She’s just sitting there, halfway across the room, stock still. Her tail is wrapped around her feet, and she’s just sitting there watching me play guitar.
Except…she’ll look at me right in the eye, then let her gaze drift off to my right…then back to my eyes…then off to my left…then back to my eyes. It’s almost as if she’s watching something circling my head.
Quit it, you little freak!
Ha ha! Cats are great, aren’t they? Not at all psycho. Don’t worry about going to sleep tonight- I’m sure it’ll be fine… she won’t attack the thing that’s circling your head. Unless, of course, it threatens you.
Don’t worry.
It disturbs me greatly that that was your 666th post, Lissla.
<worried>
My cat climbs up the back of the ladder backed chair at the kid’s desk and sits perched on the very narrow and thin back of the chair like a gargoyle and watches me from across the room while I’m at my desk.
It’s almost like that vulture thing that Snoopy used to do in Peanuts.
I shuffled into the bathroom early this morning, all bleary eyed, flipped on the light, and nearly had a heart attack before I realized that the thing in the bathroom sink was the cat. It looked as if my ancient pipes had decided to disgorge 70 years woth of hairballs at once.
But there she was…peacefully asleep…with the warm water dripping a slow but constant tattoo right between her eyes.
Lunatic.
Orge, your cat told my cat that something is up. I found it in Pumpkin’s email or, as she calls it, “emeowl.”
There was also a bit of cat tittering about the line from The Night before Christmas – you know, “When what to my wandering eye should appear…?” They made some more puns and then there were big cat guffaws and something about what they had planned in the middle of the night. They referred to it as “the claw thing.”
Are you okay?:eek:
Not after reading about “the claw thing.” Brrrr…
She wandered off after a little while. I’m nervously contemplating whether this means the danger has passed or it’s the equivalent of a kitty shrug. “Oh well, I guess he’s doomed! Hey, look! Food!”
There are currently four cats in residence at this house. None of them is invisible, a dog in a cat suit, neon green, or on fire. In short, they all look like cats.
So why do all four of them go Linda Blair any time they happen to spot a cat out in the yard? It’s a cat. It’s outside. It’s a freakin’ cat, exactly like the other three you live with, ya moron. None of you are related to each other, all of you are effectively gender neutral, all of you peacefully coexist (most of the time) with the other cats in this house, so why is it that the sight of a cat who doesn’t live in this house turns all four of you into screeching, bottlebrush tailed maniacs?
And stop staring at the wall, while we’re on this subject. There’s nothing there. No spiders, bugs, shadows, stray wisps of hair, microscopic bits of lint, or fifth dimensional transport vortices. You are staring, long and intently, at paint. Dipshit.
[sub]I swear, they’re all brain damaged. It’s the only satisfactory answer.[/sub]
Do yours jump halfway up the way to chase the absolutely nothing they have been staring at for 10 minutes?
She also does that on the wood entertainment center and bookshelves but we determined that she is seeing a reflection in the polished surface there.
But the white painted wall?
How do I keep ending up with the insane cats?
Because, Arden Ranger , they are ALL insane. Or plotting against us. Or both. I can’t decide.
My previous cat was a Commander in the Unholy Army of the Evil Kitty Warlord. I just know it.
One of our current cats is some sort of General or something.
And I’m sure that my friends’ cat is a spy. He’s WAAAAYY too nice to me. Of course, I’ve always played with him since he was a kitten, but I still don’t trust him.
Okay, everyone, on the count of three, hold your cats up to the screens…
[sub]Meow mrrowr rawr meow yowl hiss meow OWNER meoww rowrr purr meyow yowr KILL mew mew mew…[/sub]
You humans didn’t see nothing, mind.
Skeezix:D
Funny that this should come up today! I adopted a new kitty a couple weeks ago; his name is Bubba, he’s 2 years old, and quite the big boy. He’s getting along famously with Marlin, the First Cat.
But starting last night, and reaching a fever pitch this morning, he was wandering around almost talking, he was so worked up over… something… then I realized he was watching… something… which he began chasing just when I was trying to hit the snooze button.
At first, I thought it was a bug. No, silly human, there was nothing there. After I got up, I stood in my bedroom doorway watching Bubba frantically leap around the room after… whatever it was. The chase concluded with him pouncing onto the bed, trapping “it” between his paws, and eating it.
Let me repeat, there was nothing there.
We have two cats. My wife and I have decided that they have one brain cell between them, which they trade back and forth as needed …
<Watching Sandy act insane.> I guess Smudge has the brain cell today.
My cat has perfected the ability to put her tail into my ear when she is on the back of any chair I’m in. I’ll be sitting there and tickle tickle. Furry tentacle right in the ear. Very disturbing. Also, she’ll put her paw on my head, claws slightly out, and start licking my head. Very odd. My girlfriend helpfully suggested that she (the cat) mistook it for her butt. So now I’m not owner, but “Cat-Ass’ Head?”
Sasha (the cat) will also toss in a meow to me if walking by my room. pad pad pad pad Meow *pad pad pad pad. She even looks in at me as she passes. It’s like she’s looking in a prisoner’s cell and making sure I’m where she left me.
Sam Hell: The licking is your cat’s attempts to groom you. Maybe she doesn’t think your hygene is up to snuff
Whenever I’m at my parents’ house, the cats will always give me a friendly meow the first time they see me.
When he was much younger, the older cat liked to sit on people’s butts. If one of us was lying on the rug watching TV, he would climb up onto your back and sit down on your butt, facing your feet. It must have seemed like a nice perch.
My co-workers must think I am insane.
Sitting here laughing at my computer.
These are so funny. My stories come no where near as good.
I was enjoying breakfast on a couch one morning. Behind the couch was a large window. The window lead into a courtyard that was littel more than a view of a fire escape. I had hung a bird feeder on it, but no birds ever came.
This morning I glanced up from my Raisin Bran ™ to see all three of my cats sitting intently on the coffee table.
Staring at me, or rather through me. I was very creepy. I made quick serach of my memory to figure out when last I had fed them.
Finally it occoured to me to look behind me and notice a bird at the feeder. THe first bid I had ever seen there.
Cats freak me out.
One of my cats is missing a back paw. So she sits kinda “funny” I’ve had people look at her when she’s seated and say “What is wrong with that cat!?”