something like this funny video of a cat drinking from a tap?
Banzai of blessed memory used to ride mrAru’s shoulder around. He loved black olives, celery and raw spinach. He would drink my coffee if I let him. He particularly like rumplemintz schnaps.
Jezabel likes to play fetch with the little yellow foamy earplugs. No other foamy ones, specifically the yellow ones the US navy buys by the millions. She has never been outside for more than 2 minutes unless in a cat carrier going somewhere. She believes that the outside is cold wet and snowy/rainy, there is no ‘door into summer’ for her. She must snuggle up tucked in under my left arm for the morning and post lunch nap and will sit there making sad kitty eyes and crying until I make room for her. She prefers to sleep on the corner of the bed at my feet at night. She will not eat people food. She likes to sleep slightly covered with a blanket.
Pyewacket of blessed memory was once known to the animal control people in Portsmouth VA as "Conan the Cat’ as he had a habit of attacking the dogs in the neighborhood. He was a massive 20 pound once tom cat that was solid muscle. He was one of the fastest cats I have ever seen hunting. He could go from sitting at my feet on the front step, to across the street and at the base of the tree by the time a squirrel could get to the bottom branches. He entered and exited the house through a small broken pane of glass in a second floor window with a convenient tree branch. He was an inseparable companion to my wold hybrid Lugh of blessed memory.
Like some alchemist/scientist, my cat drops random things into his water bowl: keys, socks, guitar picks, mp3 players, wallets :eek:
I sometimes think I should have named him Galileo, or Newton.
My cat will sit on the back of my couch and lick my head. It’s strangely relaxing…
Hey F.U.S., my Mia does that as well. Not often. I’m not sure if she is trying to brine the stuffed mousie/dead leaf/twist tie or drown it. Maybe she just wants me to clean the bowl. Neither of the other cats do that.
Zaru-chan is obsessed with ponytails. She hates them, and will work very hard to remove the offending binding object from your hair. She waits until I sit in my computer chair, where she stands on the back of the chair behind my head, balances her front paws on my head, and uses her teeth to pull out the the hair scrunchie, elastic, or whatever.
Same cat is obsessed with my mother’s hair. Loved how it smelled, and would sit on the back of the sofa and rub her face all over mom’s hair. It was very, very odd. 
Baxter brings me his toys and leaves them on the floor by my side of the bed. And, like F. U. Shakespeare’s cat, will drop random things in the water bowl, but mostly toys. And any dirty socks he can get his paws on.
My Shaney did the same thing, and we had a comedy routine involving:
“Shaney! What’s going on?”
“MEOW!”
“What’s that, girl?”
‘MEOW! MEEEOW!’
“What’s that you say?”
“MEEEE-ROW! MOWWWW!”
Timmy’s in the well?
“MEOW!”
“And he needs our help?”
MEOW!
“Let’s go!”
When I got home from work, she would run up to me flat out,then leap into my arms. The utter belief she had that I’d **always **catch her was amazing.
One of my cats does a happy dance. He lies down on his side, then abruptly rolls over to the other side. He’ll go from side to side several times, while watching me, making sure I’m paying attention to him. He especially does this when I come home or when I go downstairs in the morning.
I have much the same thing when I let my female cat in, only more along the lines of: Was it awful? Was it terrible? Was there wind? etc.
Nice!
Not quite like that – Max will stick her paw under the water, then lick it off for a minute or two before very tentatively venturing to drink directly from the stream, moving her little head closer and closer until her tongue finds it. As often as not, she’ll then back up again and go back to the paw routine – funny thing about that is she will sometimes lean in close to lick the water from her paw and inadvertently get her cheek or the top of her head under the stream and wind up with a bit of a damp head anyway. Not the extent of the kitteh in this video, but with a couple soggy spots. 
She wasn’t worried; she’d just latch on with claws if you didn’t catch her.
I like to tell my cats I’ll do something bad to them if they come over (like smack them on the head) and then entice them over. “Come here and I’ll smack you on the head. Here, kitty kitty kitty!” They usually come over (then I smack them).
