Easy question.
I’m bored, it’s Saturday, and I’m looking for entertainment.
I’ll start.
I cannot make a drink without throwing an icecube on the kitchen floor for my kitten to play with. He goes freakin’ nuts. He plays with it until it melts and then drinks it.
Weird little guy.
I meant Friday.
:smack: moron.
Dusty found a bag of shotgun wads, a soft plastic cup about 3/4 of an inch in diameter and a few inches long. They were easy to chew on and bat around so she loved them. She left them in the bed, presumable as a gift of dead mice to TheLadyLion and myself. Drives TLL nuts. One day I discovered she likes chasing them. I found one in the bed and tossed it out the bedroom door. Dusty bolted after it like her life depended on it, bounded down the stairs and brough it back to me. Lather, rinse, repeat, etc. I have a cat that plays fetch.
On one hand, Nikita likes the usual cat toys. Catnip bags, paper towel tubes, feathers on sticks. She’s always had a fetish for long, skinny objects; she used to be a chronic pen thief, short pieces of rope drive her crazy, and my sister’s poor corn snake didn’t survive its encounter with the kitty.
On the other hand, she’s a total hardware geek, and she knows she’s up to no good. She makes a game of picking up screws and spitting them out, chewing on the plug ends of audio and data cables, and trying to carry away all of my toys!
Occasionally, she just decides to be bad. You know how some cats like to shove things around with her paws? Yep, that’s her. Pushing keys and batteries around on a table. Throwing my glasses on the floor. Knocking my phone on the floor!
I swear, if she wasn’t so sweet and cute, I’d throttle her. 
Love that video! Just a quick question, is she a bengal?
And, as to the previous post, can you teach a cat to play fetch?
Ms Boods: she likes to fetch and carry ruffled shaped pasta; she carries around knotted socks as if they were kittens; the all time fave toy is this red rubber thing that she found under the stove. I think it’s something that was on the stove legs to keep it from scratching the floor when it’s moved around – no idea what it is, but it’s like kitty crack to her.
Mr Nuts: Ditto the Red Rubber Thing
Pinky: She loves plastic carrier bags from the supermarket, crunching around on them, hiding under them, and licking them. She also likes it if you place a piece of tissue paper on the floor, and she will crackle all around with it until there is nothing left of it.
All three of them like to catch mice – except Mr Nuts likes to leave them for me under my look treadles.
LOOM treadles :smack:
Anything and everything. Paper bags, cardboard boxes, shoelaces, my fingers, the cardboard tubes after the toilet paper is gone, the toilet paper itself, dust bunnies, anything they find. They also love to play “chase the dot”. I shine a laser pointer on the wall and they try to catch it.
Phoebe, my little tabby girl, is 20 years old (!). When she was younger, her favorite toy was the rubber stopper from the garbage disposal. She would haul it out of the sink and drag it all around the house. She now weighs 5 pounds and has 3 teeth, but is in great shape considering her age- she scares the crap out of the 50-pound dog.
My cat plays with a USB/PS2 converter. Yes. I am a dork.
Sniffs_Markers use to date someone who had a cat. If the kitty got rowdy, you’d just have to go to the bathroom, unwrap a brand new tampon and kitty would go wild.
She said one day a FedEx guy arrived with a pakcage and kitty was throwing a tampon around gleefully while Sniff’s ex was signing for the box and the poor guy turned three shades of purple and a bright scarlet. He was mortified.
My cat plays with flexible drinking straws. Leave one lying around anywhere in my house and he will find it, knock it to the floor, pounce on it, and toss it into the air repeatedly.
If I drop an olive on the floor he will roll all over it, chase it a bit, then roll on it some more. I haven’t quite figured that out yet.
And he chews on crinkly plastic bags because he enjoys the sound. He chooses to do this in the middle of the night, usually on days when I have to get up early the next morning for an exam.
Little yellow foam earplugs. She carries them around, plays fetch with them,and tkes them into the bathtub and plays solo JaiLai with them. It is sort of cute…she will want to play at about 0300 in the morning, and will jump up on the bed with it in her mouth and drop it next to my hand. If I am awake I will toss it for her and she romps off after it and brings it back. I have no idea of how many mornings I have woken up with the damn thing embedded in my face from rolling over onto it and continuing to sleep after she drops it for me to toss again=\
I found my cats playing with a dreidel. That’s how I knew they were Jewish. ;j Unfortunately, they didn’t actually spin it, or you’d see me on Letterman.
Natasha also loves the little caps that go over the bolts in the base of the toilet. She has removed them from all 4 bathrooms.
Ooooooh, that reminds me…
Once in a blue moon, Fatcat goes through phases where he steals and hords something. Apparently he chose earplugs at some point. So he had a stash of earplugs under my bed. My housemante’s cat, OldCat, was not feeling well (had liver problems, it turned out). He decided, “I need to puke.” And then asked himself “What would make me puke? Hey, those yellow foam things would do the trick!”
So he ate a couple earplugs from Fatcat’s private stash. So… foam earplugs are like sponges. They expand in water… or stomach goo. In fact, they’ll block little kitty intestines if swallowed. My housemate had to rush OldCat to the vet for emergency abdominal surgery.
Housemate was NOT happy. The vet gave him the earplugs. He “bronzed” them with spraypaint, and when OldCat died of ancientness, he had the earplugs added to his urn.
Ziggy loves brand new (shudder) tampons too. My wife won’t let me give them to him any more though.
He also likes those flexy hair ties with the wire running through the middle.
My hair. Everytime I lie down on the couch he sneaks up behind me and starts batting it around.
YES! What is it about cats and foam earplugs? My cat would go through my earplugs SO FAST.
Others are laser pointers (I just have to shake the little keychain to get them to come out of wherever they are at a gallop) and little ends of red ribbon, which Zazou will eat and then puke up. Why can’t they just scratch their little post? But nooooo…
Maxx will wait patiently while I open a gallon of milk. If I happen to forget and throw away the “zip strip” he’ll stand at the cabinet door where the trash is and meow mournfully until I get it out. He does the ice cube dance too.
Cassy steals yellow wire nuts, hiding them in various places for me to suck up in the vacuum. She will chase anything up or down the stairs. Being lazy, I’ll throw rolls of TP up to the landing, races up with each one, then back down to chase another. She doesn’t touch them just runs after them.
Both she and Maxx play “Will you look at me if I knock this off the desk? What about this?”
We have a spray bottle set on stun as a deterrent, but, Maxx bites at the water stream. Well, he follows the vacuum cleaner around too. I think he’s protecting me from it.
That is HER paper towel tube and woe to anyone who tries to take it from her!
The male cat who lives here loves to shred paper every now and then. He’ll get this gleam in his eye and start pawing at the phone book or newspaper. That’s our cue to set the sports section (which nobody in the house reads) down on the floor and let him release his frustrations on it. He’ll work on it for several minutes, and when he’s done, the paper can be used as packing material. We’ve joked that he should get a job as a paper shredder, as he shreds more thoroughly than a crosscut shredder.
The female cat will steal drinking straws. She’s terrible. One does not dare leave one’s soft drink with a straw in it unattended. She’ll take it and kill it. Apparently drinking straws are Undead and have to be killed several times each. She also will fish used cotton swabs out of the bathroom trash and play with them. In fact, she regards the bathroom trash can as a toy repository. ::sigh:: She’s entirely too clever and dextrous for comfortable living.
