Cats do the strangest things

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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 11:41 pm

@llamedos: I've had similar experiences with my younger calico. She will go into the laundry -- dirty or clean -- and root out the sweat bands that I wear at the gym and take them to a bathroom. The vet told me that sometimes female cats will treat small fluffy items (like socks, small stuffed animals, gloves, etc.) as surrogate kittens and move them around.

But moving a bottle cap upstairs -- that's demand for a beer. Smile

@SOOI - good luck deodorizing your car. Cat urine has a half life of about about 4,000 years. I read that the archaeologists who entered King Tut's tomb were bowled over by that smell. You see, the Egyptians buried live cats with their kings because they thought they would guide the deceased to the next life.

Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:02 am

I've always believed pets take after their owner. Now about this cat that owns SOOI.....

Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:03 am

This is our sappy, needy, no hunting instinct left kitty. Her name is White Cat. Spoiled rotten cat.

She is also a Miss Princess cat, will eat her food only if starving. She complains when I show her the cat dish and it still has food from an hour ago. It must be NOW FRESH!! Until the hunger pangs set in.

Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:30 pm

llamedos wrote:

OMG
That stare!
That's one evil cat you have there.... Shocked

No. This is a stare.

Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:44 pm

This maniac (one of a pair of totally unidentical twins) has an unusual hobby - hairdressing! Given half a chance he will spend ages trying to groom your hair with his teeth, which can be embarrasing when we have company.

iMike wrote:

^^^ I'll set my wife onto you. She grows her own vegetables, you know.

@ Slightly, don't worry about her - I just saw our cat walking down iMike's driveway as if he owned the place, so she's probably busy getting a hairdo now. Or wondering who shat in her vegetable patch. (Not me, honest). Smile

Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:34 pm

^^ What a cutie! Reminds me of Whiskas, the cat we had when I was little. He liked to sit in my old toy pram and be pushed around. Laughing

Either that or sleeping in the airing cupboard on the clean sheets.

Love kitties and kitty tales. Keep em coming! Smile

Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:34 pm

Roycropper wrote:

I just saw our cat walking down iMike's driveway as if he owned the place, so she's probably busy getting a hairdo now. Or wondering who shat in her vegetable patch. (Not me, honest). Smile

We're at our country residence right now. We've left the teenage ginger haired daughter in charge.

Just completed an 8 mile geocaching trek. Knackered. Cold beer. mmmmmm

Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:35 am

The thing that rules our house is a lot like what Ima describes as her "cat". It doesn't do "here kitty, kitty", it has all of the dogs in submission. If it kills something it quits playing with the carcass once it stops moving.

It came into our lives on Halloween 6 or 7 (traumatic) years ago.

{SFX cue dream sequence}
We were at an even with the offspring. Someone noticed a maybe 8 week old kitten wandering around. It had puncture wounds on each side of it's spine, but seemed "Okay" (as cats go).

No one claimed it and I (stupidly) agreed we couldn't just leave it there,
{SFXcue record scratching} besides it was yellow tabby like a GOOD cat I had once. We took it to the vet {SFX cue cash register} who took care of it for a couple of days {SFX rapid cash register}. The vet said it had abscessed the injuries, but they would heal.

The vet also said it looked like the <sarcastic>Poor little kitten</sarcastic> had been picked up by a hungry RAPTOR that mistook it for a rodent. {SFX cue claws and cat yowling}. Poor raptor didn't know what it had gotten itself in for.

Someone said it was "Lucky" that the critter got away. Actually I think it was the vet who said, "Lucky for me it got away, give me your wallet." Evil or Very Mad

{SFX cue spooky music} Now when people visit, they say, "That is the biggest cat I have ever seen!" It chased my youngest and would block him in the hallway. I put the child into football field goal training and now they have a truce. When we moved, we wanted a halter so the thing could do it's business in the dirt, not the back seat. It wears a MEDIUM size dog halter.

We lock the door to the bedroom at night because the darn thing can open doors. Shocked

I used it's picture as my avatar for a while and some one PMed me and said, "I have never seen a cat do that!" The cat was caught taking a swipe at something and you can see the movement in the photo.

