With all of the heavy stuff going on I thought I would start a fun pet stories thread. You know with holidays coming upon us we will be eating some heavy dinners and politics worldwide has gotten pretty heavy.
I will start, as some of you know I have a cat named Petite who was a poundkitty. She is an inside cat, but sometimes I take her outside. She demands to ride on my shoulder to see the outside world since she is basically afraid of the big world out there. When I go around the couch (which is in the middle of the room) she gently grabs me so that I will pick her up so that she can look out of the sliding glass door. Petite is definitly a one person cat. She likes no one else but me and will bite then run away from anyone who tries to touch her.
One of her favorite foods is peeps, you know those marshmellow baby chick shaped sugar coated things you get at Easter time. I have left an opened package of peeps out and in the morning they have all had their heads eaten off.
I would love to hear your fun pet stories. They are always so cute.
Well, my kitty, Jaws (named after the shark), once fell down the chimney.
She often did the usual cat thing of waiting by the door when she say someone leave (knowing they’d come back) and then darting outside as soon as the door was opened again.
Well, we had a couple of trees right next to our house, so the cat found she could climb them to get on the roof. Why this was desirable, I’ve no idea.
Anyway, one time she got out, climbed the tree, got on the roof, and curiosity must have gotten the better of her, because she ended up falling down the chimney all the way to the fireplace in the basement.
Luckily, she was completely unharmed, albeit extremely sooty.
Well, I got my third cat in January, he was a stray who just sort of attached himself to me. He’s kind of a strange one though, loves to play with odd things. I came home from work one night and spied a trail of dark blobs going across the living room carpet. At the trail’s end was a small cactus-he’d pulled it out of its pot to play with it. And the little cuss eats literally everything he can; I can’t leave even a loaf of bread (or package of cinnamon raisin bagels) on the counter or he’ll scarf it down. He’s also partial to salsa…
The one I really can’t figure though is why he’s chewed up every doorstop in my house.
When our yellow lab,Murphy, now 6 years old, was a puppy, she was playing with my husband on the floor.
He was laying on his back and she jumped onto his stomach with her paws.
Hitting him perfectly in the diaphram.
Hubby released a tremendous uncontrolled burp because of this action, as you can well understand. Murphy, then stood atop my husband’s chest and sniffed the burp.
Never fails to crack me up.
Also, when she was a puppy, I would sit at the far end of our kitchen. My husband would sit at the other end of our house, in the laundry room ( one long hallway, if you will) and Murphy would hide in the desk hole thing ( where your knees go if you actually used the kitchen desk for anything other than a catch all place). We’d sit on the floor and bounce a tennis ball back and forth, back and forth, and Murphy would rush out time and time again trying to catch the ball as it whizzed by. Eventually, to show you that she is a pretty smart dog, she would lay right in the path and snap at the ball as we tried to bounce it over her prone body.
Now, she is a snoring fart-o-matic shedding machine.
I have the same problem with my cat Izzy, especially when it’s cinnamon raisin anything. He also likes to try to eat the bristles off the broom. And tacks!!! He tries to eat tacks, which scares the hell out of me. Sometimes I wish I had a mini x-ray machine just so I could make sure he didn’t eat anything lethal while I was at work.
Dicey, on the other, hand goes nuts when she smells coconut. She could care less for catnip, but coconut drives her wild shrug
I do have a cute story about Dicey too. She likes to crawl into those 12 pack soda boxes. So, out of curiousity I wondered if she’d like being the rubbermaid dish tub the cats use as a bed. She did. A lot. All you could see was this tub scooting around the kitchen. I think she also enjoyed the fact that Izzy could get through the tub to “attack” her. It’s her kitty version of an armored vehicle.
Enid the Exploding Cat (so named for her fearsome temper) is more decorative than entertaining, I fear. I do think she’s pretty funny when she’s basking in front of the heater with all her paws sticking up and her pinkish-white belly aimed at the ceiling. Enid is a serious heat pig.
My cat likes Peeps too! But I have to eat all the sugared part off. He only wants the gooey center. He stands on the counter meowing at me as I eat the outside. Sometimes he reaches out his paw and pulls my hand to him, to see if it’s ready.
We have another cat that likes raisins. My brother would give him milk covered raisins when he was eating raisin bran. Then one time he was eating chocolate covered raisins and the cat wanted them! So my brother would lick off all the chocolate, and give him the gooey raisin.
I don’t know what it is with our cats and pre-licked food!
