Baby bunny bewbie bumper.
Baby bunny bewbie bumper.
Baby bunny bewbie bumper.
damned furball just grabbed the last whole scoops corn chip out of my bowl of crunchies that was with my lunch salad while I was getting another glass of water =(
I’m gimping back to my desk and i hear little crunching noises 
One of our former cats used to do that with my wife. Whenever she was eating in the living room (which we did quite frequently) he would jump up onto the arm of her chair and start pawing at her food. He would even reach over and try to pull her fork away from her mouth.
Our dog does this. We’ll be sitting at the kitchen table, and Angel is just tall enough to reach up and take stuff off of our plates.
She also thinks she’s a parrot. For some reason, she loves to climb up on our shoulders. She’s still a puppy, but she’s a good medium size - part blue heeler, part hound, according to the shelter - and she’s rather heavy for shoulder sitting.
Of my four cats, only one begs. He usually has OK manners about it, unless I have shrimp. He absolutely cannot control himself when there’s shrimp involved. Under normal circumstances, he positions himself between my feet and patiently waits for something to be dropped (which happens once in a blue moon). With shrimp, he will climb up as near to my shoulder as he can get - and then snatch it right from my hand! It’s only happened a couple of times, but he looks as surprised that he did it as I do.
Lucy is the sweetest cat ever, in some ways better than my previous cats were (which is saying a lot, for me). If we’re in the kitchen, she will hop on the table and watch. No big deal, we use the table for our computer. She wants to see everything we’re doing, but will not eat any table food. Whenever she hears a car pull into the driveway, she hops into the window above the sink and meow greetings. Her only “issue” is string. I had to quit wearing my favorite yoga type pants, as she would go nuts and attack the ties. She also tries to steal all my embroidery floss. In the morning, she’ll nudge my armpit until I put my arm out. She’ll then curl up, paws on my shoulder, butt in my armpit, purring away.
A week ago, we brought home the terrorists, sister 8 week old kittens. They have no manners. To keep each other out of the food, they will stand in the little bowl, throw the kibble (or even the wet food in glops) onto the floor and then eat.
I changed their water bowl today - went from a small one that I refilled two to three times a day to one large bowl. I’m sitting in the living room - glanced towards the kitchen. I had a large puddle of water on my floor. Dried it up, didn’t think much about it. Then I watched Mayme (terrorist #1) go to the bowl… she slapped her paws into the bowl, took a drink, slapped her paws, took a drink. The area around the bowl was wet, but no lake. Dot (terrorist #2) decided she was thirsty, as they can’t do anything apart.
She hopped into the bowl and kicked water out with her back paws.
They’re back to the little bowl.
Last night was the first night I let them into my room. I had wanted to keep it a place for Lucy to get away from them (she’s still not a very happy camper about their presence). Too bad Dot figured out how to limb the baby gate. I figured it wouldn’t be too hellish if I let them in, after all they’d be able to jump the gate eventually.
I’ve been up since 4am, when they decided to play tag. Across my face.
Like many others, my cat Rosie loves to drink out of glasses. She’s not very good at it though, so it often results in a spill. I have just stopped leaving glasses unattended.
My ex-husband, however, had to have a glass of water on the nightstand every night. Of course, Rosie loved that. One evening, we were laying in bed chatting and Rosie ambled over to his water and started drinking. He starts complaining about how it’s not her water, get her own water, why do I have to share, etc. I said, “She’s just having a little. What can it hurt?”. At that exact moment, Rosie sneezes directly into his water! The force of it blew water all over the nightstand. We both cracked up. Her timing was perfection.
I scared the cats laughing at that one.
My cat goes absolutely batshit over mint. I never realized how crazy it made her until I rubbed some icy hot on my ankles and calves. Oh my god, I was seriously afraid of her. I could not make her stop licking/biting me. I kicked at her and tried to push her away, but not enough to hurt her, and it didn’t even daunt her. Finally, I had to lock her in her bedroom until I could wash off some of the smell.
Every morning I eat a bowl of cereal and Tara sits on the floor and stares at me. She will not budge from her spot on the carpet, she won’t even look away. Nothing will distract her until she’s had her milk. She also enjoys chips of all varieties, especially Doritos, and she’s not shy about sticking her head right into the bag. But she goes REALLY nutso for pork rinds. She will chase my husband through the apartment if she hears the bag.
