I love kitties more than anything! Kitties kitties kitties!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Just so you know, Conan the Wonderkitty, who introduced Schrodinger the InvisiCat to the pleasure of peas, has recently taken up eating seaweed.

I shit you not. I was snacking on some nori (the flat sheets of roasted seaweed you’re supposed to roll sushi up in if you’re not too lazy to make sushi) and Conan hopped up on the table with that “What do you have what do you have?” look. I tore off a piece and offered it to him. He sniffed it. He licked it. He ate it. He begged for more.

Now I can’t snack on seaweed any more without my Sweetie Face begging for a piece.

So far, Schrodinger, my Baby Cat, has expressed no interest in eating seaweed. He sniffs it and just kind of looks at me funny.

Cats are so adorable.

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I’m currently being supervised by a kitten in a basket.

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Oh my god. That is hilarious!

You are all crazy people, btw.

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I’m going to go give my kitties a squeeze right now!!:slight_smile:

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might have something to do with its likeness to catnip?

just a thought…

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I have a cat called Mr Nuts, and he, like the other cats and dogs here, channels his voice through me (again, very useful when I was stumped during my oral exams at school), and the funny thing is, apparently he’s got a recording career of which I was unaware.

If you listen to Joan Jett’s ‘Bad reputation’ as it happens, he is the boy chorus, you know, the ones chanting ‘No, no, no’ and ‘Me, me, me’ – which is pretty much the extent of Mr Nuts’ vocab, too.

All of my animals have songs…my dog Dirt even has a Christmas carol:

‘I’m a little Christmas tree
I’m as bright as I can be
Underneath the mistletoe
I give off a soft warm glow.’

The Boods had, amongst her many theme songs, one that went to the Indiana Jones Theme, but I think it’s against the Geneva Convention to subject anyone to it…

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More kitty stories please, kthx.

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So the, um, kitty went and, uh, you see about this thing and, well, it could be a, uh, oh

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Gonna cry now.

I need KITTY stories!

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I’m not sure where the line is between well adjusted person who lkes cats and crazy cat lady but it exists. I think the key in keeping your sanity is making sure the county doesn’t have to send in guys in space suits to clean out your house when you die.

I know I’m in the minority here as a guy but I’ve never felt that liking cats diminishes my masculinity. Cats like me usually, even cats that don’t like anyone. “Oh my cat doesn’t like men.” Pfff! I’ll be scratching that cat’s belly in five minutes. Well Aviva’s cat did bite me but she bites everyone including Aviva.

I don’t believe in large numbers of cats so TheLadyLion and I are doing fine with Oreo who has become more needy since the passing of Sam. Not in the market for a new kitten as I think she’s too old to adjust to the competition.

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The Boods has always enjoyed playing fetch, but mainly with those crinkly cut ‘ruffle’ noodles. If I’m working, she will bring them to me and then smack me with her foot until I throw one (repeat 9,000x). Also, to initiate play, one merely has to shout ‘Noo doo! Noo doo!’ and she comes running. More than one time I have been deeply into my work, only to get up and discover a small pile of 7 or 8 noodles on the floor behind my chair.

Also, The Boods cannot get enough of pitzels, you know, the round cookies? I’ve bought her anise, thinking she thought it was some sort of exotic catmint, but she prefers the actual cookies and will mug me if I have one.

Also also, she learnt how to turn off a window unit air conditioner in my previous house – she learnt that when the noise stopped, I got up, and then she was fed. Fine. But she also liked to jump up on counters and things and flip light switches. One day she discovered if she flipped a switch in the bedroom, the noise stopped, I got up, it was great. In fact, the first time it happened, I thought it was a power failure, but when I put on my specs, she was sitting there on the wee table under that switch looking positively smug. I didn’t make the connection until the 4th time, and moved the table.

Sometimes I would get home from classes, and she’d be watching cartoons on tele, as she’d sat on the remote. Then one day I came home, and she was looking at Oprah. Had it been Sally, I’m sure she would have rung in.

I will fill out her name on mail-in surveys, and just last week in the mail she received an invitation to join AARP and also 4 free sample Kotex.

When I would take showers, she would sit on the side of the tub and suddenly grab the curtain and peer around and look at me…which was fine until the day my partner held her up in his arms, and she pulled her routine, and peered around the curtain at me with this, ‘Mummy? Is that you?’ wide eyed expression, and when I realised she was eye-level with me, I let out quite a shout.

