My cat is either different from other cats, or his sight problems are worse than we thought.
Cats in general, I’ve noticed, will sometimes run their bodies against your leg to ‘pet’ themselves. This makes sense. Mine, on the other hand, just dosnt seem to get that.
Just now, as he usually does, he walked into my kitchen, came towards me as any cat would do, and walked right into my leg. bonk. His little head bounced lightly off, and lay down right where he was, happy as can be.
Adorable
(If that isnt Mundane, Pointless sharing, I know not what is.)
My cat does something similar.
If you are standing near a wall, he will rub up against your leg and BONK hits his head on the wall.
The sad part: He doesn’t seem to notice and goes on dong it a few more times.
Sometimes I wonder about that cat.
(such creatures were created to make sure we do not take the universe too seriously.)
My cat falls asleep partway through cleaning her paws. Doesn’t sound too funny, until you picture this lovely, sleek, elegant little puss licking her paws clean, then just stopping mid-lick. Paw still in the air, and yes, tongue still sticking out of her mouth. Too funny!
None of my three cats do this, but my SO’s cat does the head “bonk” thing, and it’s very cute. He’s a very dog-like cat, though. He follows the SO around the house and
retrieves like a dog; little balls of paper & such.
I’ve read that the head bonk is actually the cat telling you that they love you. I get those occasionally from my cat, but they’re far outweighed by the “rub her face on me to cover me with her scent so everyone knows she owns me” move.
One thing to note - if your kitty suddenly starts to run into furniture, or seems to run into things while playing, have their eyes checked. One of mine started to do that, and we thought nothing of it. Turns out he had a catarct that was developing - I felt bad when they said it could have been halted had we brought the poor guy in earlier.
Two of my cats are rubbers who rub and then curl up with me. The third is a bonker who bonks and then flops over on his back for a tummy rub.
Unfortunately, the forth is a barker. He comes in through the cat door and barks loudly like a seal until he is nose to nose with me. I did not know cats were capable of making such a sound, and I wish this one didn’t.
Piewacket was sleeping in a chair and managed to topple out of it. A thudding sound got my attention. I turned around to see Piewacket on the floor under the chair where he had been sleeping, still fast asleep! What a littler rotter!
Cat does have eye problems, we know (He was a stray who followed my brother home, so we checked him thoughrouly), but apparantly it’s not something that deteriorates. He still bounces and leaps off furniture quite well when we chase each other around the house.
And he chirps. How’s that for odd? Sounds somewhat like a deranged bird, especially when you wake him quickly. He very rarely meows, and then only when he wants something. He always chirps…
My Kate fetches the rings from the top of milk jugs. She brings one to me hanging down from her mouth, I throw it, she chases, pounces, and “kills” it, then brings me the carcass to throw again. It is just amazingly cute.
He hassles the dog, tries to eat my food while I’m eating it, nabs food off my son’s tray, gets in my face and my yarn while I’m crocheting, and a whole bunch of other Annoying Cat Stuff.
Funny, because he was just the most adooooooooorable little kitten. Little teeny ball of black fur. Just cuter than cute. Maybe we named him wrong or something. His name is Telecatster. Really cool guitar=really cool cat, right? Wrong.
I’ve always found the superior air that cats have to be very amusing. This one, though, is the Castro of Cats. He is not just the Master of All He Surveys, as most cats are. He thinks he’s the Most High Supreme Dictator of The Whole Universe, Bucko, and Don’t You Forget It.
He hasn’t been neutered yet. Would that help, or would that just make him a Really Honked Off Most High Supreme Dictator?
My cat sure didnt suffer after neutering. He dosnt seem to care. When we got it done he looked in a way that almost said ‘you think you’ve won?’ and proceeded to lick himself as if it were still there. I still live in fear of his revenge.
Hissing is Enid’s usual mode of communication, and she’s incredibly grabby. She gave me a black eye a few months back, which is pretty typical Enid behavior.
Also, it is permitted to skritch Her Highness only when she is eating or sitting on her little kitty window shelf; trying it any other time is likely to result in serious injury to the skritcher. “Whirling Claws of Death” is one of her nicknames, along with “The Exploding Cat.”
And yet I am about to spend $120 to buy Enid a cat tree, so she can drop on me from even higher places.
One of the cats likes to rub the side of his mouth against me, so he can get it all over me. He’ll often rub up on my leg and then roll over onto his back. And if I don’t pay attention to him, he tries to climb my leg. Not just put his paws up on me, he actually digs in and climbs. Never been able to make it past the butt area, though.
The odd thing? This cat used to despise me. Up until a few months ago, it would hiss and spat and bat its claws at me, then run away and hide. Weird. Eerie.
My cat is currently on the futon, playing with his “mousie.” This is an old black knee-hi that I knotted up for him. Yesterday was a traumatic day for him…trimmed his claws, and after that, he fell in the bathtub. While it was full.
I was cleaning up the “junk room” upstairs on Thursday, and Tabithina (the cat) somehow wedged herself into the closet. Several hours later, I was getting worried that she might have gotten out of the house. Then I remembered the closet, and went upstairs to look for her. Tabithina cannot meow. On the rare occasions that she speaks, she quietly says, “meeple”. The poor kitty had been “meepling” herself hoarse in solitary confinement. I felt so bad.
She forgave me, and is now back to her happy, sock-stealing self.
