I don’t want to hijack the cats and water thread, but have got to share Elvis’s latest Cute Kitty Trick. He has taken to sleeping in the bottom drawer of my nightstand – which he gets into because he opens the drawer himself. He originally developed his drawer-opening technique eight or ten years ago, because he discovered it made enough noise to wake me up, but not enough to piss me off so much that I’d lock him out of the bedroom. (A symbolic gesture, btw – if I reach over from the bed and close the bathroom door, it means “you are shut out of here,” even when he’s still in the room and the door to the hall is open. He understands this and will cease doing whatever annoying thing he’s doing to try to wake me up. This is only one reason why one of his top five nicknames is Mr. Clever Kitty.)
So anyway, this is is latest trick – he slides the drawer open a few inches, slithers in, and curls up and goes to sleep. Completely new behavior over the last few days – and he’ll be 17 in March.
God I love this animal.
Wish my other cat (RIP Lucky) had been that nice. He had a tendency to climb on my bed at night and curl up on my pillow. Not that I minded having him around my bed, just anywhere but my pillow. Or he’d poke around my room and make enough noise that I couldn’t sleep. One night I got fed up, picked him up, tossed him gently into the hallway, and shut the door.
A few minutes later, I heard the doorknob make a bit of noise, and soon after he was back on my pillow again.
Although he tended to be annoying at night, I still miss him 
(He was run over by a car a couple years ago). We had another cat at the time, who is still with us, but she’s not as social as he was.
I have a cute story about my cats Thomas (RIP, my main man) and Dolphie, my fat calico. I brought them to my dad’s house over winter break, and my father had a cat named Daisy who hated my guts. I was sitting in the easy chair and Daisy was behind it, growling at me and being a pain. Thomas and Dolphie came in and assessed the situation, then split up. Thomas went to one side, and Dolphie stood in the hall on the other side of the chair. Thomas ran behind the easy chair, flushed Daisy out, who then ran smack into Dolphie. This surrounded, Daisy emptied her bladder and took off running. I could almost see Thomas and Dolphie high-fiving each other. To this day I believe they were roughing up Daisy for being nasty to me, not to mention their clever planning and execution of this whole endeavor. I love those guys!
Today I found a little yellow plastic bowl about two inches in diameter (don’t know what it’s from, probably one of my son’s toys) and spent a goodly portion of my precious weekend trying to get my cats to wear it like a hat. It was light enough that if I could get it on their heads without them noticing, they would leave it there for a minute or so before figuring out it was up there. One of them wore it for a good five minutes - it looked like one of those straw hats that the gondoliers in Venice wear. Isn’t that so gosh-darned cute you want to scream?
Wehn I was a little kid, the door to my bedroom was at the foot of the bed. So lying in bed, I couldn’t see the bottom, oh, 2-3 feet of the doorway.
Almost every night, I’d see the door open by itself. I’d hold my breath win great anxiety and stare at the floor at the side of the bed. If Snowball appeared with a freind chirrup all was good. If he took too long, I’d naturally assume “GHOSTS!” and have to hide.