Well, if no one has cute puppy stories, how about cute kitten stories?
when “mouse” was a baby (don’t blame me, my ex named her), she liked to play “fetch” with a puffy ball. She’d bring it to me, drop it (and if I ignored her, she’d paw it around a bit) - and of course some times this would occur at 3 am. But anyhow, I’d toss the ball across the room, she’d chase it and bring it back. I had an empty fish tank on a shelf, and I’d toss it in there, she’d jump up, scramble into the fish tank and come up with it in her mouth. Then she would start to drop the ball further and further away from me. I figure she was training me.
She also got really fond of a realistic plush chipmonk I had. She’d carry it around like a kitten, then curl up with it to sleep.
She also would answer the phone while I was gone. I’d come home and see the phone off the hook and wonder about it, then finally my mom asked me how come I didn’t SAY anything when she called…
Lots of other cute stories about her.
Now, Moki (a 30 lb Siamese we had when I was growing up) would mortify my mother every now and then. He’d wait til she had company, then come out into the middle of the living room and start to “groom” himself . But, since he was a chubby old guy, he’d sit back on his haunches, balance with one fore paw off to the side, while the other fore paw would just coincidentally be on his penis. Then he’d start licking his extended leg, which would cause him to sorta bob back and forth, which would mean his paw on his penis would go back and forth, back and forth… and sure enough, he’d get an erection. Mom was Soooooooooooooo embarassed.
Too many to tell…sigh…Since I usually have had anywhere from 1 to 3 cats at a time for all of my life since I was 16 or so, I got tons of 'em. But most of 'em are really just your ordinary, “gee, my cat’s cute” stuff that only another cat lover would appreciate…
Seigfreid sat on a gas space heater during the Summer.
He jumped up on it in the Winter when it was lit, and of course jumped back down very quickly.
Forever after, what ever the season, he would put a paw up and tap the top of the heater to see if it was available before he sat.
I left for work late one day and didn’t refill Athena’s food dish. When I came home for work later that evening I was exhausted so I went straight to bed and didn’t check her bowl. During the middle of the night, Athena apparently got hungry and since I hadn’t left any food in her bowl, she got into the pantry.
The door has one of those metal racks you can use for extra storage space and on the bottom shelf was a box of Tender Vittles. When I woke up the next morning, I walked through the living room to the kitchen. Right in the middle of the living room floor was an opened bag of Tender Vittles. Apparently Athena had gotten into the pantry, took a package out of the Tender Vittles box, opened it up, and ate the contents. The funny thing is that the box of Tender Vittles was still on the bottom shelf of the metal rack. How she got in there without knocking the box down, I’ll never know.
BTW, she almost never drinks out of her water bowl. She dips her front paw into the bowl and then sucks the water of her paw.
Water-drinking styles:
Trouble–will only drink from a running stream of water in the bathtub.
Molly–likes the tub, but will drink from toilet or water bowl.
Punkin–doesn’t care for the tub. Prefers toilet, but will drink from water bowl if it’s convenient.
Our cat, Piglet, had a realistic-looking toy mouse he was very fond of. He could get pretty energetic sometimes batting it around. One day he batted it into the bathroom and in the course of knocking it around in there, he managed to push the door shut. Finally he batted it under the door. When he realized he was trapped he began mewing pathetically. Some cat. A little mouse that’s not even alive locked him in the bathroom and then escaped! :rolleyes:
My number 1 brat, Pippin, before he belonged to me, owned a couple of good friends. They lived with another friend, who had a cat named Jack. Well, one night, at a party at “da crib,” Pippin’s mommy’s brother brought his adorable puppy over. Pippin and Jack were…well, confused. Their tails wre puffed up, and they wouldn’t let the puppy out of their sight.
The pup went into a bedroom and started sniffing around. Jack was on top of the bed, Pippin was around one of the corners. When the puppy poked her head around the corner to where Pippin was, Pip swiped. The puppy’s head jerked up and back, so Pippin missed her. But from above, Jack tagged her on the nose. Almost as if they had practised the manouvre. Kind of hard to visualize the way I described it, but it was really funny. Trust me.
Doors…
I was brushing my teeth in the guest bathroom because…well, I’m married.
Nadia my Daughter’s cat, was lying against the door and all the Wife’s dogs began barking at her. I opened the door and she scampered in. I closed the door and got back to my Crest.
The Sheltie puppy sticks her nose under the door. Not her face, no eyes, just this wet, sniffing, sniveling nose.
Nadia looks at the nose.
Nadia looks at the door.
Nadia looks at the nose.
Nadia looks at me again, and one of those rare telepathy moments occurs: “I don’t think they can get in here.”
Nadia slaps the nose just as hard as she can, and just to be safe, runs around to hide behind me.
I love these stories!
A few years ago, my mom made me a loaf of banana bread. It was wrapped tightly in foil. I left it on the counter - cats don’t like banana bread, right?
