My Tom…Boo Cat…when he comes in from the outside will meow very loud. I take it take he’s saying “I’m home everybody” because he doesn’t do it until he gets to where the rest of us are.
Bishop is a bottle cap fiend. Anytime I open a beer, her is there, waiting for me to throw it for him. When he gets bored batting it around, he brings it back like a dog. Freakin cat knows the sound of a beer being opened.
Mud does two things -
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[li] Practices “two-step sit in something therapy” when she knows when I am in a bad mood. She first gets my attention by snuggling up to me while purring loudly (step one - relaxing me), then immediately finds the nearest empty container (laundry basket, collapsable cooler, shoebox, empty refrigerator box), leaps into it and looks cute as all getout (step two - amusing me). Rarely fails to get me to smile after a bad day.[/li]
[li] Runs to me when I whistle for her, then puts her head down and flips loudly onto her side (falls over with an audible ‘wump’). Again, amuses the heck outta me that A) she actually comes when called, and 2) I can hear her hit the floor.[/li][/ul]
Kitty (yes, really) sits with her back up against the wall and all her legs spread out before her, sort of like a teddy bear. I still am amused every time and she’s been with me twelve years. 
And when she’s really amorous, she bites my chin. Seriously.
We have 2 cats. Both like to be petted while they eat. Sometimes they will come cry at us until we follow them to their dishes, as if they could not enjoy their food unless being petted at the same time.
Skippy is *always * underfoot. He likes to skip along in front of me, turning every few seconds to pat at my feet.
I know you didn’t ask about dogs, but my dog, a fairly elderly Great Dane named Austen, will nibble on my chin, nose or even ears when she gets the chance and is feeling playfully affectionate.
She is also a complete wuss, frightened of chihuahuas and small children. But she stalks houseflies valiantly!
I had a cat, Joey, a rescue as are all my animals, who was terrified of being approached by people. But when I was sitting in bed reading, he would come lie beside me to be petted - sometimes practically hurling himself across my lap in order to revel in my attentions. Delightful. I loved you, Joey. RIP. 
If I approach Hanna face on and she wants me to follow her, she will jump up in the air and twist around in the air so she is facing the opposite direction.
Bo sleeps on my pillow every night.
I can carry on a conversation with Abby. She is very talkative.
Neither of my cats are lap kitties. Jake is just too big and Scout’s too neurotic.
But when I sit on the sofa to read or watch television, Jake comes and curls up next to me with his head on my leg. If I lay down to take a nap, he will stretch across the pillows across the back of the sofa and keep one paw on me at all times, like he has to make sure that I’m still there. He also follows me from room to room. If I’ve been out for several hours, he will follow me into the bedroom and immediately enter the litter box, as if he can’t use it if I’m not there. He does, I know he does, but that’s where he goes.
Scout, ever since I got back from a trip a couple of weeks ago, has this issue with being petted. See, one of the chairs is hers - now, if there were people here, she might let them sit there, but she’d complain a lot - now, she gets so excited just thinking that she’s going to get petted that she falls off the chair, hops back up and flops around until she actually does get petted. Weird kitty.
If Scooter is asleep on my lap or chest as I watch TV, the sound of the set going off wakes him and makes him jump down. It can be muted when I hit the power button and he still wakes up. Just that electrical sound.
Midnight likes raw corn, fresh off the cob. Also cake. She can also curl her paw around your hand to pull it close (almost as good as having opposable thumbs). And she knows how doors work, but can’t turn the knobs.
Clarence goes to bed with veryone, kneading the covers. First he goes to bed with our daughter, then later he comes to bed with us, sleepin between Pepper Mill and me.
Lotta whispers her “meows”. I’ve never heard her do it at full volume. She also “fights” with you with her claws fully retracted.
hee. We used to have a cat who did this. We could tell just before she did it, so one of us would point to her at that moment and say “Kitty fall down!” and then of course she would do just that. It became a verb, actually, as in “kittyfalldowning” or “kittyfalldowned”.
(And yeah, I know it should be “kittyfallingdown” and “kittyfelldown” but it just ain’t.)
All three of my cats have endearing habits:
Meep will sit and look at you, sort of tilting her head to the side, and then when she’s sure you’re watching, she’ll flop over on her back, splaying her legs apart and demanding tummy rubs (which, of course, she always gets because she is the Princess ™ and has us both severely whipped)
Tenshi has two: he’ll sit and gently scoop up his tail with his front paw before cleaning it, and when one of us has a hand down on a surface he’ll come up to us and pick up the hand with his paw, holding it up and then putting his head under it, as if to say, “Pet me!”.
