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My cat is afraid of bath mats. He won't walk on or even near a bath mat. My other cat loves to sleep on one of the bath mats. She also likes to bring me her favorite toy and put it on my bed while I'm at work.
My friend's cat used to put her toys in her food dish and eat around them. My late wonderful cat would only drink water by putting his paw in the water dish and licking his paw.
Ohiogal
(32,057 posts)Would bark at plastic bags, like the kind you bring home groceries in, if she saw one outside.
The dog I have now loves to dig out pebbles from the indoor plant pots in our dining room, and play with them while we eat dinner. She throws them up in the air and watches them bounce all over the floor.
Siwsan
(26,289 posts)Any other bird is fine. She'll sit and watch them, grow bored, and fall asleep. But the sight of Yellow Finches cause her to flee.
The Velveteen Ocelot
(115,836 posts)One of them lies on the bath mat while I'm in the shower, forcing me to step over her and drip water on her when I get out. Another one used to pee on my bath mats (had to throw a few away) but he doesn't do that any more. The other weird things they do are too numerous to list. They're cats.
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)I have to hang them up when not in use. She also will use the bathtub as a litter box. That's not the worst thing...I just have to clean the bathtub and keep some scrubbing bubbles nearby - It's better than my other cat who will poop right next to the litter box. Why do I even have litter boxes?
My older male (they both despise each other) is a stalker. At any given time when I think I'm alone, I can turn around and there's a natural jumpscare chord at some point when I realize he's been watching me from the corner the whole time. Staring. The point of this is so if I lean back in my chair he can instantly leap up onto my chest - which is his constant reason for existing - which is also startling if I forget this is going to happen. The Other One (bathtub pee-er) is a joy and will cuddle up comfortably with you, happy to squeeze in behind on the chair and share space, but the old guy likes to stand on my chest for upwards of 20 minutes before he decides to get comfortable and lay down. It's like he first must gaze across the open fields to ensure there are no distant invaders. He is capable of somehow producing 50 pounds of downward force on every single paw despite his 11-pound body...
My cats are both ninjas who seemingly get through closed doors (they're allowed to go out, but it's good to know when they've done it!) I know it's a magic trick of distraction where they stay low and run out when I've got the door open and look back for my keys, but more than once one or the other has gotten out and seven hours later I ask "Where's The Other One?" (the cats' names for each other are both "The Other One".) They also manage to get into the linen closet without my knowing, and they're happy closed in there for upwards of 10-12 hours, climbing around and pushing all the towels off to the floor. A day later after The Other One has consistently denied knowledge of their sibling's whereabouts, I'll hear thumping and plaintive meowing from the linen closet, Translation: "Why don't you just leave the door open, hooman? That way we could come and go from the dark cupboard as we please and prevent these blasted towels from accumulating on our sprawling-shelves"
Younger Girl has a hilarious move I like to call "POING, MOTHERFUCKER!" when she gets excited and finally pounces on something, it's a showy leap with more height than distance and some graceful hang at the apex, even more hysterical when she does this off the side of the couch and disappears (that variation is called "I SAID GOOD DAY, MOTHERFUCKER" ) - The only thing lacking is a puff of smoke from below when she doesn't return.
Older Guy also figures out when I'm sleeping in, camps by my head and if I haven't washed my hair in a while, will groom me. This becomes painful scraping on my scalp, but once I just let him do it to see how far he'd go, and he managed to paste fully 50 percent of my hair down against my head before I battered him away in agony. He also likes to bite my chin. I realize this is a love bite because he sneaks in for it so carefully. He'll headbutt my jaw and be all like..."AWW TENDER HUGS {chomp}" Owwww! Perhaps this is his tiny revenge for screaming at him when he walks in front of my screen over my keyboard and blocks the monitor like a panel truck in the way "Oh...were you DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT? More important than ME?" He knows better. He's learned the keyboard is where all the attention is focused.