If I suddenly go silent, don't come looking for me. The beast won't let you in the house unless you bring tuna. It won't eat anything but cat food and tuna. Other fish? NOPE. Egg? NOPE. Cheese? NOPE. Milk? NOPE.

If it isn't fed at the appointed hour it sets out to complaining as loudly as it can.

The kids love it, I don't see things quite the same... Twisted Evil

VV NOT amused look.

NOT giving "High 5"

Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:42 am

Koko's cat story 1: I had a cat when I was little and I swear she was like the "neighborhood slut" because it seemed like she had a litter of kitten every 2 or so weeks. But alas the cute kittens either ran away, got hit by a car or hung itself on a soccer (football) net in the neighbor's garage.

Then said cat was sent to that place where you give them up for adoption. (My dad's allergies)

After my mother divorced my father...

Cat story 2:

I had a cat that my mother swore had PMS and wanted to be alone. EVERYTIME we wanted to play with her she refused to and hissed at us. When my aunt would bring her dogs to visit the dogs would try to avoid her because the cat would whacked them on the head everytime they went by. She was weird though (maybe not weird to cat people), she would sit on top of the refrigerator, under the beds, under chairs, etc. She didn't like the fact that we got a Shih Tzu (RIP. Poor thing was hit by a car)and she bullied the poor puppy. Eventually I developed allergies to her and she was promptly sent back to deathrow. (Poor thing but I can't say I miss her though).

After that it was dogs only. (Now my pets are a teacup white chihuahua, a pug dachshund mix (ours looks more pug-like and his sister (which is own by my brother and his wife looks more dachshund but has "pug eyeliner" around her eyes. It's so cute.), and a healer (my stepmom's).

Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:51 am

This one's for 'Noid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87p53rAD7Sk

Laughing

Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:00 pm

Aside from a few quirks, my female cats are fairly normal.

My (now geriatric) male, on the other hand, made it his mission to make up for their relative normalcy when he was younger.

If I was sitting on the floor watching TV and I had any kind of snack, he would beg, and after several failed attempts to walk up and take it, he would belly crawl across the floor in an attempt to sneak up and steal it.

He would sit on top of the television (obviously this is pre-LCD days) with his paws hanging over the screen, and bat at anything interesting. When I would turn the TV off, he would obsessively search, poke and prod at the TV, trying to find where the picture disappeared to. I had a neighbor who would entertain herself by coming over and turning the TV on and off for the cat.

He killed my plant that survived 4 moves, including one cross-country--by throwing it repeatedly on the floor for no apparent reason.

He would play with random strangers under my front door (inside apartment building, door was cut for previous shag carpeting so the gap under the door is enough to completely hang his paws out into the hall.) He would wait to hear someone go by, and then either stick his paws out, or he would bat a cat toy (or any other small object) out into the hall at them.

There are even more wacky things, but the best of all was the sink.
My bathroom sink drain kept getting completely clogged--I would take the elbow pipe off, and would find random small objects in there--cotton balls, q-tips, even a few cough drops. This went on repeatedly for some time. I was horribly confused, but my only explanation was that I was knocking things in when half asleep.

Until the day I left for work and forgot something in my bedroom (across the hall from the bathroom). I came back inside, turned around and what did I see?

He was on the counter next to the sink and had pushed the drawer below open. I stood inside my bedroom door and watched as he reached into the drawer, hooked a cotton ball, and then took it to the sink where he stuffed it into the drain and just watched it, fascinated.

Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:09 pm

^

Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:44 pm

If you live somewhere like California or anywhere else that has earthquakes, if you don't have your cat in a cat carrier, you will not see kitty for a few weeks or months. When I lived there, we had two cats, Sheba and Rocky. When we had the Northridge Earthquake, they bolted to who knows where. Sheba showed up almost 2 weeks later, Rocky, about a month.

Good part is not only did they return home, but they somehow keep their weight on. Both looked and were physically healthy. And Rocky was another one of those cats who never showed any kind of hunting instinct, EVER!!

Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:17 am

Cats do take after the owner..

(Perhaps that should read.. Feeder)

Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:31 am

^^^

Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 5:06 pm

I've been owned by cats since I was born. The baby I lost in November once brought me breakfast in bed, a small very dead Ronny rodent right next to my bed. We used to play kitten fishing - wave a long bit of grass or a spare bootlace - outside and when she caught it she would take it inside the house.