BlackKnight you started my day off with a laugh, that is a great story even though it does have some dirty parts to it. I bet it took forever to clean up the basement.
dwyr your cat sounds completely different than mine. Except for peeps and frosted mini wheats™, Petite doesn’t eat any people food including milk. She could have whatever she wanted, she is obviously very spoilt, but she doesn’t like most stuff.
Shirley Ujest, once again your story lives up to my expectation of your abilities as a great story teller. That created a great image of dog smelling a burp, I am sure I disturbed everyone in the office with my laughing. hee hee
beakerxf Ah you also have a good eater, you are lucky, picky eaters can be a challenge. And aren’t pets fun to watch play?
Catrandom don’t you just get the urge or tickle said pinkish-white belly? and if you do does the cat bite or enjoy it?
Oh another cat after my heart lesa, but Petite likes the sugar part. Your cat may be responding to you as the alpha cat with the pre-licked food.
Ben is a walking stomach. He’ll eat anything you give him, and anything you won’t. He loves vegetables, especially carrots. Often, when cooking, my mother will give him a carrot, which he’ll take and trot off with his tail in the air, happy as a clam.
Unfortunately, he figured out where the carrot patch in the garden is. Watching him is amazing, but you have to be careful he doesn’t see you or he’ll stop. He sniffles around the carrots until he finds one he likes. Then he scratches the dirt away with his paws. He grabs the now exposed carrot with his teeth and gives it a yank. If it doesn’t come free, he digs around it and yanks again. He repeats this until the carrot comes out. He trots to the middle of the lawn with his prize, eats it, and leaves the greens in a pile on the grass.
For dessert, he goes to the strawberry patch, where he sucks the best, juiciest, ripest berries off of the vine (he never takes the rotten, moldy ones, damn him!).
My roomate used to have a weiner dog named Frtizy. I had tons of fun taking it up to campus and running around.
One day I was at school with fritzy talking with a friend of mine. She kept saying how stupid fritzy was. I kept trying to sway her opinion saying what an intelligent dog he was. She would have none of it. I firmly stated that FRITZY IS A SMART DOG. I said goodbye as we had enough abuse and Fritzy and I took off running as my friend watched. Fritzy must have had his mind on other things because he never saw the wall that he proceeded to run directly into proving my friends argument.
Does anybody here remember the fuzzy cat toys that came in Friskees boxes 10-15 years ago? I still have a couple of wooly worms, which are basically 6in. by 1in. pieces of carpet with a smally fuzzy head attached. My new cat, Ada, loves the darn things. My kid tied a 4 foot piece of string to one to make what is apparently the Ultimate Cat Toy.
One day I was playing with Ada on the basement stairs (cat lovers understand how a set of stairs and a string can create some serious action). I threw the worm/string down the stairs. The cat tears after it, sinks her front claws in the carpeted stair where the toy is, and lets her lower body continue flying by. Next thing I know, she’s fetched the toy, put her hunter look on, trotted up the stairs and dropped it at my feet. She let me do this about 10 times before she pooped out. So now I have a retriever cat.
Here’s my favorite trick with her. After her monthly nail clipping, and after her trust in me returns (takes about 30 seconds), I grab that worm/string and send it down the stairs. She does her part, but finds out too late that the claws no longer dig into the carpet. I’m howling as I’m treated to at least one complete somersault before she careens into the wall.
We currently have 2 kittens, both about 3 months old. Watching them try to get traction on a vinyl floor is a hoot! Watching them try to corner is even better.
One of them found some balls of yarn to play with, and the stuff was strung throughout the house in about 10 minutes. Then Mitzi managed to somehow loop it around her hind leg, and she couldn’t get it off. She ran throughout the place to get away from it, but it kept following her. I finally found her huddling under a bed. Poor little critter…
My kitten Chandler Bing is still I think only 4 months or so old. He is the eppitomy of cute cate. I’ve never seen a kitten act more kitten like. If he is not being petted or trying to be petted he is ALWAYS playing, always. Him and my Bichon “buddy” play and romp and wrestle for hours. If the dog isn’t there he will play with pretend things… running and chasing nothing. He will literally do summersaults in the air grabbing at his immaginary toys. Of course he has LOTS of real toys and plays with those too…
The best thing of all though is the lazer pointer I recently got. He will chase that red dot unending. I’m afraid he’s going to get a complex because he can never catch it though.