The funniest thing Older Guy used to do - I got him as a 5 year-old adult, and he was great; he had no propensity to destroy things or knock things over and was polite and well behaved. But when I would pointedly ignore him and keep shooing him from in front of the monitor, he would then suddenly become passive-aggressively destructive, but in very small ways because he didn't want to actually break anything: "Oh, that's your pen? {nudge nudge} It's a little closer to the desk edge now. Be a shame if it fell to the floor. I see how it is. You leave me no choice. {nudge nudge} Oh man, what a shame. Oh, you don't care about that, do you? Goodness, look at these shiny batteries you took out of the remote. {nudge} They're goin' down, I SWEAR MAN. {nudge nudge} Okay. Are you not going to pay attention? Oh, I suppose then you also won't pay attention while I snack on this phone cord. {nibble} (NOTE HERE - he actually fakes chewing the cord, he doesn't like to chew on anything normally) Man, you are SO not making any more phone calls when I get done. {nibble nibble} Oh yeah, you'll move the phone cord. You care more about it than me. NOTICE ME SENPAI!!!1"
The Velveteen Ocelot
(115,836 posts)or more likely it's just feline cussedness. I think this one (Middle Cat) finally lost interest in bath mats, but he still occasionally pees on any pile of clothes or other fabric left on a horizontal surface, which means I have become very diligent about hanging up my clothes. Fortunately he doesn't pee on the bed because he likes to sleep there. Other than that he's a sweet, friendly cat with a Siamese-style meow that could curdle gin. He uses this Outdoor Voice early in the morning.
Oldest Cat, age 15 and 14 lbs., is made of Velcro. He sticks to me. When he's on my lap, which is most of the time, I have to type around him until he gets too annoyed that my hands are moving AND NOT PETTING HIM, and then he leaves - but only for a short time. When he's really in a snit about not getting attention or more breakfast he walks back and forth on the piano keyboard while singing The Song Of His People at a decibel level that seems impossible for an animal that size. He has pipes like the late, great Aretha, and he's demanding R.E.S.P.E.C.T. If I'm standing up while ignoring him, he will fling himself at my torso so I have to catch him and carry him around for awhile. He also steals food off my plate. I love him but he's a hopeless attention whore.
Youngest Cat is an adorable little blob of fluff who almost never meows but communicates in nonstop trills and chirps. And she regularly kicks the other cats' asses. She sneaks up on me when she thinks I'm asleep and chews on my hair, which I'm sure she knows annoys the heck out of me. Maybe that's why she does it. When she needs petting in the middle of the night she'll pat my arm very gently, but with claws extended just a tiny bit. Just enough to get my attention.
Those who think cats are aloof never met a cat.
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)My hypothesis with bath mats is that since their function is to absorb water that they all develop a trace of mildew that is undetectable to us, but cats with their hyper-sense pick up on. I used to always confuse the smells of urine and mildew, and I wonder if that's a signal to them THIS IS WHERE I PEE.
WhiteTara
(29,722 posts)We can't keep too much water in his water bowl because he will take a bath in it and get water all over the room. I'm trying to figure out how to give him a little shower that he can operate by stepping on the peddle, but that hasn't happened yet. He likes to take showers too. He stands under a water faucet that has a slight leak and he hangs on the water faucet and gets water on his head and then he washes himself.
PoindexterOglethorpe
(25,895 posts)his sock drawer and drag a sock to the water bowl and put it in the bowl.
SHRED
(28,136 posts)Loves to pull anything that has Velcro apart.
Fresh_Start
(11,330 posts)Athena will turn the light on when she wants treats, she will also shake hands and wave on command.
Franklin will do patty cake, and "speak" when he's given the correct symbol, he will also wag his tag when requested.
London is still half-feral, we feel lucky when she allows us to pet her.
June is our newest and smallest, she chases all the other cats away from their food dishes.
She likes to sleep completely under the covers.
KayF
(1,345 posts)she'll be at the front door when she wants to come in. And vice versa. 100% of the time.
I was wondering for a while what her rhyme or reason was and I finally figured it out.
Hoyt
(54,770 posts)I have left a guitar and mandola case open. He thinks its a litter box. Closed the mandola case in time. But the guitar case was ruined, Frebreze is no match for cat urine.
Atticus is a giant, strong cat. But hes afraid of just about everything, little cats, small dogs, strange people, etc. But, hes special.
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)There is special "urine destroyer" spray that has enzymes that eat the foul-smelling bacteria and you might be able to recover a befouled precious thing. Good to keep handy for such episodes.
There are different kinds - Clorox makes one (without bleach) and there are some *very* expensive formulas, but these inexpensive ones seem to work well for my cat who keeps desecrating a specific corner in my house.
