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Please please please tell me you can get a video of this! I am dying just thinking about it!
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What Are Some Strange/funny Things Your Cat Does?
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Please please please tell me you can get a video of this! I am dying just thinking about it!
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In the morning he will go behind the bed, then I'll see the top of his head and paws randomly popping up at the side of the bed. He will stand like that until I touch his paws then go down and pop up again in different place.
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Two things come to mind, right away,
One. When my cat, Buddy, was just several months old, I noticed him working at imitating his mother's voice. She had developed an infection, after a vet visit, and acquired a very raspy voice. I could hear him practicing day and night -- and, finally, he had it down pat. I couldn't tell the difference between the two cats' meows.
While he was working so hard at this, I thought I could interest him in imitating my voice. So, when he accomplished his mother's voice, I started saying "I love you" in way I thought he'd take interest in. He did! He practiced and practiced. He had trouble rolling the "L" sounds. I think it took three or four months, but he could really say it perfectly! Not only that -- he taught other cats to say it, as well. (I think they wanted to learn because they thought it pleased me. It did, but I them all the same & just as much.) I had three or four cats that could say it. I, often, refer to Buddy as "the Rich Little of Cats".
Two. My cat Scooter (now deceased) was on a high bookshelf in my home office. I walked in, saw him, and told him to get down, as I sat down at my desk. To get down, he jumped on to the printer nearby and, in doing so, stepped on to several of the control buttons. The printer lit up and made a bunch of noise. Scooter, now on my lap, looked back and his eyes lit up. He knew he had done that. Then, he leaped back on to the printer, pranced around for a few seconds
, and jumped back on to my lap. He turned around, quickly, to look at the printer. He was sooo disappointed that there was no noise, no lights blinking. I thought it was amazing that he knew he made the printer work, but I was stunned that he tried to do it again. I was going to teach him that he had to step on the buttons, but I feared walking in to the office and finding papers (spit out from the printer) all over the room, some day.
Oh, I just thought of another! Three.
I had a pair of slipper boots that I wore all the time, if I was home. My cat Star had not known anything else -- she was born seeing me in my slippers. When we moved to our current location, it was late Fall and I, probably, wore my slippers to bed to keep my feet warm. But, when Spring came, I took them off, at night, and left them by the bed.
About that same time, Star started crying at night. (Actually, it was a long time before I figured out it was Star -- if the cats were indoors, they usually slept in the living room and I wasn't sure which was crying.) And, sometimes, I would find a slipper in my bed, in the morning. I, actually, wondered if I had taken them off, at all, kicking them off my feet during the night and knocking one to the floor. It happened so often though, I really wondered if I was going mad.
This went on weeks (4, maybe even 6)! Finally, I stayed awake to help figure out what was going on. I pretended to be asleep. It wasn't ten minutes later, a cat would cry in the other room. Rather than rush out to find out what was wrong & console them, I stayed in bed. Ten minutes later, I heard a cat come in the room. It picked up a slipper boot and drug it onto the bed. Then, she -- I now knew it was Star -- jumped down and got the other slipper and drug it up on the bed. Make no mistake -- these boots were pretty heavy. I'm amazed she could get them on the bed. Then, Star sat there -- watching the slippers and whimpering. I sat up. Her first instinct was to run, but she stopped herself. She looked soooo sad! The bottom line was she thought I was going to die without "my feet"... my slippers. I told her it was OK -- I patted my feet and showed her I was in no pain. I gave the slippers a little toss and showed her I couldn't have cared less -- "Eh! not a problem!" I pet her and hugged her for caring so much and I know she was 100% relieved. She never cried or moved my slippers again.
OK, four. Sorry. I had a blind cat, Stevie, an, until he convinced me he didn't want to be babied, I worried about him constantly. He was an outdoor cat. (I live in a wooded, country area.) I couldn't find him and I called for a half hour. Another cat, Mohammed, meowed and took off passed me. He got over to the fence, turned around, and meowed twice. I ran over -- and there was Stevie, on the other side of the fence. He couldn't find the holes I made for the cats to get in & out. I thanked Mo, who really hated Stevie, and, then, talked Stevie over to a hole where he could get in. I thought it was so amazing that Mo led me to Stevie -- esp. since he hated Stevie. He'd just as soon Stevie never came back, but he knew I was upset.
Before I think of more "things" about my amazing cats, I will leave you with this photo of Buddy. When he was a baby, he'd dig holes in my flower pot to sleep. He did this three times before I put chicken wire beneathe the moss to ekkp Buddy out. (We lived in an apartment, then. He longed for "nature".)
