Thanks, Veb.
Anti Pro, I’m sorry about Molly, too.
My first thought is that Tugger is Achilles’ long lost sister, and that we should arrange a family reunion. My second thought was that they’d fight to the death over milk jug ring rights. Achilles loves his milk jug rings, and carefully stores them in the food or water dish, which annoys the bejeebers out of the other cat, Midnight.
Both cats do the Hypnotic Stare that DDG mentions in another thread. Sometimes they do it when I’m cooking, but they will ALWAYS do it to my husband (who swears he doesn’t like cats) when we have any sort of roast, be it beef, chicken, turkey, or pork. It works, too. Or at least it works on HIM. I never feed the cats directly from my plate. Or at least, I don’t do it when someone is watching.
For some reason, Achilles likes to talk to the doorjamb of the hall. Then he’ll sometimes attack it. Random Scrub says that it’s because the doorway won’t talk back. That’s as good an explanation as any, I guess.
Achilles likes to get into bags and sacks and boxes of all kinds. This was hilarious when we had all sorts of Xmas presents in smaller bags, which he tried, in vain, to climb into. When we get home from grocery shopping, if we chose paper sacks, we must put two empty ones down on the floor, on their sides, so that he can hide in one and then make a dash for the other. It’s really cute to see him peeking out from the sack. He also likes to peer around corners.
Achilles likes to play tag. He’ll tap his target and go scurrying off. Midnight, the other cat, does NOT like to play tag (she’s an elderly lady cat of over 18 years) and will sometimes slap him a good one upside the head, with claws. This doesn’t seem to faze him, he’ll tag her again as soon as he feels like it. He LOVES for someone to chase him.
Sometimes Achilles will try to tackle my daughter (his “Mom”) around the thighs, as she walks from the hallway into the living room. Fortunately, he doesn’t use his claws. But it’s funny to see.
He likes to fetch. In fact, he’ll initiate games of fetch, by dropping a milk jug ring into my daughter’s lap. This is the only time anyone else is allowed to touch his milk jug ring.
His best trick, of course, is to bring his “Mom” a Gift. One that he killed himself. One night “Mom” was doing her homework (she’s in college) on her bed (which is her preferred area for study) and he brought her a still-feebly-kicking palmetto bug. The noise was incredible.
My daughter brought him home as an orphaned feral kitten, not quite weaned, and bottle-fed him. Once he got used to the idea of being her kitty, he loved it.
My condolences to Anti Pro and DeskMonkey on the recent loss of your pets. It’s no fair when they go, it it?
Charlotte, who is only nine months old but is already Queen of the Universe, likes to lick my nose while sitting in my lap. Except occasionally she’ll intersperse a serious chomp - not just a cute kitty nibble - in between licks. I’ve learned to keep an eye out so I can move my head back a quarter-inch at just the right time.
She likes being carried around the house when I go from one room to another, so I carry her a lot. One day my wife looks up at me, as I’m carrying Charlotte, and says: “You’re Rufus.”
I responded, “Well, yeah, that’s my online name - what’s up?”
That’s when she reminded me of Rufus from Gasoline Alley, which I hadn’t thought about in decades. Readers of a certain age will remember that Rufus always carried his Kitty around, draped over an arm. Fortunately for Charlotte, I carry her in a more comfortable manner.
That should have been ‘is it’, not ‘it it’, of course. Charlotte’s in my lap, ‘helping’ me with my typing, so I’ll blame it on her. 
Furball #1 thinks he’s anything but a cat. He loves to flip socks in the air and catch them, chase his tail and generally make a pest of himself. He also likes to climb on my shoulder and lie down, so he looks like a fur stole.
Furball #2 thinks very highly of himself, and makes his comfort a priority. On the rare occasions he’s allowed in the bedroom, he’ll jump on the bed, and plunk down on a pillow and go to sleep. He’s also not a big fan of being picked up. Sadly, I have scars to prove it. 
Robin
My cat, Cloud, likes to get my attention by climbing (yes, climbing, he does not like to jump) up next to me, wherever I am, and rub his cheek against mine. It’s so cute!
And in the cute-but-irritating category, he and I have had a war going for weeks over who owns the computer chair. When I am not in it, it is his. But when I’m in it, I tend to sit a bit forward, and he likes to get up behind me and try to push me off by dint of sheer size – he weighs fourteen and a half pounds. I have to shove him off because there isn’t enough room on here for both of us. I think he’s finally getting the message. At least I hope so.
