Kittenheads = a clowder of cats

According to AskOxford--which is my favorite dictionary website (what, you don't have one?)--the following are collective terms for groups of cats:

animal	group or collective term	notes

cats	clowder
	cluster or clutter
	glaring
cats, wild	destruction
	dowt or dout	also (perhaps erroneously) `dour'

kittens	kindle or kendel	also spelt `kinder'

According to the San Diego Zoo "pounce" is another one for cats. Surprisingly, there's nothing listed under "cats, kittenheads." Odd, that. Do any of my readers have any suggestions for appropriate terms for a pair of kittenheads?


My other favorites from the San Diego Zoo site include:
rattlesnakes: rhumba
alligators: congregation
owls: parliament

Eych!

I heart Learned Claw

How To Tell if Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You

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How to Tell Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You

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I am currently considering the many ways to kill you

Cat is like: "Fuk. U. Gimmee cat fud."

The saga of Turbo, the amazing one-eyed pirate cat

By the way, the family has a cat named Turbo, which my father found on the side of the road in August of 2003. This was Turbo then:

This was Turbo in the summer of 2004:


Over last Christmas, I took this rather amusing (to my mind) video: Admittedly, for such a cute kitten, he didn't turn out to be the handsomest of cats. But he makes up for it with character. He's a tiny little thing--he must weigh about 8 lbs. or so--but he's got the personality of four larger such animals (or 6 dogs). In a showdown, he would probably best both of my cats (who clock in at around 12 lbs.), he's just that feisty. Also, he chases the dogs. (They deserve it.) But if you pick him up and pet him in a particular way, he'll fall asleep in your arms. Adorable.

A few months ago, my mumsey came home to find Turbo screaming--his eye had been punctured in what we assume was an epic, no-holds barred cat (or perhaps dog) fight. The vet had to remove his eye (poor little guy); at least he's still alive (which is more than can be said for my cat, Buffy, or my brother's cat, Cassidy, both of whom left the house (not together) and never came back within a few months of each other). This Christmas was the first time I'd seen him since his cyclopsisation.

(I have no idea who that weirdo holding the cat is.)

Happy Mew Year