I like to threaten my cats. I tell them that I’m gonna step on them, or I’m gonna sit on them. They just look at me, daring me to do it.
They don’t LIKE it when I actually step on them or sit on them. I never do this on purpose, it’s just that sometimes they get underfoot or underbutt and I don’t see them. Since I’m fairly short, I tend to sit on the edge of my seat, and cats just LOVE to crawl into the space between my back and the chair back, and sometimes I lean back, and then I discover that a cat is there.
My Himalayan, Marco, is pretty much of a dullard. He works on a 20-second delay - show him a toy or a string, or a bit of tuna, and it takes 20 seconds to get him to show interest, if any. He sleeps on his back, paws up, all stretched out. (His winter coat is starting to mat up, which will require extensive brushing until his new, lighter, shorter summer coat emerges, and he will lose 3-4 lbs. of winter weight, but that’s another topic altogether). His oddest habit: We have one of those rabbit fur-covered- toy-kittens-in-a-basket that little cat-loving girls used to get as presents. When all else fails, we get out his ‘baby’ and he holds it in his paws and licks and grooms it. Strange for a male cat, isn’t it? Then we put it away for another time, and he meows pitifully, “I want to keep my baby!!!”
Yesterday I was cleaning some of the wax out of my ears, and wiped some of the icky stuff on a tissue. My cat went crazy, licking and chewing on it. Why would a cat want to eat ear wax?
They do it to each other all the time. You will see them sitting and licking clean the inside of each others ears.
There is a cat that I gave away to some neighborhood kids that often comes back to visit. He lives alone, now that their other cat has died. Sometimes I take a q-tip and clean out his ears if they look dirty. He always wants to sniff and sometimes lick or bite at the q-tip afterwards. So there must be something to that smell.
I had a cat in high school that would stuff her head into any freshly vacated shoe that she found. She was particularly fond of my older brothers shoes, which were resplendent with teenage-boy stink at the time. After a few hours she was no longer interested. Once she got into the closet where our laundry hamper was and crawled into the pile of dirty clothes. When my mother found her she was sucking on the armpit of a T-shirt that my brother had worn to the gym that day, and actually drooling in delight.
When I first began fostering my dog, she had a yeast infection in her ears. I didn’t realize it until I was cleaning her ears and a bit of… stuff… fell out of her ear and onto the floor. My cat Newt sniffed the… stuff, and commenced to rolling around in it and losing her mind. She never even shows that much interest in catnip. Weirdo.
Newt cat will suck her toe when she curls up next to someone. She essentially tucks one of her back paws up under her and gets working on that toe. I judge her emotional health by how often I hear toe-sucking noise. I forget how weird it is until someone is visiting and Newt curls up next to me on the couch and sucks toe for security. She doesn’t suck blankets or clothes, but she can’t resist any fringe or thin ribbons.
Pierre drinks my bathwater, regardless of temperature. He will cry if I don’t draw a deep enough tub for him to reach the water. I have to give him credit, though, he’s never fallen in.
Pierre has gotten his head stuck in shoes before. He loves foot smell, the funkier the better. He will cry if I try to take away a freshly-removed-from-foot shoe. He prefers men’s shoes, I think because of the stronger smell. He’d lose his mind if we had a teenage boy around.
And we’ve moved on to “gross things cats do”… 
My cats love a nice, funky used dishrag - the funkier the better. Like if you leave it in dirty water overnight, then wring it out and dry it out, it will be the BEST THING EVER! They don’t get that treat very often, since I’m not THAT bad a housekeeper.
My Maine coon, Rasputin, loves bread. My first year with him, I would wake up with loaves of bread in my bedroom with teeth marks through the bag. I once caught him dragging his latest bread kill into the room. It was so hilarious as he tried to walk with the bread between his legs!
Ras also does his business when I do. I keep my apartment fairly cold at night during the winter so Ras tunnels under my blankets and curls up against me. The way he wakes me up in the morning is patting my face with his paws. If I am lying down on my back, she likes to lie across my legs, using my ankle as a pillow.
One of his favorite toys are rubber bands. He can smell them anywhere.