What Do Cats Do That Annoys You?

It just SEEMS that way, but they do have a talent for plonking down on a sore spot.

I read somewhere cats have the intelligence of a 2 year old human, so when you think of your kid in the high chair dropping his lunch off the tray to watch it go splat on the floor, a cat pushing things off the table is similar. Just this morning: 2 pens, a little alarm clock, a bracelet, and a wrapped Starlight mint, all go boom on the floor thanks to the cat. Other than the clock, I don’t mind, he’s a house cat and needs some amusement.

Not a parent, so I don’t know that much about 2yo kids. :slight_smile:

My cat HAS plenty of toys of her own, she doesn’t need to do things like stealing my stuffed animals or pushing the answering machine off the (short) bookcase it currently lives on.

I need to get Lightning (my sons named him) a set of like granite food and water bowls. I am tired of the scraping noise of him constantly shoving them around, and also water splashing onto the floor. Little bastard.

What Do Cats Do That Annoys You?

Live with my ex-husband :frowning:

I miss my moggies!

This. :slight_smile:

Boris would like to join the band. His specialty is drumming on garbage cans, doors, basically anything that makes noise.

Our 16 year old part-Siamese would like to audition for lead singer; if she’s awake, she’s complaining about something these days.

Shedding. I’d love my cat ever so slightly much more if her fur was more permanently attached to her body.

Related is her recent (i.e., within the last five years or so) preference for sleeping at the head of the bed (where my head is) rather than the foot. This results in patches of kitty fur to either side of where I generally put my pillows. :stuck_out_tongue:

Bobbin used to gather bottle caps and spools of thread and bat them into the garbage disposal. And leaves, and legos, and anything else she could manage to get onto the counter and into the Magical Hole.
Now she’s neurotic and won’t come into the house unless I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom to sleep. She’s afraid of the other cats and has to be in protective custody at all times.

Olive LOVES plastic bags. If I leave one on the floor, she’ll constantly bat at it, creating a rustle rustle sound that drives me nuts.

Me: STOP IT OLIVE
-pause-
-rustlerustlerustle-

She used to have a much more annoying habit of pawing at our door at 6 in the morning, which is why we now lock her up in the living room with her litter box and rations.

Rules for the Cat
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[li]The cat is not allowed on the furniture[/li][li]Ok, the cat can go on the furniture, just not on the kitchen counter[/li][li]The cat can go on the kitchen counter, just not while I am making dinner[/li][li]The cat can go where ever it wants, it just cannot try to wake me up at 5:30 to be fed[/li][li]The cat gets fed at 5:30am[/li][/ol]

from somewhere on ICANHAZCHEEZBURGER

Ah, the joys of having a young cat in the house…

Widget the wonder kitten used to do what I call ‘drive-by kitten,’ where she’d creep up on me, pounce, stick her nose in my eye, then take off like her tail was on fire. That used to happen more than a few times a day and I was NEVER ready for her. Thankfully that’s stopped.

Now, she has graduated to The Stealth Leap. This occurs when yours truly – or some other unsuspecting schmoo is within reach of her whether she’s on a counter or some other flat surface. She lines up her jump – and presto! Instant cat on your shoulder! She’s done it to a coworker already, but isn’t quite up to doing it to the divemaster yet. I hope I get a picture when she does.

She picks the WORST possible time to do this, too. While I’m cooking, laying out my morning pills, pouring a glass of well, anything. Schoom! And there she is, quite proud of herself, purring away in my ear.

She also loves to jump on my back while I’m bent over deciding what shoes to wear. She’ll watch from the bed, and the instant I ‘assume the position,’ she leaps onto my back, then walks up to peer over my shoulder. Whatcha doin’, Mom?

She has recently taken over the top of the refrigerator. It is now officially Widget Vantage Point, no others allowed. God help anything I put up there, because it is pushed off the edge in a nanosecond.

She is also the biggest bedhog I’ve ever seen. How does an 8-pound, one-year-old kitten take over a king-sized bed with only one other occupant anyway??? I’ve awakened in some of the strangest positions with that beast stretched out on her back about eight feet long, paws in the air, purring like a buzzsaw in the dead center of the bed!

She lurves my work laptop, too. Any time I’m away from it, I have to close the lid. If not, I come back to Very Strange Things on my computer. If work IT ever does a dump of it, I’m sure there will be any number of questionable things on it I’ll have to answer for – and am innocent of.

Oh, and as previously mentioned, I’m the only other living being on that bed. There are acres of non-Scubaqueen area to walk on. What do they chose? Me. More specifically, ‘the girls.’ All three of them choose only ‘the girls’ to stomp across like Hannibal crossing the mountains.

Tell me again why I have cats instead of dogs? :rolleyes: :smiley:

Pissed on my daughter’s schoolbag today.

School starts tomorrow.