One. When my cat, Buddy, was just several months old, I noticed him working at imitating his mother's voice. She had developed an infection, after a vet visit, and acquired a very raspy voice. I could hear him practicing day and night -- and, finally, he had it down pat. I couldn't tell the difference between the two cats' meows.
While he was working so hard at this, I thought I could interest him in imitating my voice. So, when he accomplished his mother's voice, I started saying "I love you" in way I thought he'd take interest in. He did! He practiced and practiced. He had trouble rolling the "L" sounds. I think it took three or four months, but he could really say it perfectly! Not only that -- he taught other cats to say it, as well. (I think they wanted to learn because they thought it pleased me. It did, but I them all the same & just as much.) I had three or four cats that could say it. I, often, refer to Buddy as "the Rich Little of Cats".
Two. My cat Scooter (now deceased) was on a high bookshelf in my home office. I walked in, saw him, and told him to get down, as I sat down at my desk. To get down, he jumped on to the printer nearby and, in doing so, stepped on to several of the control buttons. The printer lit up and made a bunch of noise. Scooter, now on my lap, looked back and his eyes lit up. He knew he had done that. Then, he leaped back on to the printer, pranced around for a few seconds
, and jumped back on to my lap. He turned around, quickly, to look at the printer. He was sooo disappointed that there was no noise, no lights blinking. I thought it was amazing that he knew he made the printer work, but I was stunned that he tried to do it again. I was going to teach him that he had to step on the buttons, but I feared walking in to the office and finding papers (spit out from the printer) all over the room, some day. Oh, I just thought of another! Three.
I had a pair of slipper boots that I wore all the time, if I was home. My cat Star had not known anything else -- she was born seeing me in my slippers. When we moved to our current location, it was late Fall and I, probably, wore my slippers to bed to keep my feet warm. But, when Spring came, I took them off, at night, and left them by the bed. About that same time, Star started crying at night. (Actually, it was a long time before I figured out it was Star -- if the cats were indoors, they usually slept in the living room and I wasn't sure which was crying.) And, sometimes, I would find a slipper in my bed, in the morning. I, actually, wondered if I had taken them off, at all, kicking them off my feet during the night and knocking one to the floor. It happened so often though, I really wondered if I was going mad.
This went on weeks (4, maybe even 6)! Finally, I stayed awake to help figure out what was going on. I pretended to be asleep. It wasn't ten minutes later, a cat would cry in the other room. Rather than rush out to find out what was wrong & console them, I stayed in bed. Ten minutes later, I heard a cat come in the room. It picked up a slipper boot and drug it onto the bed. Then, she -- I now knew it was Star -- jumped down and got the other slipper and drug it up on the bed. Make no mistake -- these boots were pretty heavy. I'm amazed she could get them on the bed. Then, Star sat there -- watching the slippers and whimpering. I sat up. Her first instinct was to run, but she stopped herself. She looked soooo sad! The bottom line was she thought I was going to die without "my feet"... my slippers. I told her it was OK -- I patted my feet and showed her I was in no pain. I gave the slippers a little toss and showed her I couldn't have cared less -- "Eh! not a problem!" I pet her and hugged her for caring so much and I know she was 100% relieved. She never cried or moved my slippers again.
OK, four. Sorry. I had a blind cat, Stevie, an, until he convinced me he didn't want to be babied, I worried about him constantly. He was an outdoor cat. (I live in a wooded, country area.) I couldn't find him and I called for a half hour. Another cat, Mohammed, meowed and took off passed me. He got over to the fence, turned around, and meowed twice. I ran over -- and there was Stevie, on the other side of the fence. He couldn't find the holes I made for the cats to get in & out. I thanked Mo, who really hated Stevie, and, then, talked Stevie over to a hole where he could get in. I thought it was so amazing that Mo led me to Stevie -- esp. since he hated Stevie. He'd just as soon Stevie never came back, but he knew I was upset.
Before I think of more "things" about my amazing cats, I will leave you with this photo of Buddy. When he was a baby, he'd dig holes in my flower pot to sleep. He did this three times before I put chicken wire beneathe the moss to ekkp Buddy out. (We lived in an apartment, then. He longed for "nature".)
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I meant to mention, Buddy is 16 1/2 years old now. And, though he's usually outside, right now, he's comfy on my electric blanket, at me feet.
We've created a monster! We encouraged Yammy ( nickname because he is the color of a yam) to tear up the newspaper when we were done with it. He absolutely takes great joy in doing so and has shreds of paper everywhere. He will come running from clear across the house from a dead sleep when he hears one hitting the floor. The problem? He used to not tear them up till they were on the floor, now he 'pushes' them onto the floor from the table!
