Weird & cute things your cat does
 

I have two Siamese boys.

One fetches, and is obsessed with stick toys, and will carry them around the house, even the long ones.

The other one rushes ahead of me and throws himself on his back, showing his belly and being all cute--until I try to pet him, and then he's !attack!cat!

This can be kind of a problem on the staircase.

Oh, we call that last game "Death on the stairs" in our house.

Dizney has a stick thing as well. They destroyed a mouse-on-elastic toy in the first week, and all I have left is the yellow stick. If I drag this across the floor Diz goes absolutely mad for it. I have to listen carefully because he won't stop attacking the stick even when he is panting. His pupils expand so that he is a totally black-eyed cat. Very odd - Dylan just sits there as if to say, "Stick. Right."

Dylan will sleep in my arms with his head on the pillow, which I find almost unbearably cute. I only let the boys in the bedroom on Sunday mornings. I get up early, then come back to bed to read, usually dozing off for another hour or so. Both boys will curl up under the covers, but at some point Dylan creeps up to sleep next to me. If I'm dozy and luxuriating in my lie-in I can sleep quite happily next to him. I couldn't bear it at night though.

My ex has the cats now...I can't have them where I am and he has the house.

When I had my old apartment on the third floor (actually four flights) of a huge old house, my cat Madison used to sit, almost every morning without fail, in front of the front window with the blind pulled down. I think he was watching the bird shadows because there was a big old Maple tree in front. It looked like he was watching a drive-in movie, every morning, for near 2 hours every morning.

He's a big (was 19 lbs) male orange tabby, sweeter than anything and dumber than a box of rocks. He also LOVES car trips.

I miss the guy!

God, I hate cats.

All they care about is food and shelter. If they find a better source for this, they'll desert you without a second thought.

Yet people continue to choose to look after them, and find it cute when they kill birds, attack you, or tear up the house. I really don't understand cat-lovers.

Well, I'm not extremely fond of dogs, but you can start your own cat v. dog thread if that's what you're about

Oh where to start..... I guess by admitting that I am talking about cats! :) I am really a dog person, but my husband loves cats so that is what we have. They do a variety of nutty things. The youngest - Pagoo is probably the funniest. She fetches, walks on her hind legs, carries stuff around in her mouth constantly (like coins, which is not a good thing). If there is a box or a bag on the floor she will be in it. It doesn't matter if it is a toilet paper package or not. :)
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one of our cats likes to steal paperclips and hoard them in his food bowl... the other is a binge eater.

You have all probably seen this one, but in the unlikely event that you missed out... here is Fat Boy on a bass drum... he has packed on a bit since then... (we no longer have stairs and the diet I put him on failed disastrously)
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I like cats because we're so much alike. All we care about is food, a warm place to sleep, and someone to scratch our bellies on occasion. And anything you could do to piss us off will be almost immediately forgotten and forgiven.

Oh my god Pooka - you have my cat's twin!! Ours is fat too!!

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Fixed, although I guess it works either way.

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OMG... that is too funny... Fatty has a twin... not so fat... Little B

Here they both are
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Jeeze.. Flint is going to be shocked to learn they have a long lost brother....

Well I think they may not be brothers after all. Tony has green eyes, while your cats have yellow.
Cousins maybe? :)

I recently discovered that Bosco can catch one of those plastic gallon-jug rings with his front paws, and if he catches it right, he'll lob it back! If he doesn't, he'll do the old grab it in his mouth and toss it with his head thing. Or he'll reach one paw out and smack it back like a volleyball.

We have these ancient 10' high windows with a wide sill, and yesterday Bosco was throwing himself up against them, trying to attack the snow flurries. I thought about stopping him, being a little concerned that he might knock a pane out and go flying down the window well, but it was too hilarious to watch.

the thing about cats is . . . they're really not domesticated animals.

Not in the sense that dogs are. I love them! they are beautiful and elegant. they are soft and furry. They purr. they are weird and wonderful.

My cat used to chew on books, cardboard boxes, the mail -- anything made of paper. My collection of paperbacks all had pinhole teethmarks in the covers and curled corners where they had been licked.

So weird.

blueC, your cat story reminded me of another Madison story. I was in the huge apartment in the sky and got up for work one morning. I was half asleep as I stumbled into the kitchen. There was a door off the kitchen onto a really cool old balcony. I glanced at the door (just screen door, all windows up, it was nice weather) and saw Madison sitting out there. I was like "hey Maddy what's up...WTF?" :eek: There was NO Way he could have been out there. I found out later his big self had knocked one of the window screens out, then he must have scaled the eaves and ended up on the balcony. He is definitely not the most graceful cat, so he and I were very lucky...it was a long way down, and there wasn't much room for him to walk.

Ha ha...when my cat "attacks," he's so careful not to extend his claws, and bites very softly, almost feels like he's gumming you (eww). If he does bite a little too hard, and you say, "Ow!" he'll stop and lick the 'wound.' :rolleyes:

Thank god he was at least smart enough to get himself out of out that little kitty predicament! Or, he cashed in one of his lives.

