My cat, Little One (given name is Unix, but we never call her that) lets me know when it’s time for bed. On worknights I go to bed around eleven or so, and I’m usually sitting at my computer until then. She comes up and taps my arm to indicate it’s time for bed. On weekends or nights I’m not having to get up for work in the morning, she always seems a bit put out that I don’t get ready for bed when she tells me it’s time.
Please do. I’m trying to inspire Mud to create something other than “Roll of Paper Towel Shredded to the Point That There is No Single Usable Whole Sheet on the Whole Effing Roll”. If she starts wrapping the couch in toilet paper, I am renaming her Christo: when I came home from work tonight, I found that she had managed to unroll the toilet paper from the vanity (where it was sitting), down the hall and into the living room. She scares me sometimes.
Tio falls asleep in my shoes. I’ll find him lying on my floor, with his whole kitty face smooshed into my shoe, snoring away.
He honestly believes he’s about 4 inches long and can fit into any tiny container he finds. Tupperware, shoeboxes, paper bags, even egg cartons. He weighs about 16 pounds, so his favorite shoebox is now round.
He has a spot on the sofa. If you sit in his spot, he will sit nearby and stare at you. Completely silent, and just glaring at you. Because eventually, you will get up. And he knows it.
My dad’s cat lies on his back all the time, with his head up. He looks like he’s caught in a permanent sit-up.
My Pixel is the cutest, dumbest cat ever. She sees an open door and some little switch in her head goes “I gotta be in there!” and zoom there she goes. Usually we notice her and kick her out, but she is tiny and all black and hard too see, especially if we’re tired. She has been caught in closets over night and while we are gone at work more times than we can count. We’ll come home to a tiny, far away “mew” and Dot, our smart cat, staring intensely at our closet door.
Pixel loves everybody. Strangers, old friends, men, women, rocks, trees….whatever. I had to lock her in the bathroom when the cable guy came over because she would not get off his lap. Dottie, on the other hand, loves only her mommy. She likes her dad well enough, and puts up with company, but she’s the happiest little fart in the world when it’s just me and her. What a nerd. Also, she considers the sink and tub her own special Dottie-only hideout club. Woe be to the person who may need to cleanse, for she is Dot and will not be moved!
I don’t know which one it is, but one of them has an almost super-natural ability to find yarn. On more than a few occasions I have left for work with all my yarn safely put away in plastic boxes only to come home to the whole living room wrapped up in three or four colors.
DeathLlana left out the Mija will hunt down and destroy any packages of Orbit gum. Not just any Orbit, mind you, but the flavor that comes in the dark blue package (forgot which one that is). At least a half dozen times she has fished it out of a purse compartment left partially open. She then would proceed to chew the ever-loving crud out of the entire package, usually a brand new one dammit, leaving no piece without teeth marks.
It happened just the other week. The zipper compartment was only open a few inches, and I stepped away for no more than 10 minutes–and BOOM! (Well, it doesn’t really go boom…) Gum everywhere.
Cookie Monster will tap me on the shoulder to wake me up. Just like a person doing it. Taptaptap. If this doesn’t work, she’ll gently hook one claw into my lip like I’m a fish on a hook. She also beeps and boops at us all the time, and if you surprise her, she’ll ask “Brrrrr?”
She has a favorite toy, too. It’s nothing more than a little piece of wire from a Christmas tree bauble that she knocked off the tree in 2000. It disappeared one day, and then we moved house. After about six months of living in the new house, she came trotting into the living room with her toy in her mouth. I have no idea how it got here, nor how she found it.
Funniest of all though are her bedtime habits. We’ve just put a new bed into the spare room. She’s now decided this belongs to her, and when we go up to bed, she follows us up the stairs and goes into ‘her’ room. The first time I saw her on the new bed, I nearly wet myself laughing: she was stretched out on her back like a person, fast asleep. She didn’t have a pillow, but she was lying straight out rather than curled up like a normal cat. And now, the weirdest thing has started happening: in all the years we’ve had her, she’s never ever liked to get under blankets, but in the last two weeks she’s begun lifting up the corner of the comforter and climbing under it to have a snooze. Is this a coincidence, or could she actually be copying our behaviour? Whatever the answer is, it’s hilarious.
Fatcat as many threads have told the tale, flushes the toilet. He thinks it’s a fine trick and a great way to impress visitors. We got a new one that’s really hard to flush, and I’ve heard him grunting, grumbling and complaining because even with two paws he can’t manage it (I’m going to have to do something about that.)
Fatcat is very smart so he has been trained to do a handful of tricks.
He has a new thing. Sniffs_Markers is a recording artist, though we have broken up, Fatcat still bangs on my door to leave, then jogs down one flight of stairs to her apartment and bangs on Sniffs’s door to go in. His new thing: If she’s composing or practicing, and playing live, he sings along.