Then there was Tuck Up Time - tuck the cat up in bed with the duvet underneath her. She had a very good understanding of what you were saying. She knew the words for bed time, feeding time and for walkies - though she would follow me on the walk screaming her head off for me to come back and not leave her. The only way she could be calmed down when I left the house was to be wrapped up in an old dirty shirt of mine. When I was away travelling she would howl. She had to be talked to when eating.

She was 14 when she passed away, but she will always be my little baby.

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:18 am

Awww - sounds like she really loved you. You must have been a good dad to her! Smile

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:36 am

When I was a child, the house next door had an open porch with a ledge, a letterbox with a broken spring, and a spaniel.
Our cat spent many happy hours sitting on the ledge and putting his paw through the letterbox.

419Eater is my life Joined: 31 May 2010 Posts: 255

My grandma's cat's favorite place to poop was under the living room table. One time, she got so mad that she picked the fat fur ball up and threw him out the window.
Don't worry though, it was only a 2m fall into a thick layer of snow. But he never crapped in the living room again after that. Very Happy

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:45 pm

When our red monster was young, he made a habit of running off with our peanut butter sandwiches, whenever we left our plates on the table unattended for a minute, leaving major peanut butter trails on the floor, of course. It took quite a few flying lessons for him to understand he shouldn't be doing that. Laughing

Now he's 8 years old, and quite picky about the cat-food we offer him. If it's not 'his brand', he simply refuses to eat it, or he does eat it and starts vomiting (preferably inside the house) afterwards. Then he goes outside, catches a mouse, takes it back home and demonstratively starts chewing it up. always leaving the mouse's gall bladder for us to clean up afterwards. Very Happy

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 4:34 pm

^^^ and you people actually like cats??

Give me a dog any day. At least they only try to hump your leg.

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:54 pm

^^ I can't remember saying that Laughing

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 6:36 pm

^^ fair point. I was referring to everyone else. Wink

Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:53 pm

^^ To be honest: I always liked cat's wayward behavior more than dog's boss/servant one. This is our third cat, but with an attitude our former cats didn't have, so I'm quite sure this is the last one we have. It has never attacked anyone, kids can toy around with it as much as they like. When he's had enough he simply puts his paw on the hand of the one stroking him, without the nails. It's not a bad cat, we've got some kind of love/hate truce, that I surely wouldn't want to miss yet.

Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 12:38 am

For the past 20 years or so, I've always had one cat and one dog. It can be rocky at first when one is switched out, but after a couple of months they're best friends and are happily hatching plots against me together. My current cat, Gidget, was feral when found (her mother had been hit by a car). As she grew she came to understand that there were water rats in the creek out back on the other side of the fence. I was sitting out back one evening and watched a rat (not very big -- water rats here are like large mice) jump on top of the fence and run along the top rail in an attempt at a getaway. Gidget jumped on the other end and met it head-on. The rat lost! There are no rats left now. Thumbs up

When the weather is nice I leave the back door open (no cat flap). After a few episodes of me screaming, she got the idea of bolting inside and jumping in the bathtub to finish the job. At least it was easier to clean up. Laughing

She's retired now and meows only when her dish isn't immediately filled. If the meowing doesn't work, she'll go bang the kitchen or bathroom cabinets open and closed repeatedly until her emergency is attended to.

My current dog, Roweena (the name came with her) is a golden retriever and basset hound mix. She is long and lean and gold, but her legs are only about 12" long and her paws are massive. The basset part really comes out when she has something to say. We'll be quietly watching TV and she feels a sudden urge to issue a memo. She'll lean in very close and emit a bark that peels paint, causes a shock wave that hits my face, and my ears ring for at least 10 minutes. Laughing

I honestly think she does it just to watch me jump out of my skin.

I adopted her late last year, and her foster ladies assured me she doesn't chew (apparently they did not own tasty shoes), doesn't shed (last spring she looked like a mountain goat, blown coat and all), and doesn't dig (we stayed with friends last weekend, and half of their herb garden is now a large hole).

I love them both, and when the weather turns cold again, she'll be parked right next to me, and Gidget will be on the pillow behind my head, draping her paws around my neck. Ahhhh! Thumbs up

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