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I live in an old house (1936) that doesn't have central air, and our temps are over 100F right now, so it stays pretty warm in the back (my) bedroom, which faces west.
In the evening, when I get in from work, in an effort to stay as cool as I can, I strip down to as few clothes as possible, and lay down on my bed, in front of the fan, on my back, with my knees in the air, and read, holding my book in the air.
For the past few weeks, Tiger Lilly has been copying me: she lays beside me, on her back, in front of the fan, with all her paws up in the air. As long as I stay in that position, so does she. It's very funny to watch her. I wonder if I could find her a little kitty book to read?
My cat will suck on her hind feet while you are holding her under a blanket.
One of our cats will move socks from the laundry pile to all over the house. Which is probably not that unusual, but it took us over a year to figure out which cat was doing it because he would only do it when we weren't looking. Here's a photo of him with his haul:
So, you can't always claim that "the washer/dryer eats socks", when you come up with single socks as you fold the laundry....does your cat take only clean socks, or are dirty socks in the mix?
My cat Belle likes to come in to the bathroom and drink the running water from the sink faucet.
She also likes to sit on books and ereaders so that we have to pet her and pay attention to her, rather than read.
LOL at the picture in #3.
Tiger Lilly also likes to watch me brush my teeth. She jumps up on the toliet seat, puts her front paws on the edge of the sink, and her nose as close to my face as she can get it, while I'm bent over the sink, brushing.
Belle wakes us up usually about 5 minutes before the alarm by sticking her whiskers in our faces.
She also likes to nip people on the nose on occasion.
Samantha likes to be scratched at the base of the tail - this makes her do this weird in and out motion with her tongue.
I had a cat once named Mother Kitty who knocked a can of cat food down from a pantry wall, rolled it through the hall to the kitchen at our feet and sat back and looked at us "feed me". I am sure if she had survived much longer she might have learned how to use the can opener.
#4 Catgwinn, Pixel prefers dirty socks, but will take clean socks from the laundry basket if he can't find dirty ones. Fortunately for him I don't keep up well with the laundry pile, so he usually has plenty of dirty ones to choose from!
#6 millhold, our Pixel also likes to come in when I brush my teeth, and has been known to swipe at the toothbrush because he likes the taste of toothpaste!
I've never been able to get him to replicate it, but once he was on the arm of my armchair, and leaned so far down into the chair that he did a somersault into the chair. Then he climbed back on the arm and did it four or five more times on purpose. But he's never done it again since that day!
#9 somersault ~~ How funny. I can picture it in my mind, and it made me laugh out loud.
Merlin will dive under the cover as I'm making the bed, so I always end up with a lump. After the bed is made, he uses it as a ball court for playing with his favorite toy, a pom-pom. Usually his ball games are so rough pillows end up on the floor.
Hobgoblin will play with any pen he finds on the table or computer desks. I found several under the couch one day while moving furniture. And here I was blaming various family members for taking my pens.
Rosie always has to sit on my lap when I'm writing at the computer, but in order to be really comfortable, she needs to lean her back into my keyboard. She's switched tabs, changed the font size I'm working in, highlighted and deleted text all by rolling on my keyboard. She knows functions I still haven't figured out.
Billy has carried on the tradition of his older brothers Jasper, Pippin and Timothy in demanding our nighttime ritual:
When he sees me go to the fridge to get a glass of water in the evening, he knows I'm heading for bed. He follows me down the hall, chirping to remind me of what I'm supposed to do: find a cat toy (it doesn't matter which one), stand at my bedroom door at the end of the hallway and throw the toy into the living room so he can ambush it. If I don't follow the ritual, he'll cry outside my bedroom door until I come out and throw the toy for him.
Jasper and Pippin both like to jump onto my back. Pippin digs his claws in and tries to roll around on my back, while Jasper will settle himself on my shoulders and hang his head over next to mine so we can rub cheeks. Needless to say, I'd rather have Jas on my back than Pip!
