So I come home from work tonight to find that Smokey had gotten into the carton of canned cat food and pulled out a few cans and threw them onto the floor. It’s a good thing she doesn;t have opposable thumbs or I’d have some mess to clen up.
Our elderly tabbycat Elvis Pussley (who, sadly, has left the building) loved all kinds of electronic equipment, especially computer stuff. Not only did Elvis like to chew on such things, he would often sleep in, on, and around computers and computer parts.
Bwahaha, that last pic is amazing.
Molly loves the smell of bleach and soap. She’ll lick and lick and lick your hands even if you can’t smell anything. Sometimes she’ll even nibble.
Punky is an extremely laid-back cat, who almost never plays, except to snag your foot when you walk past. But his kink is that he loves to be petted roughly. The rougher, the better. You can rub all his fur the wrong way, walk away, and he’ll follow and beg for more.
Rio knocks on the door to be let in and out. Seriously!
One of the things that Charlie the kitten ambushes and attacks is Shadow, a large (somewhere between 15 and 18 pounds) 4 year old ginger cat, who we adopted at the same time we adopted Charlie. Shadow (and he came with that name, and answers to it, otherwise I’d find out his True Name) is a very laidback cat, who only wishes to lounge, with breaks for eating, visiting the litter box, getting petted, and sleeping. Most of the time Shadow merely retreats to a place that Charlie can’t reach yet. However, when Charlie is being particularly rowdy, and Shadow has had QUITE enough of being chased and ambushed, Shadow just sits on Charlie. Then we see little kitten legs flailing from underneath Shadow. We praise Shadow for standing, errrr, sitting down for himself. After Charlie manages to squirm out, he spends some time doing composure grooming.
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This.
Obviously I didn’t see the typo, but, Huh?
I didn’t see it either. I was simply saying that that statement was what I would have said as well.
I had a cat who would chase her tail as well. This cat was a siamese mix, with the tendency of siamese cats to climb things, including the small step-ladder that I had a bad habit of leaving out. She would get on the top step of the ladder and chase her tail … not on the top step … but around the top step. :eek:
I really wish I had a video of that trick.
It’s not my cat, It’s Picklehead, my daughter’s cat. You know old idea of introducing two strange cats/dogs/etc. by smearing vanilla or other scent on both? My daughter’s taken it one (wierd, I think, but I’m only the mom, so what do I know?) step further.
She breastfeeds my new grandson. When she brought him home from the hospital, she fed Angelboy, then expressed breast milk onto a saucer, which she then fed to the cat. Pickle lapped it up, then sniffed Angelboy…new friend. Now I’m informed that they’re best buddies.
What strange thing does my daughter’s cat do? He drinks human milk.
Love, Phil
Chaos hates my sandals. He destroys them, sometimes even when they’re on my feet. I can see a connection. When I put them on, he’s going to be alone for a little while. So sandals must be the enemy.
His brother Anarchy would fetch. He’d talk too. He’d enunciate every syllable - me-rfp-aow-… whenever he’d get excited. He disappeared, and I hope somebody just showed him tuna and kept him in or something, because there are lots of horrible fates for cats that get out and wander loose.
Anarchy would beg and often at least try what he got. Chaos just jumps up and puts his face in you dish or glass if he can.
Chaos likes to head butt my face.
Chaos would intervene whenever Anarchy got too rambunctious chasing and fetching puff balls I flicked. He’d run up and grab Anarchy by the neck and pin him down. Chaos is 24lbs, and Anarchy was 18lbs (and skinny), so no contest. Yes, big cats.
Both cats have always been super gentle. Not much claw action at all, and never a hard bite. They were never separated since they were kittens. I found them at the pound together and one of them grabbed my shirt through the cage bars so I wouldn’t pass. I thought they were half grown, but they were only eight weeks old.
Chaos also likes to climb onto my desk, walk on my keyboard and splay himself out, clearing a BIG cat sized section of all loose deskly things onto the floor. It’s because I don’t neglect him properly.
Chaos’ general laziness made him the survivor. He doesn’t dash for the door whenever it opens or push out screens quite as lightning-fast as his brother did. These two I kept indoors most of their lives because they have big bullseye markings, so they also lasted the longest of all my cats.
Cat doors are EVIL. Yes, kitty can go outside to poop, but also kitty can bring all of his new little friends into the house to play. Plagues of frogs, lizards, mice, rats, squirrels, bats, snakes, birds, gophers, etc. found their way into my house - ALIVE. Some of them quite frisky. Cats that like hunting, also like bringing their catch inside to enjoy, sometimes to be vivisected quite messily. They also go outside at will and interact wth all manner of dangerous things, and eventually disappear forever. If you want your cats to live past middle-age, maybe even get old, keep them inside.