Stupid Cats!
Cats will not walk on wrinkled up aluminum foil. If you cover the top of your car in Reynold's Wrap and find a way to keep it from blowing away your cat problem should be solved.
Or you could make your dog sleep on top of your S2000 to keep the cats away...
Either way it is a PITA- even though I have two cats of my own (which never go outside) I would probably try Ldogdotcom's solution.
Or you could make your dog sleep on top of your S2000 to keep the cats away...
Either way it is a PITA- even though I have two cats of my own (which never go outside) I would probably try Ldogdotcom's solution.
My girlfriend's cat must be weird, because she like the aluminum foil. In fact, she even tries to eat it.
You can always use the car cover with a key lock instead of a combo lock. Either that or follow Ldogdotcom's instructions.
You can always use the car cover with a key lock instead of a combo lock. Either that or follow Ldogdotcom's instructions.
Originally posted by Guntersmurf
Cats will not walk on wrinkled up aluminum foil. If you cover the top of your car in Reynold's Wrap and find a way to keep it from blowing away your cat problem should be solved.
Or you could make your dog sleep on top of your S2000 to keep the cats away...
Either way it is a PITA- even though I have two cats of my own (which never go outside) I would probably try Ldogdotcom's solution.
Cats will not walk on wrinkled up aluminum foil. If you cover the top of your car in Reynold's Wrap and find a way to keep it from blowing away your cat problem should be solved.
Or you could make your dog sleep on top of your S2000 to keep the cats away...
Either way it is a PITA- even though I have two cats of my own (which never go outside) I would probably try Ldogdotcom's solution.
Are you guys just all total assholes?
It's NEVER ok to poison an animal, any more so than it would be for me to poison your children because they climbed my tree or played in my flower bed. If getting rid of the problem is the answer, poisoning your kid should be ok, right? Perhaps I should just shoot your dog the next time you walk them and let them crap and don't pick it up?
We, humans, domesticated these creatures. If you think training them to stay off the car or finding some humane solution to keep them off the car is hard, think of all of the effort that went into domesticating them, making them our pets, making them dependant on us eons ago.
If I was your neighbor and caught you poisoning animals, you'd find battery acid on your car's paint the next time you VTECed in the neighborhood. One act of heartless violence begets another, right?
It's shit like this and people like YOU that make people like me, one of the original members of the S2000 site in July/Aug of 99, not come back.
It's NEVER ok to poison an animal, any more so than it would be for me to poison your children because they climbed my tree or played in my flower bed. If getting rid of the problem is the answer, poisoning your kid should be ok, right? Perhaps I should just shoot your dog the next time you walk them and let them crap and don't pick it up?
We, humans, domesticated these creatures. If you think training them to stay off the car or finding some humane solution to keep them off the car is hard, think of all of the effort that went into domesticating them, making them our pets, making them dependant on us eons ago.
If I was your neighbor and caught you poisoning animals, you'd find battery acid on your car's paint the next time you VTECed in the neighborhood. One act of heartless violence begets another, right?
It's shit like this and people like YOU that make people like me, one of the original members of the S2000 site in July/Aug of 99, not come back.
Got to tell you this. Cats hate pepper. Go out and buy the spicist peppers that you can. Grind them up in the blender add water and place in spray bottle. Spray librally around your parking space, good by cats dogs and small rodents they hate the taste smell feel of the stuff. Got to reapply it afeter it rains or every three weeks. Much better solution then most have suggested.
Poisoning a cat in the neighborhood by tricking it with a meal is sick.
The death of the animal is going to be extremely cruel because it will not die quickly, it is torture. The fact that you can be so completely cold to this fact is beyond my imagination.
Sondra S2K speaks for me because this level of stupidity is beyond me, I have better things to do with my time. I sure hope you don't have animals because they don't stand a chance of having a good life with you as their owner!
The death of the animal is going to be extremely cruel because it will not die quickly, it is torture. The fact that you can be so completely cold to this fact is beyond my imagination.
Sondra S2K speaks for me because this level of stupidity is beyond me, I have better things to do with my time. I sure hope you don't have animals because they don't stand a chance of having a good life with you as their owner!
