Lets face it, some of us are just cat people, so may as well share some of our favorite most outrageous cat stories. Starting this off with a personal favorite.
About 7 years ago, we only had two cats, Bastion (a giant Russian Blue, and Quinn, a DSH tabby).
But for that xmass, my wife decided she wanted a white kitten she saw at the pet store. Long story short, bought her the kitten, found out she was deaf, we named her Zoe.
First day Zoe comes home, Bastion and Quinn decide to check her out. About 45 seconds after Zoe comes out of the cat carrier, she starts playing with the other two, gets them riled up, they chase her, and in a classic moment, Zoe dodges between them and they collide, bonking heads and looking confused and a bit ashamed of themselves, it was priceless, wish I had a camera. Best cat play fail ever (that I have seen in person anyway)
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Previous cat of mine... a mighty huntress. She was a masterful sneaker, a brilliant jumper, with a bloodthirst to match...
She was in the countryside, with tons of birds around. Lots of them little tasty morsels sat on the branches of a bush. She approaches, thinking thoughts of doom and crunching bones for the fast food bites. She jumps...
...and has no depth perception due to blindness in one eye. She goes splat against the bush, legs splayed out over it, trying to hold on to it and not fall down. The birds eventually start to fly away, but don't really seem to bothered by her.
This same cat was REALLY proud of having brought home a magpie feather. I congratulate her profusely, and she is bursting with pride. A little while later, she brings in another magpie feather... from a dead magpie, somewhere, of course.
Love it! That same first cat of mine also loved to eat birds, once saw him jump bout 7 feet into the air from a sitting position and snag a bird, quite impressive.
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I have two cats, Leliana (a 1.5-year-old medium-haired calico) and Eclaire (an almost 3-year-old short-haired black-and-white).
Eclaire is a born and bred lapcat. She dislikes being picked up or carried and even sometimes, when the mood suits her, is averse to being petted. But she has decided that her place in the house is always in my lap, regardless of where I'm sitting. To the point where she will shove herself into positions she clearly does not fit in order to be in "her spot".
Her other favorite places to sit are usually inside something. Generally one of the cubbies in my desk, the usual cat favorite of inside a box, or my personal most amusing choice the Crock Pot.
Leliana on the other hand is a "be everywhere" cat. She runs, jumps, and climbs anywhere she can reach, and is rarely content to sit in the same spot for more than a few minutes. She seems to dislike being on the ground, and goes out of her way to avoid it if she can, usually involving long and destructive (especially to any items left laying in her path) leaps to get from point to point without walking on the ground.
This is most frustrating for me because I tend to have a section of my desk where my things go... and for some inexplicable reason, despite the entire rest of the desk being mostly empty, that's the spot she tends to want to land.
It's also the spot the two of them like to fight over.
I have no idea why. There's so much empty space on the top of the desk shelves! Why are they fighting over that one spot?!
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Not actually my own cat, but it's a story I like:
So, I swear my wife has a real-life aura of goodness; there are countless stories I could tell of animals and children inexplicably running happily towards her despite never having met her before. The story that's appropriate to this thread is the first time we visited the home of a certain friend who has two pet cats. One of the cats is blind, and each guest was told as they arrived that the blind cat will probably be skulking at the edges of the room for most of the evening because she is (understandably) cautious around unfamiliar voices/noises/scents.
When we arrive, my wife sits on the living room floor. Less than two minutes later, the blind cat strides boldly into the room, braves loud conversation, makes a bee-line for my wife, hops up onto her lap, then rests her head and forelegs on my wife's chest and settles in like it's nap time.
The conversation came to a screeching halt, as everyone who knew the cat stared in amazement.
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I have a dog, but he bats balls of yarn around like a cat.
Clearly because your human stuff is there, then that space must be the best space, and thus must be claimed for felines, as according to cats, we are just silly monkey servants, and our stuff is only useful for A. bedding or B. knocking on the floor.
Ahh dog who uses cat tactics, always good for a chuckle, my wife and I's first cat thought he was a ferret for a good while (we had 5 ferrets when we got him as a kitten, thus, he figured, I must be a ferret too!)
The only story I've had about birds with my cats is that I think there is a bird nest in the bushes just outside my apartment.
I think Leliana thinks so too.
It would certainly explain the number of times she has run or leaped straight into the front window of the living room without explanation.
She's fine after the initial shock wears off, but there's definitely a moment every time where she just stops and stares at the window like "where'd this come from?!".
Clearly because your human stuff is there, then that space must be the best space, and thus must be claimed for felines, as according to cats, we are just silly monkey servants, and our stuff is only useful for A. bedding or B. knocking on the floor.
Must be. Certainly explains Eclaire's other habit - if human's lap is unavailable, human's laundry or jacket is the next best sitting spot.
