Everyone knows that cats are insane. What strange things does yours do?
If you are running a bath, it is mandatory that you lay The Green Towel on the floor, over the bathmat, so that Her Majesty may wriggle around in it, do that backfeet kicking thing with it, and generally purr and writhe to her desired level of pleasure.
Failure to lay down The Green Towel will result in staring, following by meowing, followed by MEOWING.
The Green Towel is practically threadbare and extremely stiff. Some cats like softness, ours likes texture. She also loves the jute bags that we put our grocery shopping in.
Regularly scheduled five o’clock MEOWs. Never fails.
Wonton is blind so just watching the way he maneuvers every day is a trip in itself. Especially when we rearrange the furniture. He prances like a horse, pulling his head back and up like he’s such a proud little fella, but the truth is he’s smacked his nose on doors so many times he knows to go everywhere feet first.
Moving from IMHO to MPSIMS.
When Ruby is in a cuddly mood and very, very content, she starts off with the usual purr while being petted. Then it’s like she reaches a state of nirvana and her eyes drift closed and she begins this weird teeth scraping ritual. I really don’t know how to describe it.
She moves her mouth up and down like she’s trying to talk, but she’s grinding her teeth, somehow. Makes a distinctive sound doing it… kinda sets *my *teeth on edge, actually. But it’s her really, really, REALLY happy kitty sound.
Yeah, Ruby is weird.
When I watch TV I usually am internet surfing at the same time or duing something else besides. When I rent DVDs I lay on the couch and give them my full attention. The cat knows when I turn on the DVD player and knows that means he will have a chest to curl up on. So I get the movie started, lay down on the couch and the cat jumps on my chest and stands there, turns in circles, kneads, whatever… but blocking my view. Push him down or off and he’s right back standing on my chest …same thing. Eventually I figured out that he’s waiting for me to position my left arm exactly the way he wants it at which point he lays down with his head against my cheek and he’s fine until I have to get up.
When I was young I had a cat, and it was pretty normal. The only “odd” thing it did was it hated closed doors. It would mew at an inside door, till you opened it. Then she’d peak her head in and then walk away. She didn’t even want in, she just didn’t like the idea of a closed door.
But she only did it to the internal doors of the house, not the front and back door.
Boris demands a frequent change of cat food flavors. We buy big packs of Fancy Feast. When he gets tired of a flavor he shoves the bowl on the floor. Then he shoves everything from the desk on the floor
Every morning he bitches until he gets his can of food. He is not picky about dry food as long as it is changed regularly.
My cat tries to kill us by lying on the first-from-the-top basement step, so that we will trip over him and tumble down to our deaths.
One of my cats favorite sleeping position is on her belly with her front legs semi-tucked under her with her paws aimed towards her butt and her neck stretched out with her chin resting on the ground.
She looks like one of these.
Our cats Tenchi & Freddy demand Conservation of Cat Mass - one in, the other out.
Thou shalt have no other pets before Tikva, for she is a jealous cat… kinda. Mystery scares her too much to disapprove openly. She just vigorously sniffs you if you’ve been petting The Other Cat. (Mystery is more secure, and not particularly interested in the smell of Tikva). Now the rodents my brother is fostering… THOSE are small and unthreatning. Unless they’re threatning because they smell funny and she doesn’t know what to make of them. I still haven’t figured whether she’s scared, jealous, or some combination thereof. (The mice, on their part, couldn’t care less about big predator sticking her nose in their personal space. The rats are more cat-phobic, though less so when out exploring).
Mystery eats paper. This is not really a strange behavior. This is Mystery in the winter feeling very, very bored.
One of my cats licks my nose. And forehead. Basically my face in general. Let me tell ya, a cats tongue across the forehead isn’t the most pleasant feeling. This cat is kinda fat and also likes to rest her tummy on your arm or leg when she comes to get love. She sorta half lays across your arm or leg but keeps standing on her back legs.
My other cat likes to lick my hand. so much so that she will pin my arm under her body to ensure that she can lick my arm until it is clean.
They both love Lays potato chips. When I open a bag they come running. Of course, they just lick the salt off the chips and leave the soggy remains for the humans to pick up. They don’t get this treat too often but the absolutely dig Lays.
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Max-cat must be in the bathroom when I’m taking a shower. If he wasn’t around to follow me in and misses it, nine times out of ten, when I step out, he’s sitting outside the door.
Tiny dark places are the best places for cats to hide. I don’t know if that’s particularly weird, but it is pretty funny to open a cabinet and find Max-cat looking at me.
One of my husband’s cats loves the way he tastes. He comes home from work, plops down in his chair, turns on the TV…and Chaos is in his lap. She gnaws on his hand and fingers while he watches TV.
I have one of the few cats in existence who hates being picked up and hugged. I don’t know what happened to Shadow, but if he gets picked up he panics and struggles until he’s put down.
Sapphire is a Siamese, and as such, she is queen of all she surveys, and also the chief supervisor. Nobody can do anything right unless she watches them do it. This applies to both cats and humans.
Charlie is a rather energetic boy. If Shadow is strolling down the hallway, and Charlie also wants to get to the other end of the hallway, Charlie will just lope along and hop over Shadow. He won’t go around, he’ll just jump over Shadow as if Shadow were some slowmoving furry hurdle. Which of course he is.
My Charlie is very, very, very desperate to mate with my left elbow. Also, he has successfully trained us to let him in the house via the living room window. He enters this way more than a few times every evening.
My fat kitty will not drink from anything other than the inground pool. He’ll raise a fuss in the middle of the night till he gets let out for a quick slurp or two, then he’s good to go. Sometimes I want to hold his face under the surface to make sure he gets a good enough drink to last him a while. 
Our first cat, Mew, was exactly the same way!
She had some other strange habits, too. My favorite story is how she learned to demand being brushed. She loooooved being brushed, and one day, somehow, she figured out that when she heard the hair dryer that I had a brush in my hand, so she came in the bathroom, sat on the toilet (lid is always closed) and gave me those Puss-in-Boots eyes until I brushed her.
This went on for a while, that whenever I turned on the hair dryer, there she was, perched on the seat. Then one day I opened the shower curtain to get out and saw her already sitting there (nearly scared the bejeezus out of me before I cracked up). Seems she started putting 2 + 2 together and realized that before the hair dryer sound, always came the shower sound, so why wait?
Then one night my husband and I heard her crying out. We were scared she was hurt or something and went running through the house to find her. Lo and behold, there she was, sitting on the toilet, yelling to us to come brush her. And from then on, whenever she wanted to be brushed, she’d go in the bathroom, sit on the toilet and meow until we came in with a brush.
Hilarious cat.
Since I’ve had several cats do this ‘to’ me, I have to suspect it’s not the cats but maybe their owner…
I tend to go for the runts. I like runts. They tend to be small.
They tend to be small enough, even when grown, to pretty much stick their whole heads inside my mouth when they’re inspecting what I just had for dinner and didn’t share with them.
No, I haven’t closed my mouth around their little heads and walked around with a kitty hanging out of my mouth.
But the mental image will make crack up at any time at all.
My Denver is another one. He hates being picked up, and will struggle. But he will meow for skritches and rubbings which he enjoys–as long as the attention he receives doesn’t involve being picked up.
Denver’s other quirk is that if I put a pile of pocket change on the table, he will sit next to it, look at it, and carefully pick one coin out. Then he will push it to the edge of the table until it falls on the floor. He will do this until all the coins are on the floor. But he never swipes at a few coins or the whole pile; he slowly and carefully picks one coin at a time.
When I watch TV, Fiona likes to perch on my shoulder and groom my beard. Her whiskers tickle!