Originally posted by Sondra S2K
Are you guys just all total assholes?
Are you guys just all total assholes?
To any person who condoned the use of anti-freeze to solve the cat problem I sincerely hope that you were merely trying to convey some twisted form of humor. How dare you try to kill a cat just because he crawled on your top or scratched your paint. Yes get pissed, but use your little brain and come up with a humane solution to the problem. Cats hate water, rigging up some sort of system to spray the cat will work after only a few times. And yes it is your responsibility to go out of your way to invest the time to do this if you really care about your car. I personally held off on buying this car until I got a house with a garage so I do not have this problem. I do however sometimes worry about the kids in my street playing catch when the car is parked in the driveway, by your ignorant thinking is it time to start handing out poison candy? No kids = no errant balls flying through the air. Grow up and get some brains before you get a well deserved visit from the police department on charges of animal cruelty.
[QUOTE]Originally posted by Voodoo_S2K
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Exactly who is the asshole, the person that doesn't take responsiblity for their own pet and breaks the law by letting the pet run around free without a leash.
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Exactly who is the asshole, the person that doesn't take responsiblity for their own pet and breaks the law by letting the pet run around free without a leash.
Get a dog.
I do not agree about the use of anti freeze and tuna, that is cruel and illegal and would probably attract more animals.
Pet stores usually sell sprays that will repel cats, how about spraying some of that on a towel and covering your roof with it. You could get it long enough to go all the way across and close your windows on the ends to hold it on.
my 2 cents
I do not agree about the use of anti freeze and tuna, that is cruel and illegal and would probably attract more animals.
Pet stores usually sell sprays that will repel cats, how about spraying some of that on a towel and covering your roof with it. You could get it long enough to go all the way across and close your windows on the ends to hold it on.
my 2 cents
When I was 8, my family dog (Champ) was poisoned with antifreeze... he was a middle-aged golden retriever, about as friendly and gentle as dogs come. We lived on a 3-acre plot, with about a half-mile to the nearest neighbor. We let the dog out to do his stuff, and he'd usually return in a half hour or so. In retrospect, I guess it was the easy way out, and we shouldn't have done it -- but it wasn't even against the law outside the city limits where we lived. Most of our neighbors did the same thing.
After about five years in that house, I guess he peed in someone's flowers on their bad day or something, because someone gave him an enormous dose of antifreeze (i.e. something like 100 times what a dog would get licking a spill on the pavement).
I came home from school to find my dog (and any 8 year old will tell you his dog is his best friend) nearly unconcious, spasming, lying a pool of his own urine and vomit, wedged between the wall and the toilet of a small bathroom. He had drunk all of the water in the toilet, and either urinated or vomited it everywhere. I managed to rouse him for a little while, and got him to eat a little bit of food. I spent the next five hours, until my parents got home, trying to clean him up and tend to him. After a few hours he was pretty much completely unconcious, except for occassional whimpers when the cramps came back. I was eight years old, this dog had been with me since my first memories, and there was absolutely nothing I could do short of calling my parents and trying to convince them he really was sick and they really did need to come home.
Of course, they didn't come home in time. They got in around 7:30 that night, and after an hour or so of crying and discussion, they finally gave in and agreed to take him to a vet. I had to help my dad carry him. They put him on an ethanol drip (to break up the thousands of calcium oxalate crystals that had formed in his kidneys), and the poor dog became literally lifeless... he just laid on the table, shivering, eyes closed. We wrapped him up in a blanket, pulled up chairs, and my sister and my parents all stayed with him most of the night. And the next night....... and the third night. By the third day he had produced a prodigious amount of urine (a good sign that the ethanol might have worked). He even woke up for about an hour, and even knew who we were. We left again late that night, sure as could be that he was going to be ok the next day.
He fell to congestive heart failure that night, while he was awake. The vet called my family at 3:30 am, and my father went down to the animal hospital to pick up his remains. My dad drove the big truck down by the edge of our small pond (our dog's favorite place), and we buried him in our pajamas, by the light of the truck's headlights, in the soft dirt.
