So many times I can’t even count I’ve walked into the kitchen to find either Cory or Indigo on the counter by the microwave, sitting calmly, staring into the corner. We’ve inspected and can’t find anything interesting over there. No smells, no sounds, no signs of bugs or mice or anything… At least three times I’ve caught them both sitting there together. I really, really wish we could figure out WHY. Dan and I were laughing so hard tonight that we were both in tears. It’s just so goofy seeing them sitting there, doing nothing, facing the wall…
Look at the second pic. It is pretty obvious they are looking at their reflection in the tile.
In the lone pic the cat is sort of crouched. The cat is scared but curious at what he is seeing. The second pic they are together. Bravery in numbers and all that.
Sort of like a cat seeing themselves in a mirror but in this case it is not clear enough to them what they are actually seeing is their own shadows reflected on the tile.
Or they are just stange which of course can be the case since they are cats.
My cat (or cats, before the Pork Roast passed on) used to sit and stare at the wall like that when the heat kicked on, because the ducts inside the walls made little ticking expansion sounds, so I suppose it could be that.
Or it could be that something in the next universe over caught their attention.
I’ve got a couple of grays that do the same thing. Unfortunately, it’s usually because of mice. Still…they’ll do it in non-mousey areas of the house. It’s a pact. I’m sure of it.
No, first off because the tile doesn’t reflect much (it only looks that shiny because of the camera flash) and second because half the time when I go in there and they are doing that, there is no light on in that room. Plus they never look at themselves in the mirror, even though there is one on the floor leaning against the wall in the other room.
This is possible. My cats were staring hard at my bathtub in the fall. Turns out there were mouse droppings underneath it. I thought the smell of cat was supposed to keep mice out of the house, but it doesn’t work that way here.
Tell me about it! I used to live in a place that must’ve had a “Welcome rodents!” sign outside because I got lots and lots of wee mice trouping in despite four cats in residence.
Two of the cats ignored them. The other two liked to team up to play kitty badminton with whatever unfortunate mouse they caught – usually around 3:00 a.m.
I don’t know which was worse – waking up to the sounds and taking the terrified little beast away from an indignant feline (using a washcloth, even half awake I wasn’t THAT stupid) so I could dump the wee miscreant outside with a Stern Warning not to return, or walking out of the bedroom in the morning to find the mangled residue, complete with upchuck, of the game’s conclusion.
Hee! The most sensible theory, I agree, is that they’re hearing something in the wall that the useless humans can’t pick up. But I like this explanation much better.