Good Lord, what do they do that ISN'T amusing? I prefer to watch and interact with the kitties (11 total) than watch TV.

Boxes and bags, they gotta be in 'em. Folding hot laundry? Yup, gotta be there, too. Vacuuming? Most run/hide, but several could care less and I have to vacuum around them. I think it is kitty-bravado and they are showing off for the other scairdy-cats. They love the toys, soft furry toys that toss in the air nicely for catching, batting down the hallway and carrying to us with a little 'mrow?' asking us to play with them. Plastic milk rings slide across the kitchen linoleum quickly, inviting a chase and swat. I am certain I have DOZENS of milk rings under the fridge and oven. Catnip; I have two kitties who are un-interested in catnip, the rest are interested in it in the usual manner and I have one who is a catnip BOGART! She hears the 'pop' of the container opening and she is johnny-on-the-spot, meowing and standing on her hind legs until I get a pinch on the floor for her, then she runs from pinch to pinch, taking it from the other kitties.
I wonder if I need to find a 12-step program for her?

Then there is the lovies. With almost a dozen cats, there is always someone who wants to be cuddled, and that is very nice. I like to lay down on the LR carpet with them in the afternoon, in the big sun-spot coming in the window. *sigh* ...nothing like a warm sunshine-y spot, surrounded by purring kitties...
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Wow. No offense or anything, but... how do you stand the smell inside your house?

Oh, me too! A seal and a flame/red - they're both 14. I had a chocolate and a blue when I was growing up. My sister had a blue and a seal, both died last year, and my mom had a lavender that died a couple years ago.

Banzai (the red) choked on a milk ring years ago. He managed to get it out of his throat but scratched his face up pretty well in the process. Traumatized all of us...

I want to specify, that's a 22" bass drum. The biggest drum on a standard "Rock" kit.
If you can imagine how big he has to be to cover that much of a 22" head...and he's hanging off!

The cutest thing No. 1 cat Miles does is nuzzle me awake. He puts his little face right up against mine and purrs. Loudly.

Much nicer than an alarm clock.

My cat Anu molests my neck and face in the middle of the night. He tries to nurse on me. Its a lot easier now that he's declawed, but man, when he used to milk tread on my neck...that hurt.

He purrs a lot when he does it. I feel very maternal.

I gotta get some cat handcuffs, and I got to get a pair of them right away. Just the little ones that go around the front paws. I can not trust my cat anymore. I found out my cat was embezzling from me. You think you know a cat for 10 yrs and he pulls something like this. While I was gone, he would go to the mailbox, take the checks out, go down to the bank disguised as me, and cash the checks.

And I never would have found out, if I did not find about $3000.00 worth of cat toys in his little house where he sleeps. And I can not return them because they all have spit all over them. So now I am stuck with $3000 worth of cat toys....oh sure, they are fun...especially the little mouse with the bell in it...

What smell? Our kitties are well behaved and don't eliminate inappropriately. I have one potty box that hubby made, it is 2'x2'x4' and hold 3" of clumping cat litter that I clean daily. It is also vented to the outside to keep dust down.
No odor problem here! Cat hair, on the other hand...(or outfit)...
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I'm not saying you have an odor problem, but there is a smell, and all cats, even the best behaved with perfectly maintained litter pans, have it. Cat owners become habituated to it. I've been catless for enough years that I can detect it, again, and once more have that sixth sense that all non-catpeople have that enables me to walk in any household, detect that faint whiff of ammonia, and know in mere moments that a cat lives here. In turn, the resident cat(s) will detect my mild allergy to them. That is when they attack.

With one or two cats the scent isn't bad. I just wondered what it was like with a dozen of them.

I think dogs smell much, much worse.

I know a cat that will only drink water out of a bathtub. He will get in the bathtub and complain (meow) until the tap is turned on a trickle, and then drink from the running water.

Emphatic agreement, here. I have never noticed a cat to smell unless it was ill or unable to groom itself.
I have had two cats (neutered males, unrelated) that if you buried your nose in their fur, smelled slightly of sulpher. IMO, what you are probably smelling (amonia) is a less-than-sanitary litter box, and that is the owner's fault, not the cat's.
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And baking soda really does work in kitty litter. Doesn't take more than a small handful, but we need it with a male (neutered, but even so) kitty around.

And Blaze the he-kitty has rather an inclination to tongue-kiss, but we don't let him. He does have this very endearing gesture of opening his forepaws out to embrace you about the neck if you pick him up or if he wants a body-ride.

Spooky, our she-kitty, is a fetch-cat; she will bring us paper wads to throw so she can pounce on them and then bring them back to throw again. Wadded-up grocery receipt tape is perfect for this. She'll play fetch or kitty-hockey and clearly enjoys the heck out of it.