So yesterday I got out of the shower. My cats have a thing about watching me take showers. I don’t know why. They sit on the counter and stare. They do this every day.
Anyway I get out of the shower and towel off. I drop the towel and walk up to the counter to brush my teeth. At which point Gouda, my favorite kitten walks along the counter and sniffs one of my favorite body parts. She sniffs it again and then pulls back her paw and …
THAWP!!
Thank God she did not have her claws out.
Needless to say she is no longer welcome in the bathroom.
Pepper Mill was towelling off after a shower one day when Midnight, our oldest cat, who was balancing on the edge of the sink, found herself next to PM’s nipple. For whatever reason, she decided this would be a good thing to bite.
Midnight never did that again.
What the CalMeachams get away with, the cats don’t.
Deciding what is and what isn’t a cat toy isn’t up to you if you haven’t realized by now. Dusty ignored all the cat toys we bought her as a kitten and instead decided that little plastic shotgun wads were “mice” for her to chew on and bat around the room. This much annoyed TheLadyLion who often found their mangled corpses under her ass in bed. Oddly when I was tossing one off the bed one day I discovered I have a cat that plays fetch. If I could teach her to catch a frisbee I could rule the world.
When I first adopted Loki he had the strangest habit of pouncing on my balls when I was trying to go to sleep. When shooed away he would take a lap around the living room before running back into the bedroom and pouncing right onto my balls again. After a dozen times or so, I pinned him between my arm and torso where he promptly fell asleep.
Heh - no worries. I think it’s a girl cat thing. My little Emmy has a very strange fascination with sniffing her daddy’s favorite part. At times, she enjoys playing with it like a spring toy.
We have a new kitty in the house, so all hell has broken loose.
The new 4 lb kitty loves to terrorize the 10 lb alpha male of the house.
They go streaking all over; racing over the back of the sofa, sailing over the pool table, dashing across the bed.
Note that last one.
Not such a problem when the bed is empty. Such a problem when you are sleeping in it. I’m still not sure what happened, but I think one of them may have dug in for a u-turn. :eek:
As bad as that hurt, I’m sooooooo glad I’m not a male.
My pet rats seem to derive enjoyment from nipping small body parts that are in reach when your attention is diverted. Never hard enough to really hurt, mind you, they just enjoy seeing a reaction. My Lola is a toe-biter, Cookie goes for the thumbs, and Bettina is a nipple-biter. The “nip” nips are definitely the worst. Once she snuck a nibble at Mr. AFG’s nipple. He almost went through the roof, and she jumped over to me and started doing her happy-chatter.
