He’s a few months old, and we’ve had him since about 6-8 weeks old.
Anyway, we have this big purple armchair, and it’s got a tiny spot on the left armrest where the fabric has torn, and a little spot of yellow foam pokes out. So he comes across this on day one, and since then, he is forever “suckling” at that one spot. He makes these little smacking noises with his nose buried in the spot, while he extends and retracts his front claws out, like he’s grabbing the air and pulling it towards him.
He’s dissolved the foam down to the bare wood now, and the spot is always a little…damp…
Ew…
I guess he thinks it’s his mom or something… He’s not quite right in the head…
My calico cat used to do that (when I had her) We got her as an teen and we suspected sh had been taken from her mom too early. The only difference was my cat would snuggle up to us and suck at my shirt (near the armpit :eek: )
That’s so cute! One of our kitties likes to jump into the laundry basket when it’s full of warm laundry. If you try to take something out to fold it, she cries! Real pathetic-like! Our other kitty likes to nibble on the ol’ man’s nose.
I had a cat that used to do that to a fuzzy blanket. I think he was too young when he was taken away from his mother (understandable mistake, as he was much larger than other kittens his age).
We have two kinds of cats where I live. We have house cats and barn cats. The house cats are regular cats who live in the house, go out during the day, whine about food, scratch the armchairs, etc. The barn cats live in the barn and have two functions: keep the rodent population down and supply the Great Horned Owls with tasty kitten treats. Other than the barn cats occassionally coming down to the house and making fun of the sissy house cats, the situation works out fine for everyone except, possibly, some of the kittens.
In any case, several years ago Mrs. Gaffer and I adopted one of the barn kittens. His name is Winston and he made the jump from barn cat to house cat. We may, however, have taken him too soon as he had/has some mental problems. First, he sucks his tail. His favorite pasttime is to climb up on our bed, grab the tip of his tail, hold it between his front paws, and suckle it. Second, he’s bulimic. Last year we had to take in my sister’s cat (another male if that makes any difference) when she could no longer care for him. Winston began neglecting to use the great outdoors as his litterbox and began utilizing the bath mats in our guest bathroom. We then began leaving him outside at night and only letting him in for short periods of time during the day. He will now wait at the door and when it’s opened, he runs to the laundry room where the food is, eats and eats and eats, takes about three steps and then pukes up a huge disgusting glob of half-chewed kitty chow everywhere. He’s a fun cat.
Two of our cats cuddle and groom each other’s heads. It’s quite cute. They curl up for naps together too.
As far as eating too much and then vomiting goes, mix marbles in with the cat food. The cats will eat around them, and it prevents eating too fast/too much. You just have to fill the food somewhat more often.
Years ago, I had three kittens. I used to routinely find all three of them in a big purring wad in the bathroom, chewing madly on the toilet brush.
When they got older, I found homes for two of them, and kept one. One really hot day, I took off the very sweaty blouse I was wearing and put it on the bed and went to take a shower. Came back, and my kitten was inside the sleeve of my blouse, sniffing the armpit like crazy.
My wife has a new kitten that likes to suck on my earlobes. Last night she paid me back when I stopped her by shitting in the corner in an almost impossible spot to clean up. She has now been 86ed from my office.
Just wanted to say that when I saw the thread title, I instantly thought of the Michael Jackson “Billie Jean” mondegreen: “The chair is not my son.” Carry on.
I don’t have any cat stories, though one of my friend Elizabeth’s fifteen cats likes to sleep on top of the fridge. Apparently, it’s really warm up there or sonething.
My cat “nurses” on blankets, clothes, anything made of fabric. He won’t do it on his own, though, you have to be patting him before he starts.
He also enjoys sicking his head inside of shoes, especially ones that have been just taken off.
And he eats foam, like the kind pool noodles are made of. I stuck my pool noddle behind the couch in our spare room for the winter, and when I went to get it out when summer came around, it was gone. Just a little pile of chewed up foam bits.
Actually, he might just chew it up, because I’ve never seen him swallow any.
We recently acquired three kitten sibs, all of which I thought had strange behavior, until I read this thread. One is an earlobe suckler, another a toe suckler, and the last has an affinity for pillow cases. Go figure.
The one adult cat we have has a particular liking for Wet and Wild hair spray. He gets one whif of it and decides that your hair is in need of a good and lengthy gooming. Quite an alarming way to be wakened in the middle of the night. He’ll also follow you anywhere for a nice fresh slice of cantaloupe.
My cat likes to huff. He’ll go on a tear through the apartment, stop short, look at me, and sort of snort out through his nose. I’ve only ever seen other cats snort when they were really pissed.
I’m glad he outgrew the habit of putting his face about an inch from mine right as I was waking up. He’s white, and has huge eyes. The first few times that happened, I thought I was being abducted, as did BF at the time. Now he just hops up and checks in when I’m going to bed, which is much more endearing.
I had a friend whose Springer Spaniel (i.e., dog) used to do the same thing described in the OP. She (the dog) had a little stuffed toy that her owner called the “smashbaby” for some reason, and she would take one of its arms or legs in her mouth and suck on it very gently, while sort of kneading its body with her paws. It was very strange.
This story makes me want a cat. Sadly, my current apartment does not allow cats or dogs. Next time I move, I’m getting one.