No, 3 AM is the time to Fetch Toy and Drop it on Daddy. Or so my husband claims. One of our cats likes to play fetch, and will initiate a session by finding a toy and presenting it to a human. If this doesn’t work, he presents it again, sometimes dropping it in our laps. The funny thing is when my husband’s in his easy chair, and Charlie manages to drop the toy while bringing it to Bill. Bill will solemnly tell Charlie that he’s NOT gonna get up and get the toy, if Charlie wants to play, then he has to bring the toy up to Bill. And Charlie does it.
Snowboarder Bo, they always take a piece of your heart with them, don’t they?
On of my fuzzbutts has started watching TV. It’s not on or anything, but he’s always in front of it, staring intently. I think he’s just looking at his reflection, especially because he reacts when I walk past. But if I get home tonight and there’s static on the TV and I can hear distorted meowing coming out of it, I’m outta there.
You forgot to mention that I had to use fiberglass reinforced tape. And it will need replaced in a week or so.
But with the addition of Spartacus to the house I no longer have to bother with the paper shredder. I’ll just drop a pre-approved credit app on the floor and it will be confetti within 24 hours. Fortunately he seems to have given up on toilet paper as not being challenging enough.
Then there are the array of cat toys and shredded paper that wind up deposited in food bowls.
That reminded me of when Sparty made his own way into a big empty box. The lid was open but he refused to use that method to get in and out. Sparty ripped open a window-size hole in the top towards the corner of one side, and a big hole in another corner section on the bottom big enough for him to get in and out. Weird cat.
Miss Bella is the one who taught Sparty how fun it is to shred paper. She will steal napkins off your lap during dinner, she stole bows off presents, and she is also a mini- shredder.
Sparty also does the “wait for the invite and I’m going to meow until you invite me” kind of cat. The only thing he doesnt seem to wait for an invite on is when he hears me to in to the bathroom - he’ll dart in and jump into my lap.
Bubeleh, Mao’s mother, used to sit outside the shower and meow. Eventually she would jump up onto the bathtub edge and poke her head around and through the shower curtains. She’d stare at me and give me this weird little mewling. It was if she was looking at me, puzzled, and asking “what the hell are you doing just standing there with all that water falling on you? Are you insane???”
Bo, I remember that thread, I’m sorry to hear another one left, I know how much you cared for them.
So, insane?
Cuervo, the incredible rescue cat, loves a fire in the fireplace, especially how it smells. So much so that he’ll stick his nose in the metal screen over and over no matter how many times he gets stung. When he gets the Zooms, he often forgets just exactly where we put the walls and has occasionally just crashed into one. As a young kitten, he had a bizarre fascination with the yellow liquid stream that came from me in the washroom and often swatted at it. This usually caused me excessive laughter, which led to shaking and movement, which led to a mis-direction of said stream. Often on to him.
Meanwhile, Bear - aka: Shithead, aka: Lovey, aka: Loveybear, aka: Stupid - is a mass of bizarrity. His motto might be “Let no cat puke be left un-eaten”. I think his theory is that if it was food once, it still could be. Honest, all that’s usually left is to clean the stain, all the solids are gone if we give him some time.
During HIS Zooms, he has yet to learn the intricacy of running with claws on laminate fake hardwood floors w/o traction. Very Looney-Tunes to watch, even to listen to: run run run… scritchscritchscritch…bang!"
She will sneak into the bathroom and bite your butt if you’re not paying attention while you’re sitting on the ‘throne’.
She’s also not fond of being ignored. Once I was in the kitchen talking to my husband, holding a glass of wine. Sirius was chattering at my feet, then suddenly leapt up and wrapped her paws around my neck. When gravity started to take over, I managed to catch her by scooping her under the butt with my free arm. I think she was proud of me for catching her and not spilling a drop of wine. Later, I thought about encouraging this as a trick. She’s definitely willing but I thought of the lovely chest wounds that may result in failure and decided not to tempt fate.
Oh, and she’s an ex-feral cat who appeared out of the blue one day by leaping out of a lilac bush to lick my feet. She then marched into the house and never left it again.
Oh, my, I’d had forgotten that Molly used to do the “leap” at you thing, too! She loves to sit on shoulders, so if she was trying to get you to pick her up, you’d best do it, or you’d end up with scratches as she tried to launch for your shoulders anyway!