Frankie always manages to wake me up ten minutes before the alarm goes off. She creeps up very slowly from the foot of the bed, sniffs at my face, and then touches her wet little nose to my closed eyelids. I open my eyes to the sweetest little face in the world. We snuggle until the alarm goes off.
She has the funniest little voice that only I get to hear. She never talks around anyone but me. Kind of a “Mrow rowr?” Adorable.
Loves to chase and pop bubbles. Sleeps in the sink. Plays in the tub while the water is draining.
She loves Saltines, too.
When my horse is in the crossties and wants a treat, she will life up one of her front legs, bent at the knee, and move it back and front, as her way to “beg”. and when that leg gets tired, she’ll move to her other leg. it’s adorable and it almost looks like she’s doing some time of aerobics.
Today my parents let me dog out in the backyard to go to the bathroom, and then went back inside and closed the sliding glass door. my parents realized that they closed it when my dog goes to come in, and hits the door, making thie thumping noise. She then went outside and sat there, afraid to come in, and my mom had to pick her up and carry her inside.
She’s also scared of football games, since my dad and brother usually yell at the tv. so she comes and hides around my legs, wherever I am in the house.
My dog Ollie, a golden retriever, is wonderful. When I come home from work, he blocks me once I get in the door and won’t move until I pet him for a good minute or two. When I’m sitting somewhere, he’ll jump up and sit next to me, looking longingly, until I say, “Gimme a hug!” Then he’ll cozy up in my lap and wrap his front paws around me - he gives the best hugs.
When I leave in the morning, he’s usually curled up on the sofa, his head resting on a pink throw cushion. He always gets up to say goodbye and knocks it off, since he’s all groggy and sleepy.
Ollie doesn’t like to lick at all, but when I cry, he’ll come over to me and lick my tears, like he’s tasting them. It’s adorable.
My dog sighs when things aren’t going exactly to her plan. If you stop petting her and she thinks you should continue but you don’t, she will walk to the other side of the room, lay down very loudly, look at you with her pitiful eyes and let out a big “Harumph”-type sigh. If you don’t notice it, she’ll do it again and again! It’s very cute.
Also, we have taught her how to shake, sit, lay down and how to give us “five” with her paw. If she is begging for food and you don’t give it to her, she starts going through her whole repertoire to see if one of those will work! She looks very funny sitting up, laying down, smacking at the air with her paw, shaking her paw over and over!
My cat, Feather, has her own chair (of course) which is the kind that turns. She likes to get on the back of the chair and literally go for a spin. She will stay up there until we either get tired and stop spinning her, or until we shake the chair too much and she falls off the back. She looks so funny when she does this, because she gets herself spread out flat on her belly, and grabs the chair with all of her paws. We also have conversations when I get home from work. I ask her about her day, and she meows back at me.
Pippin doesn’t much like to make noise. Except when he really wants treats, when he’ll look up at me and ask “Mrrff?”
The only solid meows he makes are ten minutes after I go to bed. He’ll let out deep yowls while dragging a knotted shirt which is his favourite toy into the bedroom doorway.
My other cat doesn’t do anything outstandingly cute, but her brother Poseidon (who has been adopted by my parents, along with their sister, Calliope) can do cartwheels to avoid Calliope charging at him.
My mother told me about how last week, when she was cleaning out the pantry, she had put some hard candies on the kitchen counter. Poseidon jumped up, batted one off and jumped down to sniff it. Calliope then jumped up, separated a candy from the others and nudged it toward the edge. She peeked over, made a couple of adjustments and then beaned her brother on the head.
I have two cats and two dogs. All euthanasia list rescues, and all neutered males, which means I’m the only female in the house.
Tom, the big tuxedo kitty, has what we all call “Tom Time.” Anyone in a prone position is in danger. He gets up on you and kneads. But this is not normal kneading - he’s in it for the long haul. He could go for hours. And he does it with all fours, purring like a fiend. But he won’t let you touch him during Tom Time - he takes it very seriously indeed, and, if you ruin his concentration, he gets very upset. But, when his claws are trimmed, it’s almost like a massage.
My other kitty is named Wallace, after William Wallace, because he’s a Scottish Fold. I acquired him right around the time we lost WallyM7, so he now goes by the diminutive of “Wally.” In addition to being a Scottish Fold, he’s also a polydactyl (seven toes on his front paws, five on the backs), and a bob-tailed Manx. The most unusual kitty I’ve ever seen. He sleeps curled around my head - when he purrs, he vibrates. It’s cute.