She was recording herself with a hand held recorder to get an idea down. In the back ground are some distinct, Ethel Merman-like Fatcat vocals. “Wa wawawawwww… yaw, yawwww…”
He can’t carry a tune.
I don’t love cats, not to say I don’t like them but I really don’t love them.
The child and I have 2 boy cats. The child is mad about cats. The boys are brothers/same litter.
One is a tabby and fairly typical of every tabby I have ever known. That is food obsessed. I don’t know if I met the wrong ones but to me Tabbies are the cat equivilent of Labradors. Right down to the “SRATCH MY HEAD NOW” thing 
The other is a black and white chap (6 kittens 5 tabbies and one, well one this one) with a pink nose. The child calls him Zorro. I call him PNF (pink nosed freak). Cat lovers might love PNF but he drives me nuts.
He squeeeeeeeeeeals, yes thats right. He doesn’t squeal, he squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeals often for no apparent reason.
He has made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t like me or rather that I am not his person. When the child is away for a night PNF sits in the middle of the hallway all night and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeals. When the child gets home he runs to him and squeeeeeeeeeeals as if he is telling on me.
PNF will not eat dinner if I feed it to him but he will stop Meowth from eating. PNF believes I am not capable of feeding cats. When the child feeds them (as PNF has decreed) PNF will eat and Meowth must wait till he has gone to sleep…poor Meowth tries to sneak in and PNF rises from a near coma to growl and protect “his” dinner.
PNF believes that half of the childs pillow is his. He also believes that half of the childs head is his. He flings himself over the pillow with both front paws on the childs head every night.
When PNF is dead to the world Meowth will slink in. Eat then find a place to snooze. He loves the bean bag, but only when PNF is not looking.
My GabbiCat says “Bless You” when WinkieHubby or I sneeze. It’s a very special little chatter that she only uses for that purpose. It’s the cutest thing EVER!!!
Elvis is part bird. In my old apartment, I had two closets in my bedroom, about 6 feet apart and 9 or so feet high. I don’t know how the hell he did it, but he’d jump on top of one of them, then proceed to “fly” back and forth from the top of one to the other.
He also runs on his hind legs from side to side when he’s hunting. If he sees a bird outside or I’ve busted out the laser pointer, if the bird or the laser is moving in a horizontal line, he’ll run up to the wall or glass sliding door and “run” on his hind legs horizontally, chasing the prey. It’s hysterically funny.
He’s not really a lap kitty, unless I’m watching TV. If I’m sitting on the couch with my legs crossed, he’ll sit on the coffee table facing me, staring until I uncross my legs. Then he’ll jump on my lap and spread himself out lengthwise. When he’s feeling especially baby-like he’ll mewl until I lay on my back on the couch, then lay on my chest and bury his little face under my chin and nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle.
He definately knows who mommy is.
My Buffy, my fuzzy little orange tabby, follows me around the house. She sleeps on one of the chairs in my room, or on the floor, and if I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, she’ll follow me downstairs, or wait at the top of the steps to make sure I’m coming back. If she’s sitting in my sister’s room, and sees me going in mine, sometimes she’ll come running after me. And when she follows me back up the stairs, she just races up on ahead of me.
When I’m on the computer, she jumps up on the back of the chair (which is your standard office hair, with the high back), and kind of straddles it. Then she puts her paws in my hair and starts grooming me.
Misty, the fat, white Angora, insists on being in the bathroom when someone is taking a bath or a shower. (She doesn’t do this to my folks as much as she does to my sister and I). Then she sits beside the tub, sometimes, jumping up on the side of the tub, and poking her head INSIDE the shower. Then, when you get out, she gets all lovey-lovey and starts purring and crying and rubbing against your legs (nothing like long, fuzzy cat hair sticking to wet legs!). Then when you pick her up and pet her, she licks your face.
[SIZE=2]My 2 grey cats are brothers. They get so playful sometimes they do the usual “run around and go nuts” thing occasionally tipping something off of the tables they hop on. Bucky will always spit out a growl or two. When they get real rambuncious, Bucky will actually JUMP about 6 feet onto the frame of my bedroom door and hang there. A few times when he was a little younger (and slimmer) I actually caught him hanging from the TOP of the frame. I don’t know how they do it, they have no front claws!
When my roommate moved in he brought Inky,an older black and white cat with arthritis. He told me…“don’t worry he won’t be a bother, all he does is eat and sleep”. My cats are so playful they end up getting his cat involved. Now his cat is getting more active and healthier all the time. He loves to catfight with Isaac, the slimmer brother. You can tell they all enjoy each other, they all sleep together on my couch in one swirl of grey black and white.