And another weird thing that Molly does–my cats are indoor/outdoor (yeah, I know, boo-hiss–whatever, I’ve weighed the risks and benefits and made my choice.) They like to play on the roof, which they get to by jumping from the top of the privacy fence. Molly will jump down to your shoulders from the roof, rather than go around the long way (back to the fence, and then the ground.) She started doing it with me, but now will mostly only do it for men, because they’re taller and have wider shoulders. Which was a most unpleasant surprise for the neighbor who came over to care for them while we were gone…he came over shirtless…he left slightly bloodied. :eek: :smack:
My cat Starlet is bizarre. She too gets the zooms aka 11pm Freakout where she’ll just race from one end of the house to the other, repeatedly. She’s a tiny little animal (under 6lbs fully grown) but quite the bundle o’ energy. About half the house has hardwood floors or linoleum and then there’s a long stretch of TV room/stairs/upstairs bedroom that are carpeted so I hear:
Scratchscratchscratch(legs getting up to speed on slippery floor)
patterpatterpatterthump (leaps up and over sofa)
patterpatterpatterwhoosh (leaps down stairs into TV room where I’m sitting).
thumpthumpthump (gains traction on carpet, accelerates into hard 90 degree left onto the stairs going up to my bedroom)
thumpthumpthump (up the stairs) Unnerving silence
MEOW! Silence
Repeat in reverse order, then begin cycle again. In my head I hear the noise of a motorcycle flying by when she goes through the room, rrrrrRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWWwwwwrrrr.
She likes to be near people but is not big on being held or patted so she’ll follow you from room to room. Except for her food room where she turns into a little puddle of attention-monger, lying on her back purring up a storm awaiting tummy rubs. She will simply not do that in any other room.
Lately she’s taken to sitting on my computer desk beside the keyboard while I’m browsing. That’s fine except that she always (always) sits right beside my mouse with her tail curled around the side so that it rests on the scroll wheel. Whenever I try and scroll (or move the mouse at all) it snags hair, she twitches her tail, gives me a WTF look and then puts her tail right back there. She won’t move or curl her tail around her feet the other way.
For a cat, my cat Buddy is actually not really that insane.
He’s on a very regular schedule: 6:30am, breakfast. Starts swatting at my head and meowing. I get up and feed him and clean the LB. Then I go to work and he sleeps all day (I guess, I’m not there).
I come back in the evening, he jumps on my lap for kitten love time, about 30 minutes. Then he gets dinner, about 6:00pm. Sometimes later, depending on when I get home. Buddy is pretty tolerant about these things.
Then he sleeps on the floor while I go online and stuff.
Then around 10pm or so I get ready for bed. I get in bed and go, “Buddy, sweetie! Bedtime!” He comes in the bedroom and jumps on the bed and we both go to sleep. Well, okay, I have to pet him first. We generally both fall asleep together.
He honestly doesn’t do anything too insane, which is making me question whether or not he is actually really a cat. But of course he could go nuts any day, that’s what keeps things interesting!
Buddy is the true love of my life. I got him last February right after losing my other cat. He is the most gentle, sweet cat I have ever met. He goes to my parents’ house to live as well when I have to go out of town. My folks love him too. Everybody loves Buddy!
Seeing as Sirius was male AND a dog I think she was trying to kill you. Beware you may wake some morn with her sitting on your chest sucking your life away.
Our Simon (a huge orange tabby) licks drywall. Well, it has to be painted, but then he’ll lick it, usually at about 0400. He doesn’t lick the shower walls for the moisture; he licks painted drywall (and plaster).
It’s incredibly LOUD.
He also follows me around the house, like a dog. One reason I got a cat was because I hate being followed around the house… :rolleyes:
Yeah, we have hardwood floors and linoleum in more than half of our house, too. Our living room had been carpeted, and we decided that it was time for that old stuff to go. So, we pulled up the ragged carpeting…to find a beautiful hardwood floor. We promptly ditched our plans to recarpet.
Not only does the hardwood floor look gorgeous, it’s vastly entertaining. The cats were used to getting a lot of traction from the carpet, but now…it’s “skittleskittleskittle”. One cat never did get the hang of running on the wood. And we’re amused when the cats Zoom in the den and kitchen, because if they don’t turn at the right moment, they’ll bang their furry little brains out against the washer or dryer.
My cat and my daughter’s cat both have to keep an eye on their moms while we shower. I always leave the door open a couple of inches, and usually when I get out of the shower my meezer girl is sitting on the throne (we always put the lid down) watching me, I guess to make sure that I don’t dissolve down the drain. My daughter’s cat kicks up such a fuss that she’ll tell him that she’s gonna take a shower, and he goes into the bathroom to Lurk under the sink.
All my cats have at least one crazy/weird thing about them.
Are newest cat, Aura, that we inherited when my ex-husband passed away likes to sit on the fridge or the pantry cupboard and stab you in the top of the head as you walk by.
Ironically, when she was a kitten she would perch on my chest while I was sleeping. If I yawned, she’d quickly stick her paw into my mouth. (UGH!) I was grateful when she grew out of that habit. She’ll still stare intently at my face every once in a while and if I open my mouth, she’ll poke her face in there to check things out.
She was named by my husband who was going through a Harry Potter phase. I also have a Lucius.
