My cats insist on smelling my breath. They will poke their faces up into mine and sniff-sniff-sniff until I pop open the hood, as it were. Then they get right in there and sniff deeply and repeatedly. I figure whatever instinct compels them to sniff each other’s butts is at work here.
They don’t enjoy it when I’ve just brushed my teeth, however. That fresh minty smell makes their eyes water and they back off instantly, offended.
Rin headbutts things. She used to run full tilt head first into doors to open them until she figured out using her paws was just as effective and less painful.
My Otto uses the toilet like a human, and we didn’t train him to do it! One day we heard a running water sound and went to investigate and he was just finishing up! Took several days to finally catch him in the middle to get proof. Too bad he doesn’t know how to flush… Another weird thing is he has an obsession with a throw blanket. Wherever the blanket is, he will go knead on it, get done, then walk away. He has no interest in it other that to knead it. And if you just so happened to be using said throw blanket when he gets the urge? He will take it away from you, either by giving you a pitiful look and meowing like he’s in pain or by just clawing at it til it falls to the floor!
Shadow loves being petted and skritched, and will beg for attention. He’ll even sit on a human’s lap. He just doesn’t want to be confined in someone’s arms.
My ex-girlfriend’s cat Oliver was a Maine Coon that she got from the shelter. He was black as night and easily over 20 pounds. He was skittish at first and rarely let anyone pet him – except in the middle of the night. About 2 am, he’d jam his head between my shoulder blades and push with all his might until I would scritch his chin and ears.
In the morning, when he decided it was time for me to get up, he’d pick up my glasses in his mouth and drop them on the nightstand. Repeat as often as necessary to wake the human and get him to put his glasses on.
that’s what he does!
I’ve posted before about Puppy-Cat, the lilac Siamese I owned who was abandoned by his mother and raised by a female dog with puppies. He fetched, drank out of the tooilet, and walked on a leash.
Whenever we had company, Puppy-Cat would sit up on the back of the couch, perfectly still. As soon as the guest was sitting comfortably in a chair, preferably with a drink and some refreshments, PC would take a flying leap and land right in their lap.
Cuss words followed by laughing ensued.
I had one who felt it was absolutely necessary to be in the bathroom with you if you were going to shut the door. You had to let him in, or the meowing would rapidly escalate to yowling. He sounded like he was in pain. I learned to warn visitors, after so many said,”Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have let him in!” He was obsessed with anything anyone did on the toilet. He would sit right next to the toilet, (where the pegs hold the seat off the bowl,) and he would watch, then lift his face and smell, look and smell, look and smell. Honestly, you had to remind yourself he was just a cat, the amount of focus was embarrassing. After about 8 months of this, he jumped up on the seat, put his front paws on the left side of the seat, and his back paws on the right, and peed all over the toilet!! A friend was in the bathroom when he did this, and my friend shouted at him. Poor little guy, he never tried it again. But I was so proud of him!! He was smart, not crazy!
He enjoyed getting in the bathtub with me. He would sit on the edge of the tub and talk to me. One day, I felt the water moving behind me, and when I turned around to look, there he was, up to his shoulders in water and looking at me as if I were the weird one!
This same cat would jump up on my chest about 5 minutes after my alarm went off, and lick my eyelids. It wasn’t feeding time, he just knew I was supposed to get up when that thing made noise.
He was one strange cat.
I have two cats and they have two bowls in which I put their food. The weird thing is they both only want the bowl on the left. It doesn’t matter which bowl is on the left, or if I scoot them down so that the right one is now where the left one was. They’ll eat all the food from the left one before even touching the identical food in the right-hand bowl. Why? Dunno.
No picture of him doing so but Chippie the Maine Coon likes to sleep in a bathroom sink during summer.
Mine could be peacefully laying on the bed, half-asleep, and out of nowhere he will jump off and start tearing around the house at lightning speed. No provocation, no reason, and it usually lasts 10 minutes before he calms the hell down again. It’s quite funny to see him freak out.
When you call to her, my smaller cat Nikki does this little gesture with her head where she makes a small, swift upward tilt with her chin. I suspect that her eyesight is not very good and she’s trying to gain perspective, but it makes her look *exactly *as if she’s saying “Yo, whazzup homie?”
She also decided on her very first day with us that the place for a cat to sleep is at it’s humans’ feet. During the day she’ll sprawl all over the bed, but once a person has lay down, down towards the shins she goes. Same thing with the couch: if I lay down so my head is near her, she’ll jump down, go around, and hop back up onto the other side. The other way is Just Not Proper or something.
Also, she’s obsessed with my hair elastics. Most other toys pretty much get ignored, but I have to hide my hair elastics and, occasionally, rotate their hiding place.
Our other cat, Al, will walk around the house talking to himself when he’s bored. Intricate, baroque multi-syllabic meows that really have to be heard to be believed. One of these days I’ll catch a recording of him for posterity.
My cat is a Freak. He has a leather fetish. And possibly a rubber and a vinyl fetish as well. But he is particularly fond of leather and feet stank.
If you are wearing leather shoes and take them off in my house, you will look down a few minutes later and find my cat laying in them, paws hugging the shoes, rubbing his head inside on the soles. He will purr like he swallowed a lawnmower and will lounge on your shoes (or leather jacket, or purse, or whatever leather object you put on the floor) until you peel him off. He also likes flip flops and stinky socks and dirty underwear. Basically, if it smells like stank, he’s literally all over it.
One of these days, I’m going to find him wandering around the house in a pimping hat, carrying a bullwhip on his tail. If I find the dog tethered in bondage wear, I’m totally getting that cat therapy.
My old cat is the same way. I got her when she was six and the lady said that she didn’t like to be picked up and to this she still doesn’t like it.
He yawns when I talk to him.
Diesil would sigh in frustration… In example, he would be inside watching the front lawn through “his” window (heaven help the vase, lamp, decoration or other item that tried to share “his” perch…)
If a bird, or worse yet, a flock of birds landed in his lawn, while he was trapped behind the window, he would just flick his tale and “sigh”… not flensing, or chittering, and honest to goodness human sigh. Toy rolling under the furniture, and empty food dish and many other things would cause sighs too.
A farm cat my mom had (Name not recalled) once followed me around for most of an afternoon, watching me photograph some huming birds. Later, as we were all seated fo dinner he walked in, and dropped a dead humming bird on my lap. I assume he saw me "STALKING " Them, and wanted to show me 1) those little buggers CAN be caught, you stupid, slow, noisey human, and 2) they aren’t worth the effort, no meat on em…
Lulu sits in the hall and MIAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWS until you drop the attic stairs down so she can get in the attic.
We check the door hourly, but she doesn’t come back for a couple of days typically.
She has 24/7 access to the outside via cat/dog door, but if it’s raining she poops and pees in the tub. I suppose that’s a good thing, though not for the first shower-er of the day…
She often waits for us on the roof of the house.
Back from dinner? Roof.
Movies? Roof.
Vacation? Roof.
My wife is deathly allergic to cats. This is who she seeks out nightly to curl up on her chest and sleep. Every night.
Charlie looked cold, so I covered him up with a throw blanket. He seemed to appreciate it. I didn’t cover up his head, but he retracted his head under the blankie. I guess his nose was cold.
Ours too. She’s friendlier to my shoes than she is to me.
I had a cat that loved being vacuumed. I have all wood floors, no carpet except one room and use a Shop Vac throughout the house. Big Kitty would follow me around when I had it out and flop on whatever I was attempting to suck up. He even liked it when I’d get his whole tail sucked up in the hose. I used to put the brush attachment on and he couldn’t get enough of that.
