Grr. Just this morning, I found Tee curled up asleep in the clean bowl I had set out on the buffet for mashed potatoes for tonight’s Thanksgiving dinner.
Oh yeah, well check out this turkey!
My college GF and I came home one time to find her cat had gotten into the trash and stuck his head into an empty can of clam chowder. It was both pathetic and hilarious to see him watch him wandering around with the soup can on his head, walking into things.
Gorwing up in a semi-rural area, I would have to drive about fifteen miles to go shopping. One day I drove to town to go to Wal-mart and when I get out of the store there’s a strange man hanging around my car. I approached cautiously, and he said,
“I hear a cat meowing in your car.”
I listen, and sure enough there’s kitty mewing coming from under the hood. I popped the hood and found a little kitten wedged near the engine. I recognized it as one from litter of a stray barn cat near home. Poor little kitty was filthy and freaked out and not used to humans. I have no idea how it survived that fifteen mile trip, but kitty was uninjured.
So kitty goes in the car with me for the ride home. As I’m driving home, baby kitty crawls around the floorboards and proceeds to crawl up under the passenger side dash. I pulled over to extract the kitty, but I couldn’t find it - I could only hear mewing. Being a dumb teenager, I didn’t know what else to do put drive carefully to the mechanic.
The mechanic was dumbfounded and ended up having to remove my entire dashboard to get the kitten out of the air conditioner vents! He then found a box to safely contain the kitty.
We named it Kitty With a Death Wish and made sure it went to a good home. My dashboard never stopped rattling and now I always check under the car for kitty stowaways.
JayElle, I think I must know who ended up with your cat. I used to know a guy who had a cat that would ride around on the gas tank of his pick up truck! He’d have to whap the hood of his truck before he went any place, so if the cat was curled up in the engine compartment, it’d get out of there, and climb on top of the gas tank. If, while he was out, the cat got tired of being in the truck, it’d get out, and sit by his truck until he came out and got in to leave. Then the cat would race under the truck, and climb on the gas tank. He couldn’t get the cat to ride inside the truck, no matter how he tried.
One of our cats used to sit on the cable converter. The TV was in the family room in the basement and was usually cool, and the converter was toasty warm, so the attraction was obvious. Even more annoying than the non-working remote when her tail draped over the sensor was when she would sit on one of the manual channel change buttons and the TV would suddenly start channel-surfing.
Way back a long time ago, I had a little light brown kitten named Blondie. One day Blondie went missing. I was convinced she couldn’t have gotten out of the house, so I set about putting little bowls of tuna around the house in an attempt to lure her out. After I set out four or five bowls, I went to sit down on the couch. I moved a throw pillow out of the way and there she was. :smack:
Then there was the time even farther back than that. I don’t even think I was in kindergarten yet. I was having trouble sleeping, so I went to go sleep on the living room floor. When I woke up, it turned out that our cat had had kittens in my bed.
We’re always finding our girl, Meep, in weird places, including:
- my laundry box (that’s one of her favorite places)
- the chimney (good thing she’s gray, but she didn’t like the bath she got afterward.)
- the spouse’s hockey pants (He’d gotten a new pair so he left them on the chair in the living room, and next thing we knew they’d sprouted a Meep).
ACK! Of all the pics posted here why did I have to click on that one? That’s just creepy, I’m going to have nightmares now. 
Not a happy story, sorry folks. But the three little white kittens my family acquired when I was a kid were stupidest animals to ever walk the face of the earth. They liked to sleep in two places: on top of the car’s front wheel (warm) or on the white line in the middle of the road (warm but not too hot, I guess) outside the property. All three were killed within weeks, unsurprisingly.
Similar thing happened to my coworker. His girlfriends cat had crawled up on top of his transmission. He heard it meowing and tried to get it out but he couldn’t reach it. So after 10 minutes he gave up and just drove to work. He was going to be late apparently. He expected the cat to have surely fallen off during the 30min drive to work but it hadn’t. It took us another 30mins before we could grab the little sucker out.
Perhaps they were not stupid, just deaf? White cats with two blue eyes are often deaf, if that were the case they wouldn’t hear someone get into the car and run out before the engine starts nor would they hear the car approaching them in the road. My most recent aquisition is a white kitten with blue eyes and she’s deaf as a post and will be living indoors.
When my daughter was around 5-6 years old, one of our cats would usually sleep with her. It was interesting to watch them - my daughter would be sleeping on her stomach with Tabitha curled up in the small of her back, then she would roll over and the cat would slide off without neither of them even twitching an ear. Or Tabitha would be lying between her legs and would ride up and down as the legs changed places under the covers, again without any reaction from the sleeping cat.
This girl, peeking out from the middle of my laundry, was originally fished out of the engine compartment of a Cadillac by some friends of mine. She’s taken to much safer residences since then.
A couple of weekends ago I had to retrieve this little one from where she had fallen between the chest freezer and the wall. Poor thing was jammed in like a cork and wailing piteously. She also has a habit of crawling in open drawers then into the space behind them. I can’t close a drawer without first checking to see where she is.
I guess you wouldn’t count as an odd place someone else’s house?
I had a cat that ran away. We went to a friend’s sister’s house, about a mile away and found him living there, happy and fat. We left the turncoat!!
That’s not odd, it’s unfortunate.
In the Sixties we lived in Hermosa Beach, CA. We had a young cat named Archie when we moved several blocks away. We couldn’t find him at the new house, but my Mom and stepfather went back to the old house to get some stuff, and there he was! He had crossed a busy street–Pacific Coast Highway–and walked several blocks back to our old house. I wonder what he might have thought when they came and saw him there…
Our cat Lestat used to go up into the suspended ceiling in the kitchen. We saw this large bulge in one of the tiles when we were looking for her. The Hubster poked the bulge with a broom handle, and to our surprise and delight, down fell Lestat into a pile of clothes on the floor. I’ve never seen such a startled look as she flailed her paws on the way down. Definately would have qualified for a Funniest Video.
Why did you name her “Lestat”? Perhaps she didn’t like the name and went up into the ceiling to sulk. 
She was black with two white “fangs” of fur at her mouth. We named her brother Akasha. They were quite a pair. We also have another named Armand. 