I was emptying litter boxes and had just finished scooping out the last one when one of my cats came in to do his duty. I stepped back and decided to wait for him so I could have everything nice and clean.
The cat squatted with his tail straight behind and fluffed (not normal behavior for him) and then started frantically scrabbling litter with his front paws underneath of himself. What the heck? Next thing I know he jumped out and ran from the room at top speed. Odd cat.
I went over to scoop the new gift - I didn’t even have to dig for it. There it lay very close to the surface, a nice covered clump of pee. So I thought. I barely touched the clump with my scoop and it just crumbled away into nothing.
**NOTHING. **
The next thing I knew I was reeling back and gagging from the smell that enveloped my face. OH. MY. GOD. The cat buried a fart!:eek: I did not think that was possible! He buried a fart! There was NOTHING to scoop, it just disintegrated. And the smell!
I’m afraid to scoop the litter boxes after this - how many more landmines am I going to find now that he has a new trick?
Please tell me the rest of you also have cats with weird abilities - share your crazy cat stories to help me cope with this furry little weirdo of mine.
We once had a friendly young cat named Buddy Boy. My sister put some tuna on a saucer and set it on the floor. He went over to it, sniffed it, and turned around and kicked at it as if it were poop!
My cats do that a lot. I think they get the wires crossed in their fuzzy little brains, and somehow think that food is something that needs to be buried. It’s rather insulting.
My mantra, which gets me through a lot of inexplicable cat behavior: “Cats is weird.”
I had a colleague who would come into my office with the latest problem to lay on my plate, and, when finished, would turn her back and make cat/dog poop burying motions with her feet. It effectively took the sting out of whatever shit she was leaving for me to clean up.
stretch the super d duper has had tummy troubles of late. thankfully he has not delivered the “deathbomb of flatulance”, he has however, gone to the litter room and burst out of it like the deamons of hades are after him.
sometimes he will overturn the box in his haste to exit. leaving me to deal with the horrific cleanup.
Whenever my cat is tearing around the house like his tail is on fire I know he’s left a nasty pile in the litter box. I don’t know whether he’s running from the stink he left behind or running because he feels better after taking a dump.
When my big, fluffy, adorable cat comes dashing out of the litterbox and into another room like that, I know it’s time to go inspect him for what we call “hygiene issues.” All that fluffy fur under the tail is not an asset in the litterbox, if you know what I mean.
