyed reading your stuff, we found the projectile vomiting hilarious! We are:-

Mogwai Mogwai:- I am boss cat and mum of Stripe - Slof calls me 'Plushy Fur' because my fur is long and velvety. The rewards of keeping oneself at one's best, eh! I especially enjoyed the purraholics page - I too suffer from uncontrollable purring - it has a great effect on Slof!

Thing Thing:- I am old, wise and large - Slof thinks I am senile, but I am just fooling...
aren't I?

Now, what was I doing.....?

Stripe Stripe:- I am Mogwai's daughter, I kill things, I love fighting, I kill things,

...and then I kill more things!

Gnermal Gnermal:- My name is silly, but then so am I! It is short for Girl Nermal.

I love everybody in the whole world - my friends call me Moon Unit .......

Spatz Spaz:- I am small, tortoiseshell and still in disgrace for peeing in the cool bag! I hate Stripe - she's always bullying me and I am so small. I found that being naughty doesn't work with Slof - I end up outside watching the fat, fuzzy bouncing meals in a run and wondering what they are. (Chinchillas!)

Blacken We were six until my niece, Blacken (can you believe it, she was white!) was brutally murdered in a bloody rabbit snare - Slof wants to shoot the bastard responsible - Slof has a big, mean rifle!

Sass replies
Leila is the smallest of us too but she doesn't get bullied because she's also the best fighter of the group (in fact of our whole neighbourhood). She's very fast and very skilful.

When jumped by a larger cat (and Solly try's this frequently - some people never learn!) she goes down on her back presenting a perfect opportunity for a stomach rake with your back claws. As soon as the offending cat lands on her to take advantage of this golden opportunity, she does a back flip from a prone position and the assailant is launched into the air landing a few seconds later on his back! In that split second as he gasps for breath she's coming down and lands on his stomach with a thud and proceeds to bite anything sensitive! (With toms she does a 180 degree turn in mid air and lands with her teeth at the business end, if you see what I mean - always good for a laugh that one! Oh the screams!)

The end result is always the same, larger cat runs whimpering from the scene of his disgrace and treats her with exaggerated respect for a few days.

The humans call her the SAS.

As for poor Blacken you don't need a rifle, you need a bear trap for that human responsible!

You can read a tribute to Blacken in The Cats Guide To Grief.

   


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