Last summer, a cat adopted me. She came in one night through the dog doors, and never left. Being a nice cat, I decided to feed her and named her Theadora, Teddy for short. She’s been nice for several months. However, in the past month or so, she’s exhibiting some strange behavior.
My SO first noticed it. I have a knit blanket I keep in the living room for cold nights. He noticed that he’d fold the blanket and put it behind the couch, and in the morning it’d be on the other side of the couch. I dismissed this, and told him that I probably used the blanket and didn’t put it away. He looked uneasy, but dropped the subject.
About a week after that, we came home after spending the weekend at a friend’s cabin. The blanket was smack dab in the middle of the kitchen floor. I’m fairly certain I didn’t leave it there.
Fast forward to last night. SO is away on a business trip. I’m in bed reading at about 10:30. Me and first cat (Ardy, the non-possessed cat) both perk up after hearing some strange sounds coming from downstairs. We listen for a few minutes. It’s Teddy, yowling like a banshee. It keeps up for about ten minutes. In the morning, I find my sweater-jacket thingy that I left in the closet last night on the floor outside my bedroom.
What gives? Why would a cat carry such things about the house? The blanket is fairly heavy - I’m surprised she can even move it. And carrying my jacket from the closet downstairs to my bedroom door? Any one else’s cat do such things?
Your cat is a weirdo. She’s not “great with kitten”, is she? You know, in the family way? She may be doing some kind of cat nesting ritual.
If not, then I have no idea, maybe she just likes soft blankie-things. I have a cat that loves to fetch tennis balls. Cats just do wierd things sometimes, so it could just be a personality quirk.
Maybe the cat thinks you are cold…who knows though. My cat insists on sleeping wherever I sleep. It doesn’t matter if I fall asleep on the couch, in my bed, or sometimes when I fall asleep in one of my children’s beds, she always insists on being right there next to me. But only me. She doesn’t do this with my hubby or any of the kids. I guess she knows which one is in charge of feeding her
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No use figuring the feline mind. I had a tabby tom that loved one of my socks. I mean he really loved this sock and only that specific one. He didn’t care about the other sock of that pair nor any other sock of mine clean or dirty. He’d stand on it with his front paws and pull it with his teeth. When I had him neutered he lost all interest in it.
My Jesus fish can beat up your Darwin fish but forgives it instead.
Damn! She BETTER NOT BE PREGNANT! I was under the assumption she was fixed… don’t know why I was under that assumption, but I was. Michelle?!? Help! How do I tell if my cat is a) pregnant or b) fixed.
I’ve had her for about six months… she doesn’t yowl all the time, in fact, I’ve had other cats who’ve yowled more, so I don’t think she’s in heat. She’s a domestic long hair. I think I may have seen a scar where she was fixed, but I guess I’ll check again.
One of my cats does a similar thing. She loves to hunt but during the winter its too cold for her so she hunts inside the house. Each night she goes into one of my daughter’s bedrooms and “pounces” on her victim - a stuffed animal - and then drags it downstairs to offer it to me as a gift. Sometimes she’ll sit at the bottom of the stairs and cry until one of us gets up and pats her head and tells her what a good kitty she is. Some evenings she will bring quite a few stuffed animals down before she is done for the night and in the morning I find a pile of toys. She even does this during the day if she is left alone too long. When I walk into the house its like being in “The Toy Story” movie …when the people come in the room all the toys drop in their place.
I’m guessing the cat is allowed out of doors? Because if she were an indoor cat, she couldn’t get preggers.
Cat gestation usually lasts around 63 days. Your vet may be able to palpate fetuses if she is far enough along. You can also look at the cat’s nipples and see if they are swollen.
The behaviors you describe don’t have to be pregnancy related. It probably doesn’t mean anything. If she IS pregnant, well, good luck!
Ah Studi, let go of your anger and play nice with the kitty. It does not make you more of a man to hate cats. A real man is strong enough to be gentle.
My Jesus fish can beat up your Darwin fish but forgives it instead.
Unless it’s head turns around and around, it’s just a unpossessed cat.
Nutering does’nt always stop the I’m horney yeowling.
Barf or dead thing in front of the bedroom door is much worse than a sweater.
Do snakes ever come in through the pet door? Do any of the neighbors own pythons? A plumber found a python in a motel toilet once in town. The room next door was occupied by it’s owner.
I’m only your wildest fear, from the corners of your darkest thoughts.
in fact, on my locker at school, I have a picture of a little kitten. That way, I can ask people if they like my pussy, or, when not at my locker, if they want to see my pussy.
Athena, I know how you feel. My sister had (currently lives with the parents) a Siamese kitty. Had one batch of kittens, then got her fixed. (Does that mean they’re broken beforehand?)
She was real big on bringing dead things and leaving them for us. One year she decided bats were just the thing. She must have left a dead bat on the porch every morning one summer. She’d bring things, yowling until getting our attention, then drop it and move off.
One time she managed to get a dead bat into the house and leave it on the floor. Someone opened the door and didn’t look too closely to see she had something in her mouth.
“All typical cat stuff, specially from a momma cat,” you say.
Then she got old. Got to where hunting down those fast moving varmits was too much work. One day we found her bringing socks. Not just any socks - clean, folded, paired socks. From my dad’s sock drawer in his bedroom (can’t leave the drawer closed, can he?). If you didn’t pay attention to her, she’d clean the drawer out and bring every pair in and pile them in the middle of the floor. Then yowl like the end of the world.
One day we had company and she walked into the living room with a pair of underwear in her mouth. What a fun kitty.
She’ll be twenty years old this year. Had a few bad bouts lately, but is still hanging in there. Occasionally if she’s in one room and everyone is in other rooms, she’ll start yowling like she’s lost. Poor kitty.
After a careful inspection last night, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no idea whether or not cat is fixed. I believe she is, because she’s definitely declawed. I can’t imagine someone going through the trouble of declawing a cat, but not fixing her. But I could be wrong, so I guess a trip to the vet is in order. I’ve been meaning to do that anyway in order to get her the necessary shots.
This morning, my sweater was only halfway up the stairs. Blanket was not moved.
