My grandparents had a cat who would start running full speed the instant they opened the door for it. Problem was, they had a table just inside the door. Every single time, that cat would run full speed into the leg of the table. You’d think they’d learn eventually, even with a walnut-sized brain, but that one never did.
My family had a cat with a habit similar to thatDDperson’s cat. My parents’ house has two sliding doors upstairs, with the screen doors on the inside. This cat would come tearing up the stairs, launch himself at one screen, hitting it about half way up, hang there for a moment, jump down, run to the other screen and repeat. The funniest was one day when the second screen wasn’t in its normal position. The poor cat went THUNK off the glass and just lay there for a moment before running off to find somewhere to hide so he could recover his dignity.
Mine, who was given two months to live sixteen months ago (due to a heart condition), never fails to amaze me with his Sunday newspaper routine.
I read the paper and toss what I’ve just read on the coffee table in front of me. Parts of the paper stick out over the edge of the table. He thinks that the paper is an extension of the table and will attempt to sit on that extension. He always falls to the floor and regally stalks off after his fall.
This might be his game with me and I’m the one with the walnut brain.
Cookie often meows to be let into the bathroom while I’m enthroned. She then jumps up into the sink, and using the slickness of the sink, with her two front paws she “runs” on the spot as fast as she can.
She also tries to bury her shite using a) the radiator, b) the outside of her litter tray, c) thin air.
Hubby is on his side of the bed (with a sleeping, snuggly Boy Kitty) and I’m on my side, sharing my pillow with Snowball. Suddenly, Hubby uses his Official Manly Emergency Voice tm , “GET UP! We’re LATE!”. As he bounds out of bed, Boy is terrified and leaps onto my head. Snowball, upon having her pillow attacked by a vile interloper, releases all body fur as she rockets toward the window seat. When Boy realizes that his “safe perch” is actually a human head that is making “mad mama” noises LEAPS for the window seat. But finding (mid-leap) that the window seat is occupied by a rather irate Snowball, he deflects away from the fangs and claws. And hits the window square on.
The soundtrack was as follows: “GET UP! We’re LATE!” - Mroooowwwww - whump - “What the f…” - Mwrrrreeeeeeeeer - THUD
Quite spectacular, all in all. Only injury was a poor Boy’s pride. Snowball traded her righteous indignation for a crumbled strip of crispy bacon. Boy was very embarrased and had to be consoled for several minutes before purr was restored.
Capt B–A King Ranch Chicken Casserole is a very tasty dish named after the famous King Ranch in Texas. It involves chicken, sour cream, corn tortillas, rotel tomatoes, mushrooms, and lots of other yummy stuff.
October, we also have a cat (Roger) who’s obsessed with ribbon. He’ll eat any of it he can find and will tear bows off presents if he can get to them. He got a gift bag caught around his body once while he was trying to steal a piece of ribbon out of it. He also got a plastic grocery bag caught around his middle one time; it scared him, so he ran and it ballooned out like a sail over his back, scaring him and making him run faster.
We have two other cats. Nubia is a tiny black cat who hides very badly–she leaves her tail or her entire rear end sticking out. Once she “hid” under the bed by just sticking her head under the edge of the blanket.
Pixel is our newest cat–we just adopted him from the shelter in June. He hops in the shower with us, then sits there looking sad because he’s wet. He won’t take the initiative and get out of the shower on his own; he just waits for rescue.
They’re all great cats, though, walnut brains and all.
During the night, I felt someone poking me - I thought it was my wife, and so pushed over.
My wife felt someone poking her - thought it was me, and so pushed over.
In the morning, our monster was snugged up, on her back, with her body under the blanket and her head out - inbetween us, in the space she had made for herself!
I used to have a green Anole chameleon named Flash. He and my cat were buddies. I have a pipe with an African chameleon on it and Flash would chill on the fake chameleon’s back and smoke with me. One time my cat knocked over the tank when I was sleeping. I woke up and freaked! I searched everywhere for Flash. I glanced over at my computer desk, the cat was curled up sleeping in my chair, and the lizard was chillin’ on the pipe. That was pretty cool.