My sister-in-law’s cat was a total freak. One of my favorite cats, ever. He was bought from a low-class pet store, the B+I in Tacoma. He looked normal in the beginning, a little white kitten reminiscent of a siamese. Then, at about 12 weeks, his lumpy tail turned into a curled tail. It turned 1 and half turns, and was permanently rolled up over his back, like a malamute. His hind feet ended up 2 inches longer than his front, so he looked like the feline equivilent of a muscle car. He grew to be a 20 poundcat whose nose ran constantly from extreme allergies.
He ate menthol coughdrops. Yes, the nasty blue things. He stole them from purses. If you woke up in the middle of the night, and heard, CRACK, CRUNCH, CRACK, that was him. We all figured they cleared his sinuses.
I miss him.
Apricot
Our best-beloved springer spaniel was full of fun. Off the top of my head:
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[li]She used to amuse herself in her outside pen in the morning, before anyone was up, by grabbing one of the empty ice cream buckets that Mr. Scarlett used to carry dog food, flipping it straight up into the air, and catching it. She would only do it if she thought no one was watching her. We used to peek at her out the window. One morning she saw Mr. Scarlett watching her, though, and she never did it again (that we know of).[/li][li]She was a climber – fences, ladders, you name it. Once Mr. Scarlett was sitting on top of a LARGE doghouse he was building – the roof peak is about 6 feet high – to shingle it, and Miss Emily wanted so badly to be with him that she climbed the stepladder he was using and got up on the roof, knocking all his tools down.[/li][li]During her last few years, she was on medication that made her process water faster, and we had to be vigilant about keeping her water dish full. When we failed to keep up with her, she would (naturally) drink out of the toilet. We’d hear the lid go flip and we’d come to fill her water dish. Eventually she caught on to what signaled us – and after that she would simply flip the lid, then come to the bathroom door and peer out to see if we were coming. No more toilet water for her! She trained us good.[/li][li]One time I brought home a sub sandwich, cut into four pieces, which I unwrapped and set on the table, then went to tell Mr. S that cough lunch was served. When we returned to the kitchen, one of the pieces was missing, and there were telltale shreds of lettuce (which she didn’t like) on the carpet where she always ate treats. She could have stolen the whole thing in the time I was gone, but she only took what she thought was her fair share! And she looked so pathetic while we were eating: “Gee that sure looks good – wish I knew what that tasted like!” Yeah right.[/li][li]We used to love finding out what would make her bark and “go nuts” – most electronic noisemaking toys, but also Mr. S’s banjo and a plastic Slinky. (These days we piss off her successor, Miss Phyllis, with an old-fashioned hand-crank eggbeater.)[/li][li]Like most dogs, Emily was an avid napper. We’d see her sprawled on the floor and say things like, “Oh no! There’s a dead dog on the floor! Somebody killed our good dog! Oh well - I guess we’ll just have to get a puppy.” At the dreaded “P” word she would always lift her head.[/li][li]I could go on and on, but I’ll end on a sweet note: Mr. S was her god, and every morning around 2-3 am she would amble to the side of the bed, nose his hand, accept a minute or so of half-asleep petting, and then return to her own bed. Just a little reassurance to get her through the night.[/ul][/li]Miss Phyllis is a joy, but we sure do miss our sweet Emily!
i was answering the door last halloween at my parents house. they have a dog (maxie) who barks everytime there is a knock at the door, so on halloween – he goes a little crazy. these two girls around 9 years old came to the door and as i was giving them candy, one of them asked what kind of dog maxie was. i told her that maxie was a shih tzu. as the girls were walking away, her friend asked her what kind of dog i had said that it was… the girl replied “a bad word and a zoo”. i laughed for the rest of the night.
My second cat I inherited; he was my aunt’s cat and I promised to look after him when she was gone. Well, for some reason this animal just hates to see a closed door and has always gone around opening them up, he does the same for cabinets and drawers. I come home and it looks like a burglar has rifled through the house. When my aunt had him she didn’t mind this behavior too much but she did want to keep him out of her yarn supplies (she was quite an avid knitter) while she was away one time. She kept her knitting stuff in a closet in the den with a sliding door. So to keep furry paws out she put a nail in the floor by the door so it couldn’t slide open anymore. But he was a clever footpad and apparently what he did was bend the nail back, open the door, and snitch her yarn. We later found the bulk of it strewn about the garage and ensuring that the furnace wouldn’t escape-thoroughly tied up.
