I’ve been sitting here for the past few hours catching up (busy day at work). My cat (who I’m sure is part Siamese - she all black, but she has that look about her. Plus she never shuts up. No, really. Never) she stomped (yes, stomped) over to my chair, plopped down in front of me, meowed for what had to be close to a minute, turned her back on me, put her tail in the air and stomped away.
It’s close to 1am, I guess she wants to go to bed.
That’s one weird kitty I got here…
Nah, that sounds perfectly normal for a cat. What seems weird to me is that it’s the first time she’s told you off. Most cats tell you off on a pretty regular basis.
Yup. You got told. And I totally believe the stomping thing. My two guys can stomp through a pile rug.
Obviously, you still cannot understand the cat language.
Here’s the translation:
“Well, shit. You just cannot good help these days …”
You’ve been warned.
If she fires you for your continued insubordination, there will be blood spilled. And it will not be hers.
I’d advise you to hide your shoes and fast.
Request to use this for a sig, sir (unless you have a better one about volcanoes).
Mine bitches at me *every single time * I sneeze or cough. She’ll do it in her sleep, I’m not kidding. I had a cold last week and I’m about ready to kill her.
She was saying, "I wish to have sex now. Service me or find me someone who will, :wally " 
My cat can do the stomping thing too. She looks and acts Siamese, though since she came from the Humane Society I don’t know if she’s pure Siamese or has some other breeds in her lineage. While she’s quite vocal, she doesn’t have the distinctive Siamese voice.
And Boyo Jim, that’s not how a cat indicates that she wants to Make Kittens. A queen will become extremely affectionate, and snuggle up against everything. Animate or inanimate, she doesn’t care, but she will show a preference for anything male. She won’t seem to care that the male is a neutered male cat, or a male of another species. Sometimes we wonder whether or not Sapphire was completely spayed, because she snuggles up to Bill all the time, and presents her butt to him. This does not turn him on.
Oh, it’s not the first time. Ya know, when I disturb Her Royal Highness[sup]TM[/sup] in any way - tossing and turning too much at night, inviting my sister over, not filling her food bowl the moment the alarm goes off, attempting to take up more than my half of the chair, etc. she will tell me off. But, I’m pretty sure this is the first time she has done it completely unprovoked. She just caught me off guard (you know you are a slave to your cat when she tells you off and you catch yourself saying to her (out loud) “what? what did I do?” LOL.
Spoiled Brat Cat. I wonder how she got that way?
Sounds like you have my little princess’ twin sister. Emmy’s vocal as hell and climbs on both of us in the morning until we get up to feed her. I don’t think she’s Siamese, but she might be part Bengal or something else because she’s got that growling tiger sound and the ticked fur. Plus, she’s a New York City cat where it’s not odd to find half purebred cats on the street (our boy is part Turkish Angora).
Yesterday, Emmy was acting like a crack whore on speed. She was flinging herself into a wall and HOWLING from the other room. When I didn’t respond to her fast enough, she’d run into the living room, jump on the couch behind me, howl into my ear and tangle her claws in my hair.
Gotta love her.
Ava
My big orange cat will walk over (not stomp) sit in front of me and stare into my face with his big green eyes and meow profusely as if he has something extremely profound or important to tell me. Such as the meaning of life or tomorrow’s lottery numbers or hot stock tips, but damn my human brain! I just don’t understand. After a while he seems to just shake his head in resignation and wanders off.
Lou: Mah!
Me: What?
Lou: MAAAAAH!!!
Me: For heaven’s sake, what?
Lou: Mah!
Me: What, are you hungry? [Checks dish; full]
Lou: Mah!
Me: Is your water dish empty? [Checks dish; full]
Lou Mah!
Me: Are you in pain?
Lou Mah!
Me: What on earth is wrong with you?
Lou Meh. [Wanders away.]
Yeah, it’s a lot like that. Sometimes I wonder if Timmy hasn’t fallen down the well again but then I remember I don’t know anyone named Timmy and I don’t have a well and the cat wouldn’t care anyway unless Timmy was carrying his food at the time.
My (or more correctly, VunderWife’s) cats get plenty of sex and exercise, because I tell them to take a f*cking hike on a regular basis.
Go for it.
As for volcanoes, sorry fresh out.
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BTW, Mount St. Helens continues to run hot with magma extruding into the crater. If I could get up here, it would be a hellofa weenie roast.
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I still wanna see the thing explode! mope
As to the cats, my dog barks–long, loudly, headache-inducing–whenever she wants to be paid attention to. It is extremely annoying, and I don’t know why I love her so.
Cookie usually asks for a cuddle when I get in from work. She does this by hopping about alluringly and saying “meep moop meeeeew?” (Translation inferred: “please can I have a cuddle?”)
But yesterday evening I had some important mail to read, so I ignored this request.
“Meep moop meeeeew?” she repeated, and did an even more appealing hop. Again I ignored her.
So then she did something I’ve never seen before: she jumped up onto the breakfast bar, stalked right up to me, stuck her head up to my face and barked “Meep moop MIIIAAUU!!!” (Translation inferred: “Don’t you DARE ignore me more than once, motherfucker. Give me a goddamned cuddle NOW or I will tear your eyes out.”)
Needless to say, I complied.
When I’m watching TV or reading, sometimes Mr. Bean will jump up, or rather haul his fat ass up onto the couch and tap me on the arm three times with his paw. Then he’ll pause and see if I respond. If I keep doing what I’m doing and ignore him, he’ll tap me three times again. He’ll keep doing it until I give him lots of attention. Of course, once I start, he won’t let me stop.
My world should revolve around him and only him. I guess that’s why when my husband and I first started living together, he would sit directly in front of him while he was trying to watch TV and stare at him for really long periods of time. It creeped him out, but I thought it was cute.
Our neurotic cat, Peach, tells us off on a regular basis for extended periods. She gets quite agressive about it, too.
“Raaawhr.”
“What is it, Peach? Do you want some food?”
“Naaaarwh.”
“Do you want lovies?”
“Yeaaarwh. Lovies. But don’t actually TOUCH me!”
“Mrrrraaawrh.”
“waht do you want.”
“Yaaaaarwh.”
“Peach, get off the table.”
“Yaaaaarwh.”
“Peach, don’t throw the books on the floor.”
“Yaaaaarwh.”
“Peach, don’t eat the plant.”
“Yaaaaarwh.”
Repeat for 5-15 minutes.
Admittedly, Peach is hyper-thyroidic (and we have the scars from twice-daily pill dosing sessions to prove it), and races wildly around the house several times a day. When we had living room drapes, she would start at one end of the hall to get up speed, tear accross the living room and run up the drapes to the top, where she would perch on the curtain track and howl. his is why we now have vertical blinds (plastic) in the living room.