My cat likes to kill things and eat it. So far he has killed a squirrel, chipmunk, bat, mouse, tons of lizards and we keep finding bird parts on the porch. It’s disgusting!
We feed him regularly but he needs to get his “fix”. I swear he doesn’t have a brain!
October
Sounds like I’ll have to Google-up a recipe for that one (and then use different ingredients, and ignore the instuctions)
If I ever stood on a chair to change a light bulb or the like my flea-bag’s tiny walnitic brain would think “Treee!” (Enfield’s aliens anyone? no?, oh well) and I would find a cat on my shoulder - and a pattern of pain up my legs and back (and my tiny brain would forget til the next time :smack: )
While I was enjoying a hot bath, five kittens thought “Island!” It took a while to stop the bleeding.
The same crew liked to leap from the top of my shelves to the ceiling lamp in the centre of the room, where they would hang by their forearms and swing. They pulled the ceiling lamp out of the ceiling, so there is no more need to change bulbs.
I just brought my walnut brain home a few weeks ago. You know the phraze “Cat-like grace?” Well, she hasn’t.
She regularly attemts to launch herself onto window ledges, beds, tables and other surfaces, and ends up bouncing right off. She was chasing a june bug in my bathroom and ended up falling right into my bubble bath.
She’ll run at top speed at my feet while I’m walking out of the room and end up smacking her little head right into my legs, or accidently getting kicked in the head. She comes running from any room to watch the toilet flush. She curls up in the sink whenever I try to brush my teeth (I’ve accidently spit on her a few times).
She does play fetch tho, which is pretty cool. She likes to play with her toys on my bed while I’m sleeping, which wakes me the heck up. So I decided to throw the toys out of my room, and she brought them all back! It’s become a regular fetch-like game, she’ll even drop the toys off right by my hand.
As if that wasn’t enough sleep-inturruption, she’ll also get it in her head that she loves me, runs over to me and trys to lick my face off. Yeah, that’s real cute at about four in the morning.
Oh well, she may be a dink, but I loves the little walnut-brain!
Everything a kitten does is precious and adorable.
I had a woven mat on the wall behing my kitchen table. One night I came home to find my kitten hanging by his claws from the mat, having jumped from the table without considering the consequences. He was unable to extricate himself without some assistance, lord knows how long he was hanging there.
Another time, I came home to find that my miniature cactus garden had been torn to bits from its planter. I don’t know if paws and teeth were the main components of this heist, but either way it couldn’t have been too pleasant. I found little bits of cactus scattered throughout the house for days.
This would be my current little guy. I don’t think he’s even got a walnut-sized brain, he’s so small. Maybe a filbert. He was playing around on my lap last night as I was doing some sewing and rolled right off into the floor. He does that a lot actually. He’s not got a firm grasp of gravity yet.
But he’s really cute.
beckwall, one of my other kitties also decided to play with a cactus one day. He uprooted the entire thing and dragged it around the house. With all the other stuff on the premises whatever possesses the furry ones to think a cactus is a good plaything?
We had a burmese who could open doors and windows if they had handles rather than knobs. He jumped up on the handle, grabbed it with his paws and swinged on it. If the door was unlocked, he could open it.
He was obviously simulating human behaviour, so forget any idea that a small brain makes cats stupid. Sure, some are as dumb as a box of hammers, as are some humans and all afghan hounds
We’ve got some dumb ones, ourselves. One cat got his head stuck under a door (someone had cut the door off to lay carpet).
One used to get her claws stuck every time she walked across carpet. She’d step step step fall over. Same cat used to get caught in curtains and just hang there until rescued.
On the other hand, I have a cat who can open the microwave and answer the phone, so they aren’t all stupid!
