One of our cats likes closed doors. To the point that if there is one open, he will close it. Doesn’t matter if he just locked himself in the bedroom for the next 8 hours, since nobody’s home to open it again for him.
Just now he closed the front door <which is open 'cause it’s nice out>, and when I opened that and sat back down, he wandered down the hall and into the bedroom and again closed himself in. Were he teenaged, I’d wonder just what he needs all that privacy for! (Rather, I wouldn’t wonder…)
I think the perfect house for him would be one with cat-doors in every. single. room. of. the. house. :smack:
Sugar Magnolia gives kisses. I mean, if this cat can reach your face she will kiss you on the mouth for as long as you’ll hold still for it. If I turn my mouth away, she’ll lick my cheek. I’ll never have to pay for dermabrasion.
Mr. Spock a/k/a FatBoy sits up on his island sized butt and begs. But not just at people - he’s been known to beg the ceiling fan and a hockey jersey to come pet him. If they ever do, I’m leaving.
My cat (a rescue) won’t sit on my lap but he’ll stand perpendicular to me in the chair or couch, then squat down a little and rest his butt on my thigh (or better yet my laptop). I guess that’s as close as it’s gonna get.
Mayme: Also must close the front door. Preferrably when her sister is sitting in the doorway. All toys must swim - feather on a stick? Stuffed mouse? Catnip pillow? Into the waterbowl. At night she drowns them and brings them to bed. Nothing like being woken up by a sopping wet toy dropped on your face. If you catch her dragging a toy towards the kitchen, she will drop it, lay on top of it, and stare at you until you look away. The second you do? Off she goes to the dish.
Dot: Her sister. Her claim to fame is if you ask her to “be pretty”, she’ll lay on her back, folding her front and back paws. If you say “wiggle wiggle”, she’ll wiggle her skinny little tushie. Every night, around 730, she’ll sit in front of the fridge, chirping. It’s ice cream time. Every night she gets about a tablespoon of vanilla ice cream - 10 minutes later she will walk around the house, purring.
Lucy: The Grand Dame. Before we brought home the terrors, she was much more playful. Her “thing” is my pillow. After breakfast she curls up against my pillow. If I move my pillow or put it under the blankets, she will paw at it until it’s “right”.
If my dog sees the neighbor dog outside, she runs back to the door and barks to come in.
The neighbor dog is a 10-lb terrier and Dolly is a 90-lb golden retriever. The neighbor dog hardly says a word to Dolly, and is outside of Dolly’s fence. But the neighbors usually have to yell to get their dog to come in (as anyone would) and Dolly thinks they are yelling at her and it scares her so now any time she sees that little dog she freaks out and begs to come in.
If we’re laying in bed, Spoon the pug will hop on top of my bf’s pillows, put a paw on either side of his head and lick my bf’s head for 5 minutes or so while watching TV. (Oh, and look out if there’s a horse or dog on TV as he will run up to it to let us all know).
Maggie the Olde English bulldog doesn’t care for the barking Spoon makes so she’ll put her heavy paw on him until he stops.
Nebula our golden is a champion bug hunter. In the summer when the doors are open she will room the house looking for bugs. When she finds one - even the tiniest one - on the ceiling or a wall she will sit and stare at it until we come with a fly swatter to knock it down for her to gobble up. If it is flying she will try to jump up and catch it in the air. And often succeeds. We don’t have to worry about her vision, at least.
She has some bones she likes to chew on, but she will usually bring them to us to pull out of her mouth and then throw so she can retrieve it. After a few rounds of this the bone will be recharged enough to chew on.
I haven’t been a cat’s person long enough to know how odd this is (if at all), but if my wife and I are sitting on the couch together, Bertram will generally come plop down on the lap or chest of one of us, and then reach out a paw to rest on the other person. I’m not quite sure whether he’s doing this because the only thing better than touching one person is touching two people (given his personality, this seems most likely), or if he’s trying to comfort the loser, as if to say, “Well, yes, I’m sitting on her lap, but I’m still thinking about you!”
One of our cats sleeps like this a lot. It’s the cutest thing to walk in the door after a long day at work and see her in the middle of the couch with all four white paws up and curled up into tiny fists over her fat tummy.
She’s got a foot fetish, that one. If the bed/couch has no humans in it, then her chosen spot is usually the exact middle, so as to hog as much space as possible. If either of us lie down, then she ALWAYS has to be by our ankles. (Yes, if you turn around so your head is near her, she gets a :dubious: look on her face, gets up, and trots over to your feet.)