No matter how much your car means to you (and trust me, mine means a lot to me, too), a child attaches an unimaginable, undefeatable amount of importance to a pet. To most kids, their pet is just as much a member of the family as anyone else, and the loss of the pet is just as heartfelt. The knowledge that someone purposefully killed my dog was horrifying. There was nothing we could do -- we couldn't even find out who did it. But I never walked through my neighborhood the same way again, knowing that someone who lived nearby had enough contempt to value his flowerbed over my childhood happiness.
Maybe you don't like cats, and maybe you don't understand why other people do -- but that doesn't mean the cat is worthless. Some people, especially children, value their pets way more than you value your S2000.
Take the two minutes each night to put the car cover on. Use the pepper idea (which I've heard works), or just grow up and realize your car is parked outside. Bids are going to poop on it, cars are going to sling mud on it as the drive by, and a few cats will sit on it. Deal with it.
Maybe you should just go to your neighbors, and mention that you're going to kill their cat if they don't keep it inside. That'll probably do the trick, too. And if you're willing to kill the cat, but not willing to admit it was you, you're a coward of the absolute worst kind.
- Warren
After about five years in that house, I guess he peed in someone's flowers on their bad day or something, because someone gave him an enormous dose of antifreeze (i.e. something like 100 times what a dog would get licking a spill on the pavement).
I came home from school to find my dog (and any 8 year old will tell you his dog is his best friend) nearly unconcious, spasming, lying a pool of his own urine and vomit, wedged between the wall and the toilet of a small bathroom. He had drunk all of the water in the toilet, and either urinated or vomited it everywhere. I managed to rouse him for a little while, and got him to eat a little bit of food. I spent the next five hours, until my parents got home, trying to clean him up and tend to him. After a few hours he was pretty much completely unconcious, except for occassional whimpers when the cramps came back. I was eight years old, this dog had been with me since my first memories, and there was absolutely nothing I could do short of calling my parents and trying to convince them he really was sick and they really did need to come home.
Of course, they didn't come home in time. They got in around 7:30 that night, and after an hour or so of crying and discussion, they finally gave in and agreed to take him to a vet. I had to help my dad carry him. They put him on an ethanol drip (to break up the thousands of calcium oxalate crystals that had formed in his kidneys), and the poor dog became literally lifeless... he just laid on the table, shivering, eyes closed. We wrapped him up in a blanket, pulled up chairs, and my sister and my parents all stayed with him most of the night. And the next night....... and the third night. By the third day he had produced a prodigious amount of urine (a good sign that the ethanol might have worked). He even woke up for about an hour, and even knew who we were. We left again late that night, sure as could be that he was going to be ok the next day.
He fell to congestive heart failure that night, while he was awake. The vet called my family at 3:30 am, and my father went down to the animal hospital to pick up his remains. My dad drove the big truck down by the edge of our small pond (our dog's favorite place), and we buried him in our pajamas, by the light of the truck's headlights, in the soft dirt.
No matter how much your car means to you (and trust me, mine means a lot to me, too), a child attaches an unimaginable, undefeatable amount of importance to a pet. To most kids, their pet is just as much a member of the family as anyone else, and the loss of the pet is just as heartfelt. The knowledge that someone purposefully killed my dog was horrifying. There was nothing we could do -- we couldn't even find out who did it. But I never walked through my neighborhood the same way again, knowing that someone who lived nearby had enough contempt to value his flowerbed over my childhood happiness.
Maybe you don't like cats, and maybe you don't understand why other people do -- but that doesn't mean the cat is worthless. Some people, especially children, value their pets way more than you value your S2000.
Take the two minutes each night to put the car cover on. Use the pepper idea (which I've heard works), or just grow up and realize your car is parked outside. Bids are going to poop on it, cars are going to sling mud on it as the drive by, and a few cats will sit on it. Deal with it.
Maybe you should just go to your neighbors, and mention that you're going to kill their cat if they don't keep it inside. That'll probably do the trick, too. And if you're willing to kill the cat, but not willing to admit it was you, you're a coward of the absolute worst kind.
- Warren