Yep, cat logic.
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I was trying to get with this chick in high school that had this super nice adorable cat that would sit on my chest and purr, then at random intervals the cat would attack my face, like claws reaching around my head, cat enveloping my head and biting my nose cartoon type s*~!, then as soon as it was pried away from my face would totally sit there and purr like nothing ever happened.
Never actually got any where with her.
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My cat Max (well, nominally my cat; he's pretty much adopted my eldest stepdaughter now) picks up his Purina in his paw and puts it in the water dish. Every single time.
Of course, he doesn't use the water dish for anything except that. He won't drink from anything that's not running water. He's gotten too old to jump up to the bathroom sink anymore, though he can still get down by himself; so now he yowls until one of us picks him up and puts him there.
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Great story Jiggy, yep, Disney princess powers of speak with animal and wild empathy clearly, oddly I seem to have that power too (animals only, kids are neutral on me apparently), but all animals just seem to know, "hey, this guy is cool, we should go hang out with him." I am however, most decidedly not princess-like LOL.
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Great story Jiggy, yep, Disney princess powers of speak with animal and wild empathy clearly, oddly I seem to have that power too (animals only, kids are neutral on me apparently), but all animals just seem to know, "hey, this guy is cool, we should go hang out with him." I am however, most decidedly not princess-like LOL.
Yeah, hers includes children. Which, in this day and age, can get really awkward when the child leaves the parents' line of sight in order to throw a great big hug at my unsuspecting wife. Never quite sure what to do when a total stranger discovers their young child latched onto my wife. Fortunately, no real incidents yet.
@ Cap LOL, I think I can see why, goes something like "ok, she is hot, thats good, but her cat seems to have MPD and it's second personality is Hannibal Lector, that is not so good."
@ Jiggy, I actually know just how that goes, my wife is a day care teacher, and has been for like 17 years, so pretty much kid friendly just radiates off her, and she always engages with random kids while we are out and about. Most of the time it is cool, but sometimes the parents are clearly not pleased or comfortable with some random pixie-esk woman randomly playing with/talking to their kids. Oddly, I have had plenty of folk like that with their dogs too.
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One night I heard a clattering bang in the basement. I got up to see what had happened and immediately ran in to a strange cat. We stared at each other for a moment... and then he walked over and demanded head rubs.
Turns out he had crawled through the rocks under my deck, made it to the hole in the concrete blocks for the dryer vent, pushed the dryer tube out of the hole, and jumped down into the house.
Now he won't leave.
I call him Burglar.
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Seems he is a cat rogue/tunnel rat (though probably does not like that second term, rats are moving dinners, not a job description) and has officially decided you are his human, whether you feel that way or not, matters not to Burglar the rogue cat! All shall give me head rubs in acknowledgement of my greatness! Also please tell me Burglar is a black tuxedo cat.
Along those lines, the afore mentioned first cat, named Motor Head (for his amazingly loud purr, not after the band) came to us as a tiny abandoned kitten. He had been tossed out of a car along with the rest of his litter. Kitten Motor Head wandered down my parents driveway, found the family (including a 10 year old me) winterizing Dad's sports cars, sat down in the garage, and preceded to purr at a volume I have never heard another kitten reach.
Needless to say, only a bit of cajoling from me and Motor Head gets to stay. So that first night, my Mom puts him in a big cardboard box, and puts window storm screens on the top, 3-4 of them, and some other stuff for weight.
Long behold, when we get up the next morning Motor Head is sitting on top of the box with screens, purring. No a single screen had moved, none of the items used to weight them had moved, no holes in the box. Thus from that day on, Motor Head's middle name became Houdini, as teleport was a class skill for him.
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When we first adopted our cat Juno, we barely saw her for three days after we brought her home - we left dishes of canned food that she would eat, so we knew she was ok, she was just really shy. I was sitting at my computer, a glass of water next to me, and out of nowhere, first time she'd approached us on her own, she jumps up on the table and proceeds to drink half my water straight out of the glass.
She still insists on having a drink out of every glass of water we have - we're still trying to convince her that a vodka and soda is very different from a glass of water.
Also, she has a strange fascination with chewing on anything long and thin. Scissors, knitting needles (both while I'm using them and when they're still), the ends of stalks of celery hanging off the bottom shelf of the fridge...she'll chew it all.
My deaf white cat Zoe learned to drink out of glasses by sticking her paw into them and then licking it, has now taught that trick to 2 of our other cats.
Moral of the story, cats do like water, but only when it is caged in a glass.
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One of my current cats started her carreer in my apartment with three WEEKS under the bed, only getting out from there at night to eat.
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My first cat many many years ago would always leave me animal bodies sans their heads by our back door, very thoughtful of him.
No head, no chance anyone can cast speak with dead.
