He gets very yowly when his food bowl runs low. Not when it’s empty, but when the level of pellets gets below some sort of mark only he can see.
If he starts hording string, tinfoil, random nails and screws he finds on the floor, and margarine tubs, and referring to his basket as “Hoover-ville” I’ll know for sure.
That would make him what… 90?
For some reason, certain of my cats have determined that hair elastics are negotiable currency. If the amount of food in their bowls falls below acceptable levels, I will find hair elastics in the bowls.
I have never seen even one of my 8 cats playing with a hair elastic. I guess you don’t play with money. I don’t know which one - or if it is more than one - puts them in the bowls. I’m really not sure where they get them; I don’t use elastics much anymore.
Cats. Can’t live with 'em, not enough fur for a rug.
Our dog Kricket (pointer, border collie mix [or something]) is a bit odd. She likes to have a shoe or sock of ours where she lays in the ‘look-out’ position. We have floor to ceiling windows, and she is the first line of defense I guess.
Having some clothing of ours is not odd. She is a rescued dog, and I suspect it gives her some comfort. That’s fine.
Yesterday I found a potato in her spot. Not chewed on or anything.
Just a potato.
Just in case I guess.
Never know when you might have to carb up.
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I loooove weird pet behavior threads!
My husband thinks these two bits are wise beyond measure:
Boris, as I’ve mentioned before , is trying to become the fattest kitty in the world by eating only dry food. He eats constantly, but I don’t know where the line is between “I’m hungry” and “oh, hey, I’m not doing anything…how about I gorge myself?”
He’s a cat, and therefore, nimble. However, he has to be picked up and placed in front of his food dish. Also, after you put food in the bowl, he turns and walks away. He’s interested until the food is completely in, then he leaves. You have to get him and put him in front of the food, where he promptly scarfs it down.
Havoc is an interior decorator. Every time I clean up the floor and put all their toys into the toy box so I can vacuum, Havoc has a few of them out and artfully arranged before I get the rest of the house done. Mind you, I’ve never seen either of them actually play with these particular toys. Havoc just likes the way they look, and the expression on my face when I step on them, I guess.
Pixel is also a hair elastic thief. She will remove one from the hook in the bathroom, play with it for awhile, chew it to pieces then go get another one. We’ve started buying her her own, just because she was going through the wife’s so quickly.
My dog keeps her valuables in my mattress. Well, between the mattress and the bed spring. The oddest crap, too. She hoards junk mail in there, anything paper and shiny she just shoves in there. I guess she doesn’t want the T-men to find her gold and silver stash when they come to collect the taxes.
I’m pretty sure it started happening when the stock market crashed and Pets.com went under.
My kitty likes to have her toys with her when she eats. Her two favorite bat-around toys always end up next to her food dish. Kind of a security blanket type thing, I suppose.
About a month after I got Dewey, I bought a big bag of potatoes and left it on the kitchen floor. He dragged it around with him until it lost all its potatoes, a few weeks at least. I don’t know what he saw in it.
Our 10-year-old Lab used to go throug two bowls of food per day (separate feedings) in under a minute.
Then our other dog, an old spaniel died. Now the Lab will often just eat one bowl a day, sometimes leaving it untouched for hours.
I guess when you don’t have to defend your meals from possible encroachment by the competition, you can be a lot more casual about eating. Though the spaniel knew enough to never go near the bigger dog’s bowl anyway, the perceived threat must have been worrisome.
My dog hoards tissue. He’s learned that we’ll make him drop the tissue if it’s sticking out of his mouth, so he’ll stuff it all the way in, then hide somewhere and rip it up.
I have five dogs. My black Lab, Indy, likes having his belly rubbed. Which in and of itself isn’t so astonishing - it’s the sound he makes when you do it. It’s gotten so bad that I now call him by the creature that makes the same sound – Chewbacca.
I swear it sounds exactly the same. and when I laugh, he only does it louder.
But enough for mittens, or a nice hat. 
I want to call our next cat Mittens. Or Throw Rug.
My husband says Cassy would make a nice slipper. 'Lil is the same color, so he might get a pair, but they’d be very different sizes.
We keep the dry cat food in an old cookie jar. If I forget to put the lid back on, no matter how full their bowls, Max would rather eat directly from the cookie jar. He stands on the toaster to get to it. Yesterday I saw Cassy on the toaster. :smack:
The worst part is, Cassy’s a tattletale, she comes to get me when Max gets on the toaster. I guess she’s confident Max won’t rat her out.
I love this board!
Your archetypal 1930s kitty was known mostly for spending all night on backyard fences, yowling amorously and occasionally getting pegged with an old boot.
My Luna brat has started talking in her sleep. She makes this weird sounding chattering-clicking noise, like cats sometimes make when they’re watching birds out the window, tail switching the entire time. What makes it funnier is she only does it if somebody makes a high-pitched noise, like a sneeze or my daughter giggling.
Then she wakes up and gives you the stink-eye like you’re the insane one in the room.
Oreo brat steals my daughter’s My Little Ponys and rapturously snorgles with them in the middle of the floor.
Years ago when I was in a long distance relationship and traveled every couple of months I used to get my daughter those little beany bears from the airports that had the name of the city on them.
We had a cat Ralph at the time that used to snatched them and carry them around like a mother kitten would carry her young. He used to hide them under beds to keep them safe.
Our dog Hanna has the strangest bark/whine/I am not sure wtf it is. When I get home from work the dogs are of course all excited and dancing around and snorting but Hanna sounds like I am murdering her. I swear the neighbors must think I am beating her to death and the more I try to pet and calm her down the louder it gets.
Our other dog Queenie likes my shoes. If I can’t find one I can bet she has it and sometimes she takes both. She never chews them she just sleeps with them. She is currently laying at me feet under the computer desk with my sandal under her chin. She has been known to take my clothes as well but she has not done that in quite awhile.
We also have one cat that can see the “empty” line on the cat troft. If I walk in the kitchen Igore will run into the bathroom and back as a signal the cat food is empty even though it is half full. I have to fill to heaping for him to eat it.
If you really want to funk with him, take out the biscuits he has left, put the fresh food in the bowl and then put the “old” biscuits back on top.
Oh man I dunno, wouldn’t that cause a shift in the universe or create a black hole somewhere?
I have nine cats and I don’t want to risk pissing off the natives and if they can get the dogs on their side I am royaly screwed.