Billy also has an interesting way to initiate play with one of the other cats: he walks up and sits on their face!
My Miss Tilly likes to lick my legs "dry" when I get out of the shower...
She also plays fetch - but only on her terms, lol :)
Felix frequently falls off the top of the sofa when sleeping. This is hilarious when watching him, not so nice when trying to sleep on the sofa myself.
Now I always make sure that he sleeps closer to my foot than my face as he once fell on my face when sleeping ( I still have a scratch scar over my nose)
If I'm sitting on the sofa reading, Midge leaps up behind me, flops down, wraps his tail around my neck like a furry feather boa and commences grooming. Unfortunately, my hair is a little too long for him to do this successfully, so he then shuffles along to my husband and does his head instead!
#13 Tiger Lilly likes to lick my legs when I get out of the shower. It tickles something fierce!
Sometimes, when I'm laying on my stomach reading, she'll get right up in my face, and begin sniffing my hairline, from ear to ear. After she's done that a couple of times, she goes around, sits on my back, and plays with my hair.
I feel totally embarrassed. After having so many cats for so many years, a lot of what you guys have written seems, well, normal around here. (I think I've finally reached my life goal -- crazy cat lady! Yikes!!!)
About the funniest thing here is Spencer, one of my Persians, and bottle bags. I bought a couple bottles of wine at the grocery store where they put them in those thin, brown bags for bottles. I got home, started to put away the groceries, and threw the bags on the table for later recycling. Next thing I noticed was Spencer trying to get his head into one of them. He finally did and of course he gets stuck. He backed up, fell off the table, and sat looking at the bag.
So, what did he do? He jumped up onto the table and did the same thing with the second bag. Stuck, fell, looked at it.
They say three's the charm. He then stuck his big fuzzy head back into bag #1 on the floor and backed around the kitchen with it on his head. It's on tight enough he couldn't get it off easily. But he was saved from utter humiliation because James (DSH) by now had his head in bag #2. Finally when the two bag heads ran into each other, they knocked the bags off and evil mommy picked them up.
This happens every time I bring small paper bags into the house. He either never learns or it's his way to amuse me.
Two of my cats had a penchant for stealing things when they were kittens. Fiona's biggest heist was reaching under the closed bathroom door, snagging my bra while I was taking a shower and dragging it out to the living room to show it off (fortunately, there were no guests over!). But Pippin is the king of thieves: he once stole my mom's bottom dentures off of her dresser and hid them in my bed!
They all love boxes and have been know to try to cram themselves into impossibly small boxes, usually head first.
When my cat, Angel, was a kitten, he would follow our Border Collie. Since they are both black & white, I don't know if he thought they were family or what. Anyway, Cali would stop, turn, and growl at Angel, and Angel would stop just long enough for Cali to start walking again, then follow her again. She would do this until she finally caught up to Cali and then swat her tail until Cali chased him away. After a while, it became a game to Cali as well, until Angel was full grown. Now Cali really doesn't like him and frequently chases her out of the yard. lol
I don't know who is doing it, but someone (Emily, Babette, Roxie, or Lincoln) is kneading my back with claws extended while I sleep. The only reason I know about it is that my massage therapist keeps finding little groups of red marks in different locations each week. (and, yes, I'm pretty sure it's not bedbugs or vampires!)
Roxie loves dirty socks. She makes arrangements in the upstairs hallway. She brings quite a few to her side of bed, and often gifts me with one on my side of the bed. She "talks" to the socks in a way that she never talks to me or to the other kitties.
The above link is my cat Sinjin who does a slow face plant when he falls asleep. You can actually hear his face hit the pillow. He's a goof.
Wow. He is a goof.
