Except that he first sits on the one who is most convenient to him at the time. I’m pretty sure we’re both owned by him at all times.
One of my cats does a happy dance. He does it when I come home, when I come into a room where he already is, when he comes into a room where I already am, etc., etc., etc. He plops down on the floor and rolls from one side, then on his back, then the other side, sometimes remaining for a while in each position. All four legs are tucked in, and he watches me during the entire procedure. He’ll go back and forth several times, before winding up flat on his back, still staring at me. He also does this when I’m sitting on the bed, putting on or removing my shoes and socks . . . right under my feet.
I once had a cat who was totally stressed out over a new kitten, and started eating non-food stuff. Like cracking open an audio cassette and eating the tape. Yup, for several days he’d sometimes have a segment of tape dragging out of his butt, sometimes with poop attached, and I had to chase after him with scissors. After this, he developed a permanent eating disorder, and wound up weighing 27 lbs. (over 12 kg).
Oh! I forgot the strangest thing. Some of my cats have decided that the nylon rubber-coated hair bands I use a a form of currency. I try not to leave them where the cats can get to them because if I do they wind up in the food bowl. Any time the food bowl gets below an “acceptable” level I find my hair ties in it.
Noodle is a door opener. He will open all the kitchen cabinets, the hallway closet, anything that isn’t latched completely shut. He also is obsessed with corn on the cob. I have to keep it in the fridge because he will open any bag or cabinet where it’s kept to get at it. He will eat the husk off it (and then puke green husk everywhere), until he gets to the cob, then he will use his tiny 17-year-old incisors to nibble away at the kernels.
Nimbus yodels and hoots. He goes into empty rooms and apparently listens to the sound if his own voice echoing or something. He’ll make a sound I’ve never heard from any other cat, and the closest I can call it is yodeling. Then he makes soft hooting sounds when I call him and comes back out of the room. He also loves my shoes, and will drop down onto his side when I first get home, grab my ankle, and “dig” at the shoe with his back feet like it’s prey. Then he licks the shoe and does the curly shuffle all the way around my foot.
Chico chews cardboard. I buy their prescription food by the flat, so I always have the 24-count, low-sided cardboard trays around that the cats all love to sleep in. And Chico destroys the edges by chewing and ripping pieces off. I’m hoping this means I won’t have to spring for a dental any time soon! He also licks and gently nibbles noses, except today he nipped my eyebrow - ouch, dude.
Maddie goes through my jewelry box and steals my earrings. I find them all over the house. She will also sit and stare at her own reflection for hours. She is a very pretty girl.
A friend’s cat used to always sniff people’s eyes. She would walk around the back of the couch, and if you held still, would intensely smell your eyes. She grew out of that, maybe because someone had awful smelling eyes.
My cat will drag things like t-shirts or a stray dryer sheet into her water dish, even if the water was freshly changed. Elevating the dish solved that one.
She doesn’t really like to be scratched behind the ears. She doesn’t dislike it, but she clearly isn’t enthused when I do it. One day while walking down the hall she was lying on the carpet in a “pet me” position. Being too lazy to reach down and scratch her head for a luke-warm reaction, I just kinda put my foot on her face and wiggled my toes a bit. She LOVED it. Now when she sees me take my socks off, she hits the floor expecting me to take my toes and clumsily wiggle them on her face for a bit. Same thing if I’m in the bathroom, she sees exposed toes and she’ll dive-bomb my feet.
One of the cats that live in our office plays fetch, like a dog. Throw her ball down the hall and she’ll sprint after it, and come prancing back with it in her mouth and drop it at your feet. She really likes it when it bounces more than rolls. She had it set in her mind that there was only one place to drop the ball off, so you could get her to fetch the ball from another area, but she would always return the ball to “home base”.
My goofy 8 month old, pit bull/shar pei cross is absolutely crazy for Eucerin cream. He can hear when I take the lid off and he comes running. He tries to lick it out of the little jar. Then he tries to lick it off my legs and feet. The weird thing is, it doesn’t have any scent to speak of and really no flavor at all (yes, I tasted it). Fancy shmancy scented lotions have no power over him, but the Eucerin is like a siren song for him.
It’s the petrolatum. I’ve met many a dog and even more cats that love the petroleum product. No idea why. I think that’s why certain plastics are also attractive to them.
Somewhere, on a dog forum, Louie has posted this in a thread called ’ Odd things your owners do.’
My husband’s female cat will insist that he sit down on his chair in the living room, so she can sit on his left thigh. After she’s been petted for a while, she’ll roll onto her back, stick all four legs into the air, make tiny kitty fists, and go to sleep. If I try to sneak into the room with a camera, though, she’ll wake up and demand that I dig out the laser pointer.