Ozzy snuggles up to me in bed, and when I sleep on my side he’ll stretch out next to me and go to sleep with his cheek on mine, purring his little head off.
We have a blue point Himalayan…Lady Piggs, so named by her previous owner, as a testament to her willingness to eat darn near anything. “Anything” includes jalapenos, hot sauce, and her favorite, french fries. She sits up and begs like a dog, on her hind legs. She will also drink scotch (single malt, thank-you-very-much!), so we have to be careful not to turn our backs on drinks.
She insists on her T.V. time. If we aren’t out watching T.V., she come to get us and meows until we give in. Gotta have her spot on the couch, right between us. Gotta have a paw/head/tail or foot (something!) on each of us. I think she senses the tone of what we are watching…if the movie is…uh…“too scary for cats”, she will keep her spot, but turn around so she can’t see. Of course, we get the occasional meow or groan…shame on us for watching such filth 
She also sleeps with us…she has to be under the covers, with her head on the pillow. Usually my pillow. Little critter just cracks me up 
Billy Bob waits until everyone’s asleep, and carries his metal food bowl into the bedroom and drops it on the hard floor. Then runs and hides.
He also loves our dog more than I thought it was possible for a cat to love anything.
Inigo will lay down near one of us and sometimes reach out with one paw and touch us on the face. Wife (Ruffian) will allow this, remarking on how cute it is. I think it’s funny, but can’t allow it with me because I just keep thinking of that paw scraping around in the litter box. Ick. Also, she’s trained Inigo to sit up on his back two legs.
Mija (mainly my kitty) is just a big fruitcake/nutball of a blob that doesn’t do anything special except spaz out at odd times. And I love her for it.
Tasha sleeps on me - I crawl into bed, she crawls onto my legs and there we both stay until morning. She hates it when I read, so she will insinuate herself onto my lap between me and the book and will use her back paws to push the book out of my hand. If this attention-getting manouver doesn’t work to her satisfaction, she will lie on her back, reach one delicate paw up, and WHAP me on the cheek. She will come to my whistle, too.
Tee is just goofy - he lies on the floor, belly down, with both front and back legs extended fully. If it wasn’t for the fact that you can see the floor under him, he’d look just like Superman, flying through the air. He’s a slapper, too, and thinks it’s very funny to sneak up on the WryGuy and knock his glasses off. His other big trick is to dip a paw in my coffee cup and then turn his head upside down and shake drops of coffee from his paw into his mouth.
Cara is slightly retarded (no, I’m not being mean, she really is brain-damaged) and has a speech impediment. She’s the only cat I’ve ever heard say “Ghi—ow. Mick—gown.” She can play fetch, though, and will chase and retrieve a plastic ring from a milk jug for quite some time, until she suddenly remembers she’s afraid of it, and hisses and runs away.
Do you wanna hear dog and/or rat stories, too?
**Sophie the Slut ** (so named because after we’ve had her fixed she continues to enjoy kitty sex :dubious: ) understands that we’re a no litter box family and swats a big Christmas bell we leave hanging on the door for her when she needs to go out.
**Sophie the Slut ** enjoys terrorizing the chihuahua we rescued from the roadside. She sits on the kitchen table bench and waits for him to run past, then pounces him into terror filled submission.
Buster, **Sophie the Slut’s ** son, thinks it’s his duty to run off all of the tom cats who come courting Sophie. Sophie enjoys the attention of men cats fighting her and waits for the winner nearby with her rump in the air :eek:
W.C. (Wild Cat), deceased, was best friends with Junior the Wonder Dog, also deceased. They would groom one another daily, eat out of the same food bowl and curl up to one another when sleeping. Imagine a big (110+ lbs), old black labrador delicately nibbling a dainty 8lb cat - hilarious! I miss them both very much.
Whiskey loves my son. Charlie is 5 yo and the only member of our family that our cat really seems to like. I think it’s special, especially when I find him curled up next to my son in his bed. Whiskey almost toally ignores my husband and I, and really, any adult, but he really likes kids.
Moofie- don’t ask- talks. I know he is not human, I am not going bonkers, but he talks cat to me. Mainly it revolves around human food for him. Come to think of it, he is a real bludger.
Miss Fuzz calls to me. arr-ROOO again and again when she needs her bowl filled. Actually it’s the community bowl but Miss Fuzz makes sure it’s filled for all of the other kitties.