I have a good friend who lives out of state. I visited her a few times, on one occasion catching one of her cats sleeping in what I'd think was an awkward position:
On another occasion, I found her other cat sleeping in what looked like an even more awkward position (though just how awkward needs a pair of photos to convey):
Last night I had soup for dinner, the bowl was sitting on a corkboard & when I picked up the corkboard, I got the shakes & of course soup spilled everywhere, including the underside of the corkboard (somehow???) so I put the board down on the bench with the wet edge hanging over & its dripping onto the floor, I turn arround to get some paper towell to start cleaning up & when I turn back to the mess, Taji's standing under the board, letting soup drip onto his head !?!?!
Nup, not into his mouth, onto his head & his ears ??? He is an oddball my boy!
My male Siamese insists on having yogurt for breakfast. He waits on the counter, trying to open the fridge until I get the yogurt out and give him a little on a plate - he won't eat that until I let him lick the spoon. He also got his head stuck in the peanut butter jar one morning - talk about a mess! Peanut butter on his ears, face and neck, he smelled like Jif for a week.
One of my girl kitties reads - she's likes library books the best!
Seanie: You and Taj gave me a much needed laugh out loud just now. Thanks, and an ear-scritch to you. (You can decide who gets which!)
22: I have pictures of both my cats sleeping like that on the couch. I have no idea how they manage to sleep like that for hours and still be able to walk. Me? I would be seeing a chiropactor for weeks!
Reading on the Nickname thread, reminded me of one of Clancy's habit, whose nickname is the Happy H*****. He has, uhm, *feelings* towards several of my stuffed animals or pillows or... well anything that won't run away and is soft. It's a bit embarrassing when company is over.
29: I have seen lots of dogs that do that, but never a cat! Hmmmm.
#29: When I was a teenager I had a cat that would get...excited...on blankets or sweaters. It could get embarrassing if someone were wearing the sweater when he started to get happy. And one of our cats now has a "special" relationship with one of my daughter's stuffed animals--a large sheepdog puppet. Yes, he loves a toy dog. He's a disgrace to feline kind.
Cats - sheer awesome as this thread shows.
My kitty oddities:
Charley likes to be patted like a dog. Hubby will squish Charley down on the carpet and furiously pat his sides, while the dork lies there and purrs madly. He also loves to be brushed to the point he will sit at the 'brushing station' outside and howl until someone brushes him.
Ginny loves hiding. Currently she's on Hubby's office chair, under a blanket. She once spent 7 solid days living IN the bed after a house move. She'd only come out when I made her to go to the toilet or eat. Then she'd go straight back into the duvet. Goodness knows how she didn't suffocate.
Harvey is just mad. She's a tortie, so not much more explanation is needed. One of her peculiarities is when, in an excess of affection and smooching, she'll start licking my clothes. She also can't miao but has a range of adorable scratching half-mews and squeaks. The oddest, and most adorable, is when she tries to miao and nothing comes out but a silent 'haaaaaaah'. She also likes to sniff noses with me a lot, which is usually something reserved for cat-to-cat greeting.
Edgar is a Bombay and very talkative. He Likes to tell me all about his day and if I happen to be doing anything else he will take his paw put it on my cheek and try to turn my face to him. And if I still don't pay attention he will try again only this time using his claws, not enough to scratch but enough to get my attention.
My niece's rag-doll, Sassy, sat by the front door at 4pm waiting for my niece to come home from school. This year the bus came at 4:30. So at 4:00 Sassy was waiting by the front door, at about 4:10 she sat in my niece's room crying. Then at about 4:20 she started scratching at the front door. When my Niece did come home Sassy just sniffed her and jumped onto the bed and took a nap. By the second week of school Sassy got the schedule down.
My mother's tabby cat, Copper, is never more then a couple of feet away from her. If Copper wakes up and my mother is not in the room she'll come running out of the room meowing at the top of her lungs till she finds my mother.
Awwwww Copper is a needy cat. Mine are the same - all three were rescued/tamed in some way - and have a (thankfully) inherent distrust of strangers. Charley will follow me down the driveway when I leave for work but fortunately he won't go on the footpath - traffic's too loud and scary. He'll howl, though, watching me walk away. I try to sneak away without him noticing hehe. Harvey is the neediest though: she's my little shadow. I boot them out of the bedroom at the night, they're just too annoying. Every morning I wake up to the sound of Harvey scratching frantically at the door. Thank god for earplugs.