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Ahh scare'd cat syndrome, good thing she got over it (I hope she did anyway).
My tortie (aka tortoise shell) whom we rescued from a cruel owner, came to us scared out of her mind, likely because her sister had been killed by this A hole (as a cat rescuer, I was tempted to use the shovel he used on that poor cat on HIM!) She hid in our "incoming cat room" for three days, hissing and spitting and attacking anyone or anything that came in. Then on the forth day, Honey Bee (she came with the name, but it stuck) decided all of a sudden, I was an awesome human, stopped hissing and what not, and flopped over for belly pets. Night and day change in attitude. That was 6 years ago, I now have a cat mistress (as my wife likes to say, because Honey really loves me, to the point of obsession.) She likes to groom my mutton chops and pony tail and sleeps next to me every night, and power paw smacks any other cat that would DARE to challenge her claim on me as her human.
@ Darth, AHA, so THAT is why cats do that, I should have known, it is to keep the secrets of the impending fuzzy fur ball revolution of terrible impending cuteness! (copy write pending on the name)
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My cat likes to do three-point jumps in order to gain enough height to start climbing the door jambs at chest-level. I'm fairly convinced she's got ranks in monk at this point.
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My cat likes to do three-point jumps in order to gain enough height to start climbing the door jambs at chest-level. I'm fairly convinced she's got ranks in monk at this point.
Original or Unchained?
Ok, Liz must right, as I have also seen cats do the three point jump, cats ='s favored class monk (clearly unchained, because only dogs wear chains and collars, silly canines)
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I have 2 cats at present who hate each other... and one has the other so intimidated that he won't leave the master bedroom. He is still a social cat and loves attention... but only at bedtime, or 2 or 4 in the morning. He comes for attention at bed time, complete with lots of cuddling and kneading and headbutting accompanied with lots of petting and headscratching on our parts. Then at 2 or 4 am, depending on his mood or whim, he comes back, wakes us up and insists on starting the process over again.
I had one cat who was so traumatized by a series of quick back to back moves on our part, that even after we bought and settled into a long-term home she became a basket case whenever even a single cardboard box came into the house. She would start freaking out and crying and pacing until the evil box was removed from the house. I guess she thought we were going to make her move again. She lived to be 19 years old and never did get used to seeing a cardboard box again. UPS and Fedex were the bane of her existence, lol.
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Sigh, bully cat, been there too JAFO. However "the squirt bottle of aquatic discipline" works well for us, and is harmless thankfully.
Cats and boxes, sometimes they mix (deaf white cat LOVES Chinese food boxes, sleeps in them, provides me with no end of hilarity) and in your case, seems some really don't, though sounds like she had a good life, and the favored enemy (cardboard boxes). Thanks for sharing!
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I used to get the middle-of-the-night wakeup calls from my cats, especially Eclaire, but the cats are now banned from the apartment bedroom due to Leliana's penchant for chewing on cords. I lost a router and a DSL cable to those teeth, and at a time where money was very tight so just going to the store and buying another was a tricky prospect.
Thankfully, thanks primarily to the judicious use of some limes, she seems to be broken of that habit.
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Our dog likes to loudly lick his balls at 4:30 every morning.
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They worked out how to open screen doors and in the summer would break into other people houses and steal food that was left out on the counters.
Another cat in the neighbourhood who is twice as big as them is made to spend his winters indoors. So they came to his window to sit outside and taunt him. Come summer, it was still a common sight for them to be seen running away from him.
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We have two female Siberians so ages 4 and 3. I'm fairly allergic to cats but the females of this breed produce less of the protein which causes the allergic reaction.
They are fun. You can tell it's 900 pm when the cats start fighting. Every night like clockwork.
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So as an experiment regarding my earlier complaint, I piled some of my stuff onto the other side of the desk. Lo and behold, one cat on each side of the desk, right next to the stuff pile.
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So as an experiment regarding my earlier complaint, I piled some of my stuff onto the other side of the desk. Lo and behold, one cat on each side of the desk, right next to the stuff pile.
I've seen decoy keyboards used to the same effect. :) My cat insists that my laptop is the happening place to lie. The moment I close it and lay it beside me, she appears from out of nowhere and plants herself directly on top of it. (When she's not stealing my pillow, of course. Never my husband's - just mine.)
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My older cat, a Siamese, will plant himself in front of my laptop and just stare at the screen, watching me do whatever. I know he's paying attention, 'cause his eyes track the movements of the cursor or video. The younger one, a calico, has no such interest in human things (unless it can somehow get her food).