One of my former cats (devilcate Murphy) had a solo game I called “race”. She would anticipate where I was going and at the last minute dart last me and head to that spot. So if I was going up the stairs, she would fly by me when I was a couple of steps from the top. If I was going to sit down she would hit the chair and lay down seconds before me and often be sat on. When she was still a kitten she darted into the dryer just as I was shutting the door and broke her tail. And, not annoying of all as I opened the door to leave the house she would leap to the top of it and I would need to get a step stool to take her down.
One thing I think is unusual and funny with Cricket is when she needs to use the litter, she will first dig around a bit, then put all 4 of her feet on the ledge of the box and pee that way.
Melody has a DVD I put on for her during the day. One segment is her favorite, with sparrows on a tray and a hanging feeder. She'll watch intently until the parts where it looks like they are flying out of the TV--and try to catch them. I know it looks to her like it is a window and she should be able to get them and never can; but, she keeps trying.
[Yes, she has her own TV. It didn't start out that way. I had an old console that we both used. When it stopped working, she couldn't understand why the birds weren't there. I mentioned at work and one lady had an old pink princess TV her daughter had outgrown. Melody was very grateful for the donation.]
It at a perfect height for her LAL! And I love the pink.
Olive trills or “mrphs” if I pet her and she wasn’t expecting it. Followed immediately by a deep purr. It’s not too odd, except it’s 100 consistent everytime.
Sometimes I touch her head while she’s sleeping just for the satisfying mrph-purrs. Is there a thread for strange things that humans do?
Sometimes I touch her head while she’s sleeping just for the satisfying mrph-purrs. Is there a thread for strange things that humans do?
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Mine trills like that too. It’s like she has a trill button on the top of her head.
When she was going through the worst of her pancreatitis (and even still today if she’s looking rough), I would press her trill button as a measure of how well she was feeling. An enthusiastic trill is all good. When she could barely muster a sound or none at all, I know she’s not feeling well.
Aww, poor sweet kitty.
I can tell how hungry Olive is by how exuberantly she bounds around, gazelle-like. If she just walks and follows me, she is not hungry. If she anticipates any move I make might be downstairs and towards breakfast, she hops into the air to turn around and get a running start.
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It takes anywhere from ten to fifteen minutes to plate her meals because I have to remove her portioned food from the freezer and warm it up to body temperature under warm (body temperature) water. It takes awhile. But she sits on the counter right next to the kitchen sink patiently supervising the thaw. She’ll sit there so quiet and patient that sometimes I press the trill button just to make sure she’s still interested.
(This is my furry foreman patiently overseeing a Rad Cat thaw. This gets reportioned into ice cube trays and the ice cubes are what I thaw and plate for her.)
Doesn’t that trill button look ready for the pressing?
(This is my furry foreman patiently overseeing a Rad Cat thaw. This gets reportioned into ice cube trays and the ice cubes are what I thaw and plate for her.)
Doesn’t that trill button look ready for the pressing?
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our cat begging me to pet her head. If I keep ignoring her, she will stand up on her two hide legs, and use her front paw to keep touch my forearms, again and again, until I start to pet her head
The problem is, once I start I can not stop, if I stop she will stand up on her legs again and touch my forearm again, normally after a while I have to run away :-)
The problem is, once I start I can not stop, if I stop she will stand up on her legs again and touch my forearm again, normally after a while I have to run away :-)
When my Yammy wants petted on my lap, he closes his eyes and sticks his snout straight up and back like he is looking at the ceiling. He'll stay this way for literally hours if I don't stroke his face. I don't know how he doesn't get a crick in his neck! It's so funny to look down and try to ignore him with his nose straight up in the air!
She has you very well trained!
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I swear Mishka thinks she's a rabbit. She loves to burrow under everything - her bed, the blankets, rugs, packing paper, and even humans. In the middle of the night, I'll occasionally be woken up by her furiously digging under my knees or my side. She makes a little nest for herself, flops over, and happily falls asleep.
Both Saipha and Mishka love to play fetch with hair ties, but only with hair ties and only if I toss them onto the cat tree.
Both Saipha and Mishka love to play fetch with hair ties, but only with hair ties and only if I toss them onto the cat tree.
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I was unpacking when I moved in to this house, walked into a bedroom and found "Jack" sleeping in a small measuring cup. She was kind enough to stay there while I ran and got the camera. I forget how old she was then... a tiny thing, even when full grown.
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Looking for a recipe now that calls for a heaping cup of kitten....