Mine used to scratch at the door if we closed it. Merlin was the designated door scratcher, since he knew how to make sounds like nails on chalkboard. Then they realized it was much more effective to simply knock over a few books and knick knacks...
It works every time. *eyeroll*
We recently learned that our cat Dusty has gum disease. She had been off her food because it hurt to chew, so while we were waiting for the meds to take effect, we've been feeding her baby food and cat milk at the vet's direction. Because she had lost so much weight so quickly, we were all giving her the milk whenever she asked, so now, every time she hears us open the refrigerator, she comes running to beg for milk.
There is no way to open a refrigerator quietly.
My Hagrid likes to be spun in the computer chair. He jumps up in it in such a way that makes it spin a little--that's how he lets us know he's ready for his ride! He hunkers down & grabs the edges with both front paws.
You should see his eyes go all 'googly' when he comes to a stop! Someday soon this is gonna' be a YouTube sensation!
Ahahahahah I can just picture that. Awesome!
Charley likes being tucked under the sheets when the bed's being made...the fitted sheet particularly. Smooth, smooth, tightly-tucked sheet with a cat-lump under it, saying 'mrrrrrowr, mrrrrrowr'. Quite a picture.
I'm told that one of the cats we had when I was little did that too. In her case, the cat-lump would dart around under the sheet a bit, too.
Spenser loves cheese, especially brie. If the brie is soft, he ends up smooshing it on the roof of his mouth. Then proceeds to lick rapidly with his tongue going in an out for about 5 minutes. All the time his eyes are extremely dilated.
That boy loves his food!!!
in another thread, someone posted a comment that would go perfecting in this thread.
I will not copy it, but I will link to it.
Many of my cats enjoyed demolishing snowballs tossed or bowled toward them. I do not know if that is odd or normal.
One who lost control of her emotions, i.e. became insane, after she was neutered, would climb up the bookcase to jump down upon my privates to wake me up.
Before she was neutered, she dropped a snake on my chest when I was asleep the night after I broke up a long battle -- like fencing -- between her and a huge rat-snake as the sun was setting and I did not want either to get hurt.
Another, a real sweety-pie with whom I used to exchange silent (visual only) meows raised a paw to press down upon the forehead of another cat whose noisy begging disturbed me
Han-chan, The Cat Who Thought Too Much, once forgot to think, for he covered his remaining food with a large chair. I had a sweater hanging from the back of the chair near to where he was eating.
Han-chan also never failed to eat the food he selected, though he did so with the cans un-opened.
Back in the USA, Boogieboo got to using a mole holes to poop into without having to do any digging whatsoever.
Our cat Dusty has gum disease. When her gums swell, it is painful and she will stop eating. I've had to give her medicine on a regular basis to keep the swelling down. Because it hurts if I try to put the pill in her mouth, I've taken to crushing it between two spoons and giving it to her on one spoon, mixed with cat milk. This has worked out well except for one problem. Every time the utensil drawer opens, she hops up on the counter and begs for milk. Every. Single. Time. We are a family of five, so that drawer opens a lot. This has added an extra level of difficulty to our mealtimes.
How about washing the spoons and then putting them on top of the refrigerator or some other non-confusing place for kitty?
Well, after being blonde for about eight months, I decided to go back to dark hair - and Midge has just seen the new colour for the first time and is now looking wild-eyed and backing away from me as if I'm a complete stranger ... He's a weird cat!
