I used to have a cat that looked exactly like Albert, and was quite possibly dumber.
The cat used to spend hours on end trying to walk across the curtain rods over the bay windows. Seriously. He would leap up onto the valance, get about half way across, and fall down. Then he’d do it again. For hours. Almost entire *days * were spent this way. He never once made it all the way across. The cat? Was stooooooopid.
He died about 12 years ago. How long have you had Albert?
7 or 8 years, so there must have been a brief reincarnation in between there! Probably a cat who died young after doing something… stupid!
I’m quite certain I have Albert’s brother. His name is Mad Max, but we call him BooBoo, because he’s just so dumb! He’ll actually stand in the kitchen and meow (loudly) because we’ve gone to the other end of the house and he’s LOST! Mind you this is just a 2000 square foot rambler…We’re 70’ away in a straight line. Sometimes I really worry about him. But he’s so very lovable…Maybe when they are that dumb they ‘get’ cute as a bonus, just to be able to survive.
What is it with the ones who get lost? Last night, ElzaHub came out of the office, where he was on the computer, opened the basement door wider (it’s always open with a doorstop), and said “Emmy! We’re right here!”.
Up she comes, after a massive howling episode because she was apparently lost on the landing to the basement. :rolleyes: There are four steps between the basement door and the landing.
She also gets lost upstairs. In the house that she’s lived in for a year and a half.
I love her, but she’s a moron.
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One of my cats, Baby, likes to crawl up in my lap so I can comb her. Every once in a long while, she’ll look up at me then shift focus to stare over my shoulder as her eyes go wide and black. I’ll twist to look over my shoulder (with every hair on my neck standing up) to see nothing. I’ll turn back to her and she’ll give me a squinty look that clearly says “Stoopid Monkey”.
It’s so pathetic to be psyched out by a cat.
It might make you think my old gray tabby was a sophisticated art lover.
But, no.
Truth is he used to sit and stare at that blank wall all the time. I hung that print so maybe he’d quit doing it.
I blame the martians.