As I grow catmint in the garden,there’s an enormous harvest every year, and I stuff a full-sized pillowcase with it for them to sleep on…recently I sent a small bag of freshly ground, dried catmint to a friend in Switzerland, but he received it only after the Swiss authorities seized the packet and opened it, thinking it was some other sort of grass…

The Boods also enjoys those satiny baseball jackets, if I put one on the floor, lining side up. She take a running leap and dive into the sleeve so that her head pops out of the cuff.

Is this helping at all, Contrary?:slight_smile:

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I’m highly allergic and have asthma triggered by animal dander. A kitty is just too much for my poor lungs to handle.

That’s why we have threeeeeeee! Here’s one of my babies!

http://www.mycathatesyou.com/newlist.asp?CatName=dot_100902

At first we all agreed this picture made her look evil, but the more I look at it, I can’t help but think of a little kid laughing hysterically at some silly joke they just told. I think if she were human, she’d be just like Ramona Quimby.

The best thing about kitties is that when one is sitting on you, you don’t have to do a thing. Phone rings - can’t get up, there’s a cat on my lap. I’m thirsty - but, y’know, cat on my lap. Get me a drink, wouldja? Listen, the remote is just a little out of my reach, could you come over here and get it for me? Don’t want to disturb you-know-who! Luckily I am able to sit in one place happily for hours on end and my husband is a fidgety bastard, so I reap most of the rewards from the “Kitty-on-your-lap” rule.

Hooray for kitties!

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Oh, and Phlosphr, I must be PMSing because your kitten is so cute I almost burst into tears. You can tell Minmei has that cute, round little kitten belly that’s so fun to snuffle.

Phew! This is just what I needed after that “Scary Mug Shot” thread.

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Yay! This helps lots!

<pining to go home and pet Chloe>

I swear I will post a picture of her soon, she’s quite adorable in a slightly bemused, barely cross-eyed kind of way.

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Hehehe, my kitty at my home in Ohio is a little cross-eyed, too. And she has a slight overbite so when she drinks from her water dish, she splashes everywhere. She’s the cutest, prettiest kitty ever to exist. I’m not kidding. I bet she could win awards and stuff. She’s a Maine Coone kitty so she’s really fluffy. Her hair isn’t like typical cat hair, it’s like feathers. When she sits in front of a window or fan, her fur blows like a feather boa.

Anyways, her meow is this little stuttered mrarow-ow-ow. It’s so cute it makes me squeal and pick her up and hug her until she does it again.

When I’m lying down, she’ll crawl onto my chest and make me pet her. And then she’ll get so intoxicated from my petting her that she’ll start drooling a little bit. Then she might lie down and make lovey-eyes at me while we both drift off to sleep.

But she’s all the way in Ohio. :frowning: I miss her.

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Whenever it’s Christmas time, I make up a song for Noel in time to, well, “The First Noel”

“Noel, Noel,
Noel, Noel
Here is the kitty, her name is Noel…”

Or White Christmas:

I’m dreaming of a white kitty
Just like the one I have at home
Where her eyes do glisten
But she never listens
To hear, her humans tell her no…

I can’t think of songs for the other kitties, so I just say their names over and over and give them hundreds of silly nicknames and talk babytalk to them.

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hey! I have a Chloe, too! She’s an orange tabby who looooooves kisses. Givin’ ‘em, gettin’ 'em, whatever. She’s a make-out artist.

We had a kitty named Lela, so I would dance her around and in my throatiest, sultriest voice I’d sing “Whatever Lela wants, Lela gets, and little man, little Lela - wants you! ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum-bum-bum”.

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My Chloe is a tiger/siamese mix – so pretty, with those cute barely crossed eyes.

She loves to lay around on her back, looking like a little hussy. And she will complain if the dog looks at her or gets too close. I swear she’s like a child – “Mom! He’s LOOKING at me!”

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I clicked on that link during class Wednesday night. Thank god I sit in the back corner so prof was facing his computer and couldn’t see me because the giggles almost got out of control. Really.

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Cripes, it’s starting to sound like Jean Teasdale from The Onion here. I better go drink some beer in a biker bar and talk sports with my friends before I get all wussified. <sigh> Forget it. None of my friends likes sports and nether do I really.

I have to admit that Britney from mycathatesyou.com is the coolest cat picutre I’ve seen. I can’t figure out if she’s snarling, about to sneeze or is just having a hard time doing an Elvis impression.

['70s Elivs]On a cold and gray Chicago morning another poor little kitty was born in the ghetto[/70sE]