I have beams in my living room ceiling. I’m always amazed to see a cat tail or one leg hanging from a beam. Meeko (the girl)scares me to death sleeping up there . She sometimes rolls over and falls out her headboard bed in my room.
I’m waiting on it to rain cats in the LR, one day.
Here’s a cat who really thinks he’s a lion:
My cat, Vienna, will spend a long time staring at the area behind a living room chair. Sometimes she’ll go and spend some time back there, doing absolutely nothing. There’s nothing there that’s in any way unusual, just a wall.
Our cat does this too, but only to Middle Daughter. Four beds to choose from, but only THAT one gets the dead mousy treatment ???
Also: mews to be let in the front door, walks straight through the house, mews to be let out the back. Yes, the outside areas are perfectly well connected…
I should have put “nettles” under “things that surprised you about your first trip overseas”, as I was in the middle of the first day of a 4 day hike in the Cotswolds when I felt a stabbing numbness just under my kneecap and my first thought was I ruined my knee. But then it happened again in different parts of my leg and I figured out it was nettles even though I’d never been stung by them.
Friends of mine had a cat who left dead mice on the dining room table. At first he’d just leave them anywhere on the table, but then started leaving them all at the father’s place at the table. As my friend said, apparently the cat had decided there was only one person in the family who needed to be impressed…
ours do too. We have seen ants coming in from that corner. They love playing with insects
Every morning, like clockwork, one of our two cats heads back upstairs, finds an an old teddy bear that my wife has, and kneads it for about 15 minutes, yeowling like he’s in pain the entire time.
Taz, our Bengal, is a pretty old guy now - about 15 near as we can compute. He acts like he’s always cold - that is, he needs to be either on or plastered next to whoever is seated in the living room. If I’m playing on my tablet while sitting on the couch, he’ll stand beside me, staring, till I tuck him under my left arm so he can steal some body heat. He’ll do the same if I’m knitting in the recliner. Maybe it’s not so much inexplicable as annoying.
Ziva, the part-Persian girl, is about 12 and we’ve had her since early 2009. Most of those years have been spent hiding - either under the bed or behind the loveseat. She’ll venture out for some lovin’ if I’m the only one up and about, but if anyone else is stirring, she’s gone. No clue why - she’s never been treated badly by us (no clue what her life was before we adopted her.) On very very rare occasions, she’ll let my husband pet her, and once she even came up to our granddaughter. But mostly, she freaks out and hides.
Face it, cats is weird.
Or fed.
Sounds like Ursula Jane, one of the three cats my wife had when we got married. My wife called her our “indoor feral cat” – she pretty much only came out of hiding to eat and to use the litter box.
My boy used to have a habit of biting my bread.
It was very weird- my cats are generally well-mannered. They’re not destructive Tasmanian devils who will get into anything not secured with a padlock. My boy was and is a little bit of a beggar, but not a full-on “garbage can cat” like some of the ones at the shelter. I also never saw or heard them messing with the cupboards.
When it was just them and me, I kept my food in a cupboard above the counter. One day, I went to get some bread and… there were holes in it. My first thought was mice, so I checked the rest of the food, the sides of the cupboard for any holes or any sign of mouse poo and… nothing. It wasn’t a bite taken out, by the way. No bread was missing. It was just tooth marks.
This happened a few more times. The cat was always on the list of suspects, but also- maybe it was bugs? Maybe I just caught the bread on something at some point and ripped the bag? Was I SURE there were no mice?
That is, til the day I watched him try to steal my pita bread off the table right in front of me. Turns out the boy just has a thing for bread.
He also bit a bell pepper one day. That was a lot easier to identify because the little cat tooth marks were clearly defined. Like the bread- he didn’t take it anywhere or eat any of it. He just bit it through the plastic and left it.
Oh my goodness. I haven’t thought about this for years. I used to have a cat that did that. At the end of the day the bowl would be full of the little center nubs that she apparently found disgusting and inedible. I would give them to the dog.
One of my cats is a burrower, especially under the covers on my sofa. If she can’t see you, then you can’t see her.
My husband calls Ziva the Unauthorized Cat because I adopted her without consulting him. This from the man who brought home a pug after I said I didn’t want any more dogs…
To conserve water, I put a bucket under the shower while I’m standing there waiting for hot water to come out, so I can use it to water plants or whatever. So I always have a bucket of water in the bathroom after I shower. And every time I finish showering, Nelson the Cat comes in and gets a drink from the bucket. I assure you he has a water dish next to his food that he drinks from when there’s no water in the bucket, but he seems to think the water in the bucket is better.
Allie seems to consider a bubble bath a primo kitty water dish.
I recall reading (sorry, no cite) that cats prefer their drinking water to be some distance from where they’re eating, so that may explain that sort of behaviour.
I know our cats like drinking water from the shower floor - I make sure to run it for a moment or two, and they’re just as happy with that as when it’s freshly us-flavoured.
Yeah my lion-cat 
likes to drink the shower and bath water. I often see him coming out of the bathroom with a guilty look on his face.
Shamus, my late/great Maine Coon, had a very strange habit: before he would drink, he’d rub his paw along the rim of his bowl. Didn’t matter which bowl it was, he did it with out fail.
For years we wondered why on earth he did that. Some Maine coons like to play with water, but his foot never got wet. It was quite the mystery.
Until one day I happened to be sitting in just the right spot and finally realized what he was doing as I watched him looking at the water…when he rubbed the bowl, it created tiny ripples in the water. And he was deciding that way if the water was deep enough to suit him!
He, being amongst the doggiest of cats, would also patiently lead you to the bowl in a Lassie like way to let you know when it needed topping off 
Allie (believed to be Siamese mix) drinks by dunking her paw in the water, then licking the paw. I keep telling her her water would stay cleaner if she’d use her face like a normal cat, and she just gives me the furry teenager “yeah, and your point is…?” face.