She also likes The Other Shoe’s shoes. A Lot. Like, A LOT. After he takes them off (he’s on his feet all day) she comes hustling over, loaf-ifies on top of them with a blissful expression, then shoves her nose deep into the shoe. She’ll lay like that for hours, looking like she’s suffocating herself on foot fumes.
My shoes aren’t stinky enough. She always does this with his and never with mine. I find myself strangely insulted by this.
She’s also strangely friendly when one of us is sitting on the toilet, to the point that if she sees the bathroom door closed, she’ll hustle over and paw it open (or cry pitifully if she can’t get it open) and once inside, purrs and rubs her face all over your shins. She’s not that actively affectionate outside the bathroom.
I would love to see that. silently squees at pug thoughts
Our Doberman fears my son’s butt. Sometimes we’ll just be playing with her, everything is fine, then my son will bend over and Lilith panics and flees. She will dodge any other butt which is thrust at her, but if Paul does it, she runs in place like a cartoon character, feet a-scrabblin’ until she gets traction and she is outta there.
The funny thing is that* her* butt is the deadliest weapon in the house.
Mayhem, my kitty, loves body odor. Earlier this week, I forgot to apply deodorant. I didn’t wind up too ripe–the office tends to be on the chilly side, and I don’t have a particularly physical job. Still, by the time I was getting into bed, I did have at least a mild aroma. So I plopped down on the bed and put my hands behind my head on the pillow, exposing my pits. Mayhem, who also has developed a habit of sleeping at the head of the bed with me (to ensure a more optimal placement of shed fur, I’m sure), comes up and starts nosing at my underarms. This tickles, I roll away, then I settle back, she noses again, etc. Before long, she flops over as if under the influence of catnip and starts rolling around, nosing into my underarm as much as she can. And then she BITES ME! Hard, on the underside of my arm. I was no longer amused.
Same routine happens with stinky running clothes, the riper the better. If they’re around and she notices them, she’ll roll on them like catnip. Used to do the same thing with my dad’s undershirts, too.
Oh, and she likes to lick odd things. Plastic especially, but also the pleated blinds I used to have. She’ll lick, say, the bag of Cottonelle wet wipes I have in the bathroom, or the outside of the shower curtain, and then sit there doing this odd, noisy thing with her tongue. Can’t easily describe it in words, though it involves a tilted head and lots of kitty tongue noises. Very peculiar.
Elwood, a corgi, was sick recently, so we had to hand-feed and hand-water him, using a big syringe without a needle to get the water in right.
Yep.
He’s a water junkie now. He still drinks normally (for him), but a few times a day he’ll stare at you, then at the syringe, then at you, and that’s when he needs his fix. Of water. From his own bowl. Injected into his mouth.
Between that and having birds to terrorize he’s a happy little dog around here.
My cat Todd hates to drink from his water dish. he prefers to wait until someone leaves a water glass unguarded, or until someone gets in the shower or bath, stick his paw in, and lick his paw. You’d think I don’t change his water twice a damn day. He also doesn’t like to eat from his food dish - he will, but first he’ll eat any spilled food on the floor.
Other than that, he’s pretty normal. Begs a lot, destroys my couch, the usual.
My bolognese dog does an adorable dance for treats, which I am convinced will make her rich and famous someday, if only she would learn other commands like sit and come, or even her own name.
My cat likes to chew on plastic. He’ll grab a bit of plastic and just sit down and chew on it. Thankfully he hasn’t tried to swallow any yet and I take the plastic away as soon as I see he has some.
The funniest thing was one day I was playing on the computer and he jumps up on my desk and walks onto the keyboard to get my attention so I pet him and then he notices a candy bar wrapper on my desk. He walks over and picks it up and jumps off my desk and then wanders off down the hallway. I just laughed thinking, “My cat is stealing my trash.” I found him lying on the floor in the living room just chewing on the wrapper.
When I’m pruning, trimming, and weeding, my dog follows me around and bites and pulls off low hanging twigs from the trees. It’s so cute, he tries to be just like daddy
Our little Chihuahua Louie sits in a high chair at the dinner table. Not my doing but anyway he will not eat, not one bite, until both my hubby and I start to eat. He has good manners.
No, he’s sitting on the one he owns, and letting the other one know “mine”.
My horse loves tractors. The farmer who owns the yard is always going back and forth moving hay and straw and whatnot and horse is all “TRACTOR!!!” and trying to see where it is.
Which is a pisser when I’m trying to ride.
I swear if he could he’d climb in the cab and be all Brrrm brrrrrmmmm noises.
