When Moki wants me to throw something, she’ll have it in her mouth, and in one motion jump up and set it next to me. Lately she occasionally forgets the “have something” step. She’ll jump down and sit just out of sight waiting, while I’m squirming around, feeling for a nonexistent toy.
I can picture that. Moki is a jokester.
My Lon Chaney, Jr. wants me to throw toys but he rarely remembers to bring them back for another throw after he has pounced all over them. His mother, Mercedes, likes to bring them back and drop them just out of my reach and start meowing. It’s like saying, “If you truly love me, you’ll make the effort.”
I got these chew sticks for Cygnus that he likes, both to chew on and fling around. Sometimes he’ll really get into it, and in one fluid maneuver, he’ll:
- Leap toward my desk with the stick in his mouth
- Release the stick so that it continues its trajectory toward the spot between my keyboard and monitor
- Jump off the armrest to alter his own trajectory
- Pounce on said chew stick
All while I’m, you know, trying to work. Usually with a full coffee next to me, which thankfully he hasn’t managed to tip over yet.
I’d put this up to a lucky break, but he’s done it several times now.
Our boy Vash loves spring cat toys, and will play fetch, carrying them back in his mouth and dropping them near the human to get them thrown again.
Isn’t there some sort of rule about cat threads…?
Moki:
Vash, innocently asleep:
Mine fetches the laser pointer. I don’t throw it, but if he happens to see it siting on the kitchen counter, he’ll pick it up and drop it on my lap.
And then wait anxiously for me to point the thing.
Does he react to the click of the button?
There’s a small key chain attached to the laser (I don’t have any keys on it). It’s the clinging of the chain that he associates with the red dot he so desperately wants to kill.
Looks like Scratchy.
You obviously haven’t understood the cat’s training. Now that you have been shown what you’re supposed to do, it is also your job to go find the toy and throw it. Jeez, does the cat have to do everything?
Cats are experts at training people. Our cat would go out the front cat door, only to run around to the back and scratch on the big door to be let in. Then she would do it again and again, just to make sure we knew our doorman job. There was also a cat door on the big back door, but that was just not what she wanted. She wanted us to open the big door for her (other than the times when she would stand half in and half out until hell froze over so you couldn’t close the door).
Two of my cats do something similar to @fordgt100’s. My bathroom has two doors, one that leads to the bedroom and one that leads to the living room. So it is possible to walk a circular route, from the living room into the office into the bedroom into the bathroom back into into the living room … you get the idea.
When I’m in the bathroom I tend to close the door that leads to the living room, as the LR has a big picture window. But I leave the bedroom door open.
Two of my cats like to come into the bathroom and demand that I open the door to the living room and let them out. You know what they do next: they walk the circular path, reappear in the bathroom, and scratch to be let out again.
The other day, one of the cats did this 5 times in a row.
My sister’s late cat loved playing fetch. He’d bring you the ball, you’d throw it down the basement stairs and he’d race after it, capture it and bring it back to you. He had no use for me unless I was the only one home and he wanted to play. I think about 15 minutes of this was my record before I got tired of walking over to the basement and throwing it down the stairs.
Oops, here is the obligatory photo. Dmitri on left, Finn on right. Both like to play 'Round the House Through the Bathroom Door, but it was Dmitri who did it five times the other day.
Those be gorgeous kitties! You are a person rich in feline perfection.
Poor Finn isn’t perfect as he has severe cataracts from Little Fire Ants - I adopted him from the shelter when he was about 2 years old because I took one look at him and said, “poor guy, no one is going to adopt an adult cat that’s practically blind (well no one but me).” He has rewarded me richly with love and gentleness.
And here’s another picture, because I can.