Hey, Sophie (are there 236 of you on this site? -- i bet people named sophie read a lot more than those with less intellectual names), when I was a teen-ager, to get my dad out of my face, I had a barber shave off my long hair so it was less than a half-inch long and my sister slammed the door in my face and locked it and called for my mom when i came home -- so, if my sister was normal, so is your Midge. Han-chan, "the cat who thought too much" had not seen socks on me for a whole summer, so when i sat on the john, black socks on my feet, he came creeping over and gave them cautionary whacks with unsheathed paw just to be sure my feet had not morphed into snakes, for he so smart he could do 10 tricks, had been outsmarted by a snake and had such a close call that for a few months he saw snakes everywhere. Maybe Midge had a close call with a black rat-snake and is just (unconsciously) playing it safe -- as people do w their gods (see a bk i helped get translated into jpse, Faces in the Clouds).
#48 - I once saw friend of mine's Medai totally fail to recognize his human when she put on a head-band with cat-ears on it for a party. He backed away, hissing and growling (who's this weird-lookin' cat in *MY* territory!?!) and was considering attacking her until she took of the head-band and let him smell it. The disgusted look she got. . .
My calico Amber Louise steals warm spots from my other cats. She's a very jealous, selfish girl. Example: Ruby is asleep on the back of a chair. Because Ruby is on the chair, Amber wants the chair. The first stage is the stare-down. If this fails to remove Ruby from the spot, Amber will jump up next to Ruby and meow. If this doesn't work, Ruby gets swatted on the nose, she jumps down, and Amber takes her spot.
It can be anywhere with any cat that looks too comfortable.
I call her my little thug cuckoo.
Quillmenow, Amber would seem to be overdoing a natural tendency for cats to dig for the warmth. When i lived w no heating in tokyo (where it snows) and a perpetually open window (a blanket w slits for a cat door) the cats beat the cold by sleeping in mounds -- like rattlesnakes i guess -- and whenever a cat came in from the cold, he or she would step over and on the others and dive, or pull -- kinda like a breast-stroke -- themselves into the very core of the pile and those pushed to the outside would sometimes lose their balance and roll-off. As the cats in the pile are sleeping or sleepy, the new arrival can get in place before they know exactly what's going on. There is an occasional hiss if the newcomer gets a nail in the others' ear or steps on the wrong part, etc., but on the whole it is a very smooth revolution of cats. But i must admit, the only one-on-one attemps to steal warmth I know of occurred after i had to get a heating pad for my little mac that was so bad in cold weather i had to incubate it just to turn it on. In that case the cats quickly learned to extend and imbed their nails in the felt before sleeping, so it did not continue. Amber sounds like a prime candidate for u-tube!
quillmenow, I have a few cats who do this.... Pixel in particular, but instead of a nose swat, he will casually lick the other cat and then nip him/her to get the spot.
Agamemnon loves dozing in sunlight more than anything, which is understandable because we trapped him one February years ago in upstate NY, when we'd already had 100 inches of snow that winter! So he detests cold and damp. Fortunately for him, we moved to Houston.
Now the cats will migrate in a line across the floor to follow a narrow rectange of sunlight that hits every afternoon. I've seen as many as five of them lined up head to tail to get every smidge of that sunlight!
#49 - Keigu - Midge is just one of those cats who fears change of any kind! When my husband wears a hat, Midge looks completely freaked out and refuses to recognise him ... Although I see your point on the socks thing - a new pair of slippers always seem to make our two nervous and curious ...
BTW, I spent a few days in the Netherlands, and if anyone on this forum goes to Amsterdam, I completely recommend Kattenkabinet (Herensgracht 497) - it's a fabulous collection of cat art and posters, plus they have a couple of big old tabby cats, one of whom insisted that I carry him around in my arms for half-an-hour! Also, the Poezenboot (I've probably spelled that incorrectly) on Singel, which is a cat rescue centre on a barge - they're open from 1.00pm to 3.00pm only, and I defy you not to want to take them all home ...
I went to the Kattenkabinet in 2005. Tell me, was there a brown haired tabby when you went there, with the most curiously textured fur? It seemed practically corrugated.
Did you visit the, literally, water closet when you went?
#55 - Stephie, both the tabbies I saw had normal coats - but apparently there were some other moggies around, so maybe I missed that one!
And no, I didn't visit the WC - I'm intrigued now!
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