She also has the tendency to play “Let’s Trip and Murder the Giants.” She’ll get right in front of our feet and then roll onto her back, doing her best to trip us. Of course she acts all indignant and angry when we actually step on her or trip on her because we didn’t see her.
I have to shut her in her room when the maintenance guy is over. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing or where, she gets under his feet and in his face until she feels she’s been properly attended to.
Sometimes, after my husband goes to work, she gets lonely and sits in the hallway calling for him. She’s very, very vocal. Sometimes if I call her into the bedroom, she’ll go to sleep on the bed, but sometimes she just ignores me because she’s waiting for DH.
She hates styrofoam. If there’s any packing peanuts on the floor, she’ll yell at it and pounce on it and generally be angry for the rest of the night.
At night, she’ll be especially needy and cuddle with my husband when he goes to bed. If she’s too annoying, he’ll carry into the living room. As soon as he sets her down, she races down the hall, often getting back to the bed before he’s even in the room. Sometimes she trips him on the way b/c she darts through his feet.
If you’re paying bills, reading something, or generally rustling paper she wants to be involved. She “helps” by sitting right in the middle of it, hitting it, rubbing against it, etc.
Sometimes she will sit on the floor next to the couch and yell at me until I snap my fingers and nicely invite her up. Other times, she’ll just jump on my chest without warning and push her face in mind until I obediently pet her face.
She used to spend all night sleeping on my chest until I got my CPAP and she decided the sound was too scary.
All the cats we have seem to have an insatiable desire for cheese. Any time anybody is making anything with cheese, guaranteed all our cats will come and try to steal as much as they can.
Another thing one of my cats does is a bit disgusting. So sorry if you don’t want to read about this.
I went to the toilet for a pee. I’m a guy, so I pee standing up. Anyway, I’m peeing, and I hear the door open. I look down and there’s my cat looking up at me. Apparently what I’m doing is fascinating, because he jumps up so he’s standing on the edge of the toilet, and he starts sniffing my stream of pee.
So I aim further to the left not wanting him to get hit, and he keeps walking around the rim till I can’t aim any further to the left, all the time following my stream, sniffing at it. But because the toilet is round, he’s walked around the edge of the toilet and is now standing under my stream!
My bladder is only so big. There’s only so long I can keep the pressure up. It’s not like when you stop peeing, it stops instantly. There’s half a second where the stream reduces and drops short.
So yeah, I had no choice, I peed on my cat =X
He runs a mile if he gets the slightest bit of water on him, yet seems to not mind getting peed on. A very strange cat.
I talked to my dad later, and my cat had done the same with him too.
Sorry for the yukkyness.
That’s hilarious!
The silliest thing my dog (Reese) does is think that his “brother’s” (Delmar) food must be better than his. It doesn’t matter if we put the same thing in it. Reese, will sneak out at night and get into Delmar’s bowl.
I can guess why it happened–we have to give Delmar softer food because he has had tooth problems (common in chihuahuas). That’s why they had separate bowls to begin with. But we’ve often given him the same stuff, but he doesn’t want it.
The most annoying thing they’ve learned is that if they scratch at the door long enough (Delmar) or run straight at it (Reese), they can get it open and get into bed with us. Then again, it’s not like we can sleep if we did something to keep them completely trapped out: there’s no place in our house where you can’t hear everything that’s going on. And they are going to whine.
Did anyone else think this thread was gonna be about kids drinking adults’ alcoholic beverages? 
/raises hand
Catnip is a member of the mint family, so I suspect that’s why various cats love mint as well.
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What the HELL is it with the kitty box door? Just go IN, go potty, come back out, the door doesn’t need to be tortured for 15 minutes after you go! Is it some sort of victory dance? Protest of the door? (sorry, we have somewhat less private quarters for you now, no more laundry room, if the box is in the bathroom, it WILL have a door, that is all), mere fun? What?
Whatever it is, STOP! Especially at 3am.
Yup, I did too.
Whenever I’m working at my home P.C., Captain likes to nap atop the printer/copier. Once he’s settled in, the copier flashes the message ORIGINAL LOADED.
My Christmas tree used to have a theme of apples and cardinals. Now it’s just apples. The aptly named Monkey took out every cardinal on the tree.
All the cats enjoy the Christmas tree, although the others are not as acrobatic as Monkey. The bottom limbs of my tree are always devoid of ornaments.