The dogs - well, they do dog things. My dog, a black and tan Saluki mix named Guinness (black and tan, after all), frequently gets trapped in the guest bathroom when my husband and I leave the house. This happens for reasons known only to the dog. I don’t know why he even goes in there, much less why it only happens when we’re not home.
My husband’s dog is a Golden Retriever. He has this thing about tennis balls - he likes to put them in water. Including my bathtub. There aren’t many things that are as unwelcome in a tub as a slimy tennis ball.
It’s funny how you know what your pet will do under any given circumstances. They’re like people that way!
My cat is not a snuggler. She does not deign to share the couch; if you sit next to her she will jump down and, glaring up at you, disgustedly groom herself to get rid of the monkey cooties. Lapsitting is out of the question, unless she’s in a very odd mood.
But nighttime brings out a peculiar behavior. She likes to sleep with her head resting on my hand, wrist, or arm. If I do not extend a hand for her to sack out on, she parades up and down the side of the bed until I do. Sometimes, she’ll even lay on her back, wedged between my arm and my body with her head resting in the nook of my armpit.
My cat Petite is an inside cat. She does like to go outside but only if I am carrying her. She likes to go by each of the plants and smell them. She also has this thing for my panties. If she can get at them, she will carry them in her mouth and places them in a row. What I end up with is a trail of undies down the hall.
I have a new puppy named Sassy. She is 4 months old. I got her on Dec 24 so we are still getting used to each other. She is a terrier cross and has alot of energy and is hard headed. One thing that she does, which while not quite cute is definitely part of her personality, is she sits on the other two dogs. These dogs are both old so they don’t move that fast, so Sassy will get next to them and sit on them. Sassy is cute when she yawns, she makes a noise like a person would.
When my two cats were younger, they used to come running to watch me take a leak. If outside, they’d leap through the open window and sprint through the apartment, knocking stuff over along the way, then stand on their hind paws with their front paws on the edge of the bowl and watch my pee hit the water. It seemed to be the highlight of their day. They’ve long since given up running to watch pee-splash, but they still can’t get enough of watching the toilet flush.
HyperKitty (real name: Mud)
- watches me take a shower (clear shower curtain)
- attempts to flush the toilet (bats at the handle, but can’t quite get the pressure to move it enough)
- comes to me when I whistle for her, then immediately…
- lies down like a cow (front legs down, then rolls the whole body down) - FWUMP!
- attacks her favorite toy - not the catnip mouse or jingly ball, oh no - a belt loop from an old pair or jeans
- lies on me when I sleep, and readjusts when I roll over so she is always lying on top of my torso
Dang, I love that cat.
The late Blessed Cat would bash his head against the oven door when he wanted to be fed. It made a very loud noise and got our attention, so I suppose in a way we were giving him positive reinforcement for his odd behaviour.
My old housemate’s cat, Fleabag, was a sweater shagger. Every night he would make wild kitty whoopee with a wooly jumper that had shrunk in the washing machine. He would be at it for hours at a time, gripping the scruff of the jumper’s collar in his teeth, growling and thrusting like some kind of pneumatic sweater shagging machine. Sometimes he’d get so excited that he’d actually fall off.
My cat Salem will do that kneading thing, but only when I am asleep, and on my stomach. I often wake up in the middle of the night, with her on my back, kneading away at my shoulders.
She also likes to get in the shower after it’s been used and slide around on the wet drops.
She likes to sit on my lap while I am at the computer and tries to type. I should have named her “Keyboard” or “Spacebar” since she loves to hit the keys as I type.
She’s also been known to watch TV, and bats at things moving around on the screen.
Heifer does little cat-somersaults. He will put his head down, and tuck it under and heave his rump up and over, and then lays there on his back, waiting for a belly rub.
He likes to get in the linen closet and take a nap on the stacks of towels.
He also steals small stuffed animals (like Beanie Babies) from the kid’s rooms and leave them in the kitchen by the food and water bowls. We haven’t figured out why. I think he thinks they’re hungry. 
My dog Blaze will pick up his dog chews and throw them at you, so you’ll throw them for him to catch. It’s very cute! He also does the nudge thing, to get petted. He’s very sweet.