I caught Isaac sleeping the other day with just his face buried in the side of my couch. I couldn’t believe he could sleep like that and not suffocate. But I didn’t have the heart to move him. When I woke up the next morning I checked the couch to make sure he was still ok.[/SIZE]
Maceo jumps into the bathtub and rolls around until I brush him. This brushing is allowed only in the tub. He can also open doors (he has 25 toes, 15 of them in the front) and undo bungee cords, when they are holding the cabinet when the cat food is in it.
Dolphie will have an entire conversation with you. She will also go up on her hind legs just to rub her head on your hand. This is made more amazing by the fact that she’s really fat, though she’s been eating 3/4c. of diet food per day for the last two years.
Harley will let me do anything to him, up to and including popping his gross kitty zits and brushing his teeth. Such a trusting guy!
Shadow, when I say his name to him in the right way, will roll over and writhe until I pet his belly.
My dear departed Achmed used to sleep spooning in bed with me, purring me to sleep. He’d also roll over onto his back whenever I came over to see him, showing me the spotted belly to rub. He would sit on my chest with his chin on my shoulder and his arms around my neck. The best hugs I ever got were from him. I miss him. 
My cat knows giving me those little love bites on my bare knee is incredibly ticklish. So when I’m busy & trying to ignore him, he knows it’s physically impossible to ignore the knee bites.
He doesn’t give love bites otherwise. Just on the bare knee, when he insists on my attention.
Punky is capable of saying such phrases as “hello” and “go out” (incessantly!). He also drinks out of the bathtub and enjoys play “fighting” with me if I approach him obliquely and gently push against the side of his head.
Cleo likes white bread, cheese puffs, and popcorn; goes bonkers playing with her toy mice (known to her as souris) and makes a pest of herself as soon as anyone enters the kitchen area. Also, if I “tone” at or around the B one octave below middle C, she’ll get wide-eyed and jumpy. She won’t do that for any other frequency. I swear that cat has perfect pitch.
Brat kitten can often be found sitting up like a meerkat, or laying with just her head and front paws on a person’s lap. She has also been known to lick coffee off my fingers as long as I don’t “ruin” it with sugar or coffee flavor. 
I’ve posted before about Butch and Buster, the cats who would actually follow me around when I took the dog out for a walk.
One day, though, Buster did something really special. My mom was rounding them up and putting them in their carriers, to take them to the vet and get them neutered. Her method was to confine the kitty to the bathroom, stand the carrier so the entrance was facing up, and then lower the cat in. Butch wasn’t much of a problem. But apparently after Buster was in the box, he jumped about five feet straight up out of the carrier, and managed to turn the lights off in midflight. Not sure if I’d neuter a cat like that.
And the incident that led the cats to be outdoor cats was special, too. Somehow, they turned on one of the stove burners in the middle of the night. My mom said it was so hot in there, the peanut butter was pourable. So, that’s how they came to be my walkie-time companions.
I mentioned on another thread that you guys at SDMB have caused me to spew liquids through my nose “twenty-'leven dozen” times from being so funny.
With this, I’ve now officially ruptured an organ. Thanks a lot.
Both my cats have really weird, endearing qualities. Also, they’re both named for characteristics they have. Cricket had a really bad upper respiratory infection when I first got her. Her nose was clogged, so when she purred, it sounded like a cricket chirping somewhere in the room. Kermit hops when he gets excited, just like a frog.
Anyway, Cricket, my small, white, blotchy, part siamese, part something else entirely cat makes me laugh in the morning by doing forward rolls on her head while I’m making coffee. Every single morning, I’ll stumble in and pour water into the coffee pot, and by the time I’ve begun measuring coffee out of the bag, I’ll hear a series of thumps behind me. It’s Cricket, who has begun her morning acrobatics. Oh, yeah, and she licks anything. One day, my husband and I were having an argument in the kitchen when we heard this weird rasping sound. We turned and saw Cricket sitting on the floor next to the fridge, nonchalantly licking the wall. We cracked up. It was just too funny, and we were arguing total nonsense anyway.
Cricket’s none too bright, and hasn’t taught herself to open doors like Kermit, my black cat, has. So, if she can’t get in somewhere, Kermit will politely stretch up and use his paws to open the door for her and stand aside. Kermit also has this habit of trying to cover my eyes with his paws when I’m doing crunches on the floor. It’s amazing. Somehow he gets himself into the perfect position to slap his paws over my eyes and tries to eat my hair.
God, I love my cats.
Ahinahina (Hina for short) has her pet person (me) so well trained that I get up 2 or 3 times in the middle of the night to provide her canned tuna so she’ll let me sleep.
Talk about ‘special!’
Maybe it’s just all gray cats???
Hina shocked me! Pictures just before and after this one also show her taking a bath!