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My mom's cat loves water and feet. He hates being immersed in water and fears the Jacuzzi but he will boldly come right into the shower with me. He also doesn't use his water dish and prefers the water as it comes from the faucet. Fortunately for him he quickly learned how to turn the water on... unfortunately he seems uninterested in turning it back off. As for feet he will roll around on my feet or play with my shoes. For some reason that is endlessly amusing for him. He even tried to trade me a dead mouse for a shoe once. It didn't have the effect he hoped it would on me... See he came into the room while I slept and left the dead mouse on top of my just folded laundry and then left with a shoe. I was very cross with him in the morning when I found a mouse corpse on my clean clothes and couldn't find my second shoe.
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So as an experiment regarding my earlier complaint, I piled some of my stuff onto the other side of the desk. Lo and behold, one cat on each side of the desk, right next to the stuff pile.I've seen decoy keyboards used to the same effect. :) My cat insists that my laptop is the happening place to lie. The moment I close it and lay it beside me, she appears from out of nowhere and plants herself directly on top of it. (When she's not stealing my pillow, of course. Never my husband's - just mine.)
Mine don't usually get on top of my laptop, but they have a tendency to plant themselves in the space between it and me on the desk, and Eclaire likes to curl up on the mousepad.
Great stories all!
Just remember a favorite of mine. Our old outdoor male DSH tiger Bow, also know as Bow Bear, decided that he could go where ever he pleased, and do what ever he pleased. He would often sneak in our our old neighbors house and join their attractive teenage daughter in her bed. Amazingly, they let him. Now that is what I call cross species tom catting!
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We have a pair of dark-tabbies (solid black);
one DLH with gold eyes, and one DSH with green eyes, they are brothers.
Their favorite pearch is the shearling on the desk behind the front window. There is a little room left over for the flat monitor, stacked printers, illuminated keyboard (just the writing illuminates), and mousepad. We leave the shades open about a foot for them to survey their domain outside.
If I play a game at night, I'll turn the lights out and they turn invisible.
Whenever there's a difficult or action packed scene, parts of the keyboard will disappear under someone's tail, or something soft and fuzzy will descend on my mouse hand, or the entire monitor will be rocked violently. The worst though, is when a green-eyed or gold-eyed face suddenly "appears" out of the darkness, while hidden paws stand on the keyboard!
My usual response is GAAAHHHH!!! What the hell...!!!
It just makes every game more fun, especially with skype!
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I believe that is called feline difficulty level for most games. It is know to increase the difficulty of any game by a factor of 5 (aka four paws and a tail)
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My last cat, Grim, a very large black Maine Coon cross, had aspirations of gaming with my group it seemed. Every game night he would jump up in one of the chairs at the table and watch as dice rolled across the table. Anytime one got close he would bat it back across the table.
One night the player sitting next to him got up to get a drink, he got up on the table grabbed the guys dice bag in his teeth and ran away with it. I guess he figured it was time he got his own set.
Yep, Leliana does that here. She has been fascinated by my dice ever since I got her.
I used to give her d12s to play with while I ran sessions. Now that no longer suffices to distract her.
Proven fact, cats love dice. Every kitten we have reared/socialized and then adopted out (about 50 adoptions from my wife and I thus far) have loved dice. If I host game, I have to warn players about dice thieving by cats. Oddly, our cats are really good at rolling 20's when batting dice, lucky little buggers.....(personally I think whiskers='s dice cheating devices)
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My Siamese loves dice, and will sit there and watch you roll them for hours. If you walk away and leave them out, he assumes it's his turn, and proceeds to paw them all over the table. My calico has developed a very recent habit of jumping up on the bookcase we keep our minis on, and chewing on the wings of the large ones. I think they may be trying to prove themselves as valuable assets to an adventuring party.
Cats, the poor mans earth bind spell!
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Speaking of cats and minis I dated a guy who's cat loved to charge across the house and leap onto the table and attack one of the unlucky minis as he went sliding off the other side in a shower of dice, papers, phones, books, maps, and snacks. We should have been mad but it was so darn hilarious we couldn't be angry. The cat would do this once during every session we held at his house. We just had to remember not to put anything we didn't want all over the floor onto the table till after the attack of the giant kitty monster.
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20d6 kitten damage to EVERYONE!
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There's a certain Rise of the Runelord mini- forget the name (a roguish human male dualwielding a rapier and dagger) that Snaps just loves to grab and carry off with her. Luckily, he is fairly common in the set.
Snaps has also trained my gaming group to feed her treats. She's shy, so the vet recommended giving her treats when strangers came over. Well, my friends come over every other week and always sit in the same place. Since Phil was closest to the treats, I had him give them to her. Now, when they show up, she comes over multiple times for treats and, of course, gets them. She does let people pet her a little bit, so it's working.
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Treat shaking is our preferred method for returning indoor cats who get outside, to the house, they fall for it every time. :)
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Treat shaking and clicking the laser pointer no longer work on our cats, but the bell in the catnip canister, that never fails.
