…play bookends with me as the book everynight.
[sub]Sulu just to the right of my head, Sisko just to the left[/sub]
…have the uncanny ability to know exactly what path you will take to get your midnight drink from the kitchen; they then proceed to thoroughly land-mine said path with pockets of kitty vomit (often hitting the fringe of the rug for good measure) to make sure that you step, barefoot, in atleast ONE landmine, thus making you forget about said midnight drink and spend the rest of the night trying not to vomit while you wipe crusty kitty barf out from between your toes with a piece of toilet paper.
…love to sleep in convenient places, like on the clean laundry pile, or on top of the book/newspaper you are trying to read.
…hate all potholders with a vengeance.
That is called a pliptongue when a
kittys tongue sticks out, you can
see some pictures of that example here:
- try very hard to get stepped on
- love to run full speed through the house and crash into the walls
- are excellent listeners
- rule!
Will hack up a hairball in your new shoes, and then look accusingly at each other when you find it.
…are great thermometers.
Some French bloke (sorry no cite) did reasearch into what all cat owners already know: you can tell the temperature to within a degree or two by the way cats sleep. From curled up tightly with their head buried in their belly, through loosely curled, to sitting with their inward-curved front legs serving as a chin rest, to stretched out fully on their backs in summertime.
…always land on their feet.
… even when dropped from great a height. 
http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a5_190.html
…always run over to their bowl expecting food whenever I go into the kitchen, even if the bowl has plenty of food in it at the time.
if you think that cats always land on their feet, you need to meet my cat Sparky, he lands on his back, his side, even his face most of the time. Once in a while he lands paws side down, but that’s pretty rare.
I have a sneaking suspicion that is has something to do with the fact that he is a pure bred cat, maybe he lost a little something in the quest for a show cat.
but cats can be make you laugh out loud.
and look really cute when they yawn.
I just wish I knew what it said across the bottom of the screen (in the link that I just posted)
can anyone translate?
… latch onto your arms and dig to china
… hiss, lots
I think my cat is possessed.
…can make you go, “Look!!! How cuuuuuute!!!” even when you have been watching the same cats present the same cuteness for years.
…can discern your frame of mind with downright eeriness (at least a few of them can) and will show genuine concern and an outright insistence on comforting you during crisis.
…can pin you to the bed when sleeping at night with a force far out of proportion to their actual weight.
…Always look better wearing little pink tutus and party dresses. (Yes, they do! Who’s a pretty girl?)
…are even better when they’re not really cats, but actually barking walruses. (Walrussi? Walren?)
He has tusks. He barks. He has a layer of protective fat immediately under his skin. He also has pointy ears and a tail, though, so I know he’s a cat despite it all.
Corr, whose cat was discovered to be a walrus this week
…are best white.
. . . know five minutes in advance when you have to go to the bathroom–that’s the signal to jump in your lap and curl up for a looooooong snooze.
… do an excellent job of protecting their owners from abduction by invisible aliens.
Conan has flushed them out of their hiding place in the hall closet, and has also found and destroyed their auxilliary base underneath my mother’s wicker filing cabinet.
…make me sneezy. 