The utter neurosis of indoor housecats.

Yep – named by the shelter we got her from, who named her companion “Maggie”. I think they were on the letter “M” in their naming book.

Midnight’s indestructable. The vet thought she’d be dead by Thanksgiving – Christmas at the latest, but she’s still here, and feeling better than she did a few months ago.

Maggie’s gone, seven years ago now (But, in keeping with this thread’s original theme, SHE was a fastidious lasy) We got Clarence, lotta, and now Hestia. Onlt Lotta’s black, though, besides Midnight.

That’s what one of ours does–she carries her favourite ball and wails around it. You’re correct that when this happens, the cat wants you to play with her and the toy. At least, that’s what ours always wants when she does that.

I’ve only caught him doing this once or twice. But the box needs changing soon, so maybe I’ll dig out my camera, leave it dirty awhile, and see if I get lucky.

Probably his sister will just take a big dump on the floor, though. :slight_smile:

My cat does that, too. Then she leaves the litter box with everything completely uncovered. If she does a #2, she will often tear off into my bedroom and cry.

When he isn’t bitching about his litter box ( i do keep it cleaner than it sounds here, people! :eek: ), Turk likes to ambush my pony tail.

and do i remember each morning that he’s going to be lying in wait for it? no, i do not. :rolleyes: the blonde haircolor isn’t natural, but i’m beginning to think i’ve been a blonde underneath all my life.

remember the peanuts comic strip panel that shows snoopy looming on his dog house acting like some kind of predatory beast? you all know the one i’m referring to. that’ the gauntlet i have to run. ever’ damn morning. i live in a townhouse, so the stairs are steep and narrow, with a balcony to the left as you descend. Turk positions himself in exactly the right place, reaches out, and, ‘SNAG!’ the little SOB has hooked himself a pony tail! i swear, he laughs at me while he does it. :smiley:

Best of luck with that. My husband has been trying to film Max carting her styrofoam bat around for a long time now (the thing’s as big as she is - it’s quite the sight) - contrary creatures like cats will never let you film them if you really want to catch them in action.

I’m thinking you should have named him Kato.

Of course now I have an image of you grappling with the cat while yelling, “KATO! NO!” in a ridiculous faux-french accent.

I always assumed my Molly was calling her invisible kittens so they could come and learn how to hunt and kill properly.

After my kitty goes his thing, he actually exits the enclosed cat box and repetitively does the “covering up” action with his paw right on the side of the washing machine, which sits next to the catbox. I hear it in the night, his claws scraping the machine over and over and over and over again.

I mean, what does he think he’s doing? No part of the washing machine is helping him out, but he just does it over and over again! It’s like he’s cognizant of the fact that it’s not covering his poo, so he just keeps trying until he gets bored and goes to take a nap.

I’ve had several that do this. It is especially bad with covered boxes. It’s funny to watch, but sucks when you have to go bury their doodie for them because it’s smellin’ up the place.

By cat standards, Rex is something of an exhibitionist. If he’s determined to do something, he doesn’t care who’s watching.

I caught him standing on all fours on the edges of the litter box last night, but no climbing the walls.