I was away overnight, and when I got home, there was shredded foil everywhere, and half the loaf was gone!
Another time I came home and asked my brother why he’d left the angel food cake uncovered. He said he hadn’t. I looked again and saw where they’d been eating it.
And they say a cat can’t have a sweet tooth!
carnivorousplant: Thank you! You just reminded me of another good one.
The aforementioned Pippin, who is now ALL MINE (ha-ha-ha!) now has an adopted sister, Coppelia (don’t blame me–my Ex named her and her brother and sister, Poseidon and Calliope), who he harasses mercilessly.
Well, Pip has an occasional skin condition, making him really itchy. Last year I took him in for a steroid shot to clear it up. He had a reaction to the shot, and developed a nasty head cold. One day, all sniffly and woozy (everybody say “aww…”), he was staring out of the glass door, kind of wobbly. Coppelia walked up to him and just stared. Then she raised her paw.
Looked at him.
Looked at her paw.
Looked at him.
Looked at her paw.
Whacked him across the nose and sauntered away.
My dead cat Max used to play with his food. There are 3 dogs in the house and we would have to keep the cats bowl up high on the portable dishwasher or else the dogs would eat it. Max would carefully scoop out a single piece of kibble, carefully position it on the top of the dishwasher then bat it across the room and race after it, jumping off the dishwasher and running to catch it then eat it. Some nights he would eat his whole bowl of food that way. Too funny.
He would also work in team with the dogs… If we left a loaf of bread or rolls on the counter and left the house, the cat would knock the bread to the floor where ALL the animals could tear it open partake.
I hope that was before he died. Otherwise that post belongs in the Very Vaguely Creepy thread.
(Disclaimer: That is the only time anyone will witness me saying something snide about a cat who has shuffled off this mortal coil. A dead cat is usually the one subject that makes me leave the room.)
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You are so cruel.
Just kidding!
I don’t have a cat, and never have had one, but I live vicariously through my friends’ feline masters.
My friend Glen up in Philly just got a tiny kitten this summer. Named him Jones, after the orange cat in the first Alien movie. He was six weeks old when Glen got him from the SPCA, and due to circumstances (my car broke down), I had to crash at Glen’s apartment that night, the first night that Jones spent in his new home.
Jones had been in the place for less than an hour when I showed up, so he was still checking out the joint. An hour or so after I got there, I went in to use the bathroom and didn’t realise Jones was following me in. I shut the door behind me, as I normally do, and a half-second later heard a thud on the wall opposite the door.
Yes, I accidentally flung curious kitten Jones into the wall via the closing door.
these stories have reminded me of others:
odd drinking habits: Moki prefered fresh water, so would wait by the bathroom, hop up on the sink and wait for you to run a little into the sink with the stopper in.
Mouse, liked even ** fresher** water and would drink from the running spout.
Moki and I had an “adversarial” relationship - he’d allow me to feed and pet him upon demand, but preferred my brother. I’d ask “Moki, do you love me?” and he’d mutter “mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”. Anyhow. This one day, I held my hand in front of his face and said “go ahead, Moki bite it”. He looked at my hand, then up at my face. “Go ahead Moki, I won’t do anything, bite it”. Looked at my hand, looked at me. Looked at my hand again licked it then sank his teeth into it (gently, not breaking the skin, but definately there), then held the position while he looked back up at my face.
Mouse, did NOT like our other kitty Spike. If he walked past her, she’d reach out and smack him. One day, I saw her walk into a room, walk all the way over to where Spike was, smack him across the face, turn around and leave.
I have two cats, Briscoe and Logan (yes, they were named after the characters from Law and Order).
Briscoe thinks he’s a parrot. His favorite place is on my shoulder. He will jump from the counter, and once or twice has just climbed up my back.
Logan, on the other hand, does not like being picked up, but he is more than happy to lie on the arm of the sofa next to my head and go to sleep. Over the course of his nap, his bum will migrate to the top of my head, then to my face. He will also sleep on top of the stereo.
Robin
When I was just about finished moving all my stuff from my old room to the one in the basement, I went upstairs to grabe the few things I had piled up in the middle of the floor. When I got there, Çebeaux was sprawled across the entire heap, with the saddest kitty eyes I had ever seen. I think he figured if I couldn’t get at the rest of my stuff, I wouldn’t be able to leave…
(I’ll be back with more, later.)
My siamese mix, Chloe, has been a hoot since my fiance and I got her from the SPCA in March. For one thing, she got into a habit of drinking water out of the fountain we have on an endtable, when she has perfectly fresh water in her bowl. She loves running water, and fell headfirst into the washer when it was filling last week. The poor thing was a sight, trying to claw her way out of the foot-deep water. She also has an annoying habit of climbing up into my lap, farting, and then jumping down.