I have got a 1.5 year old neutered tom. He was rescued in the middle of a major storm by my husband. A year and a half on, he’s a strange BIG cat. But how many cats have a first name and a last name? Spotty McGotty certainly does!
He likes:
showering with us (he has his own towel and he loves to be dried off)
having his ears pulled (he pooh poohs a nice pat… PULL MY EARS!) We’ve taken him to the vet twice, and she said he just likes it, and there’s nothing in or around or wrong with his ears
he sleeps on his back like a big dork cat AND he snores.
hat does your cat do that leaves you all “that’s so cute!” and “omg you are a strange little man!” all at once?
I don’t have a cat, but I cat-sit for a girl named Piggy a few months ago.
She didn’t seem interested in eating when no one was home, and she wanted to be with me when I was there. So when I got there every night I would lie down on the floor next to her dish. Piggy would eat a few bites, then walk/rub around my entire body, then eat some more and repeat the ritual.
It was way cute, and soothing for both of us.
Apparently I spoiled her, tho. When her owners went out of town again for just the weekend, they asked the new sitter (my SIL) to do the same thing. She declined!
My Eddie* (sorry no pictures as he lives overseas and I haven’t really been in touch with him since digital cameras became cheap and popular) used to absolutely love my wife’s make-up application pads. He’d get into the bathroom cupboard, find the make-up bag, open the zipper, and steal a pad, running off with it to a secluded place where he’d munch on it until we managed to get it off him.
*A keen climber as a kitten, he was named after Sir Ed Hillary.
Ariel the Wondercat has some very strange food preferences. She’ll come dashing from the other side of the house if she hears a can opener, because there’s a very good chance that there might be corn or chickpeas in that can.
Yes. Corn and chickpeas. I mean, the crazy dance for tuna I totally get, but she gets twice as worked up over canned corn.
Morgan the Wise likes being spanked. Though from talking to other cat owners, that’s not particularly odd… apparently a lot of cats like it rough.
Eddie prefers to sit on my lap if I sit cross-legged. He will leap over the arm of my office chair and collapse into a huge 15-pound curled up ball of a cat with his legs mooshing my belly–all in one move. Very strange but now that it’s getting colder, it’s also nice to have a heater like that.
Whenever my cat, Lilo, sees me heading for the bathroom, she beats me there and leaps (which says a lot because her nickname is “More to Love Lilo”) into the bathtub. She hopes I will turn the water on just slightly so she can catch the drops on her paw and lick them off.
I once had a cat who would go crazy for cantaloupe or honeydew melon. She also liked black olives.
My cat Gracie (link to photo) likes to coax me into the bathtub, simply so I can give her a good hard pet/scratch/darn-near massage while she chews on the metal lifter-thingie that controls the tub’s drain. Yes, there are tooth-marks on the metal from her. It is an obsession I am completely incapable of understanding and yet I am roped into constantly. She loves hanging around the tub and licking water off the walls and such, but this other thing is completely separate from that. I find her at the top of the stairs trying to lead me into the bathroom for some ‘tub Lovin’…why couldn’t she be Angelina Jolie or at the very least human?? :smack:
We discovered a new one just recently for Sasha. We’ve always known she likes her water to be as cold as possible, and so we didn’t think much of the fact that she loves to lick the condensation from the outside of a glass of a cold drink. What we didn’t know was that it wasn’t just the water she was after. While drinking some wine, she jumped on my lap and, as usual, got interested in what I was holding. I figured it didn’t hurt to let her have a sniff, particularly as it was red wine and therefore no condensation for her to lick. However, after a quick sniff, she started to try to chew through the base of the glass and the stem! I’m not sure what it was she liked about doing that, but I’ve never heard her purr so loud.
All three cats like to sit in my boyfriend’s pants. (Not the ones he’s wearing, the ones on the floor.) On the rare occasion that his day-old pants are not on the floor, Edison will settle for one of his socks. Sometimes they fight over who gets the pants, and sometimes they grudgingly share them.
And of course Dewey fetches sticks. He only gets to do it now when the others aren’t around because they steal them from him, but if he’s alone with you he’ll play fetch for hours.
My cat Joey likes to sleep between my boobs and my cat Oliver chases his tail and bites his nails. I will be back with pictures in a bit but right now my connection is full of suckage and it wont let me.
My cat also likes to shower. He’ll howl until I hold the shower head within his reach so he can lick the spray.
Like many cats, he likes to play with milk jug rings. The weird thing is, he knows when I have taken an unopened gallon of milk out of the fridge. He comes running from wherever he is to beg for the ring.
His favorite food is green leafy vegetables. He even has a special meow that sounds like a mournful, “Mama!” when he wants some veggies.
He also likes mints. I discovered this one night when I had an open tin of mints next to me on the desk and he came over and started licking all over them! Now he gets his own mint to lick and bat around.
Odd thing. Hm. My girl cat (RIP) liked spider webs. One spider web in particular. Every morning she would do her best to eat it, and every morning it would be rebuilt for her.
I found out one dark, foggy morning it belonged to a huge-ass Black Widow.
Probably should have included a response to the OP, huh?
One of my cat’s odd little habits is that, while she loves to spend any time sitting/sleeping on my bed - what she prefers is to sit/sleep on something that is already on the bed.
One of my dirty shirts on the bed? That’s what she’ll sleep on.
A piece of paper? It doesn’t even look comfortable, but that’s what she’ll sit on.
A single sock. A plastic bag from a store. Inside an Amazon delivery box that happens to have been thrown there. I once picked her up off the bed to discover a single errant clothes peg underneath her. Another time, I was looking for my keys and what do you know- I’d thrown them onto my otherwise empty bed and she’d been sleeping on them like a dragon on it’s golden hoard.
If there is one single thing of any kind on my bed - she will curl up on it.