Hoyt
(54,770 posts)pansypoo53219
(20,995 posts)Rorey
(8,445 posts)I suppose it's normal cat behavior, but I'm not impressed.
Yesterday our newly acquired cat brought in a live lizard. I told her it wasn't happening. So a little while later she brought another one in that seemed to be almost dead. I suspect she thought that I was only upset about the first one being alive. Again, I informed her that she wasn't going to be allowed to bring in lizards. So, today she brought in a bird.
These "treats" are all for her three kittens who are being held captive in my office until they get spayed/neutered next week. If they were tame, I'd let them go outside now. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't capture them again if I let them out. They're really starting to get on my nerves. I play with them for long periods of time throughout the day, but they still won't allow me to touch them. I'm starting to wonder if it's just too late to tame them.
Whatever the case, they won't be able to reproduce.
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)I had a cat once in Florida who I thought had brought in a baby snake - turns out she was playing with a lizard tail that was still twitching - the lizards drop their tail as a defense to distract predators and run away. They can re-grow the tail.
For a while, my screen was loose at the corner and the cats could come and go as they pleased. Turns out my shy boy is actually a fierce mouser, and he brought in at least two dead mice. I kept throwing them outside, at which he'd go after it like IT TOOK ALL THIS TIME TO FIND IT FOR YOU.
The last thing he brought in was the bottom half of a mouse. It was perfectly clean and not bloody, laid right in the middle of the kitchen door where he knew I would encounter it like a horror-movie stalker's warning. Haven't gotten any mice lately, but The Other One's preferred bring-home prey is cicadas AND THAT IS SCARY WHEN THEY MAKE THE GRUDGE NOISE when you don't realize they're playing with it behind the couch.
A decade ago I lived with a roommate and three cats who were accustomed to coming and going out an open window and we'd accommodate them. One night the tom brought in a bird which was playing dead. It saw its chance to escape and began flying around the room. As you can imagine, this was the best thing that ever could have happened for the cats as it was a game - FEATHERS EVERYWHERE - all three cats jubilantly springing in all directions with me swinging a broom trying to stop them like it's Quidditch. The bird seemed to sense I was attempting to help it and made attempts to land on my shoulder beating its wings in my face for balance, which - I'm not scared of birds, but they usually don't come after me like Tippi Hedren.
Finally, I was able to grab the bird using two oven mitts and release it outside. If only I had that video for YouTube.
Now I feel lucky.
The bird was the last thing she brought in. Maybe she gave up. I'm counting the days until Wednesday when they get spayed/neutered. I'll put them back in my office to recover, then on Thursday morning I'm going to open the door and see what they do. I may keep them in the house for a day or two and then let them go outside, tame or not.
I really didn't sign on for four cats. Oh well.
pennylane100
(3,425 posts)Every night she would go hunting in the garages of all the houses on our court, and maybe beyond.
She brought home gardening gloves, caps, old rags, small pieces of clothing and anything that was not attached and she could handle. It got so bad that we did not know what to to. We could not return them because we did not know where she got them from. We decided to leave them on a bush at the curb so people could walk by and see them. I know we should have done more but I was too embarrassed and also did not know how to explain in a foreign language to some of our neighbors so I just left them there.
We did however learn that she had taken two really old pairs of gloves, probably in four separate journeys, from our next door neighbors and we brought them some new ones.
Sadly, we opened the door one morning and she as laying dead at the doorstep, someone had poisoned her. I was so sorry that I had let her be an indoor/outdoor cat and I still miss her after all these years.
Duppers
(28,127 posts)I hate people.
Anyway I could relate to your story because that's what our Lab would do as a puppy - gather ANYTHING neighbors have left outside and bring them home. It was embarrassing and as you said, we couldn't return them because we had no way of knowing from where they came.
Kitties are wonderful, precious things. And some can be weird.
Again, I'm so sorry your poor Kitty was poisoned.
pennylane100
(3,425 posts)SWBTATTReg
(22,166 posts)hood and what new little treasures she's brought home. So cute and what a nice, fond memory to have.
csziggy
(34,137 posts)He trained my husband to get up every two or three hours all night and feed him. A couple of weeks ago my husband went out of town for five days. The entire time he was gone the cat never once started caterwalling. The night my husband got home (at 3AM) the cat came in singing the song of his people.
When I explained to my husband what he had taught the cat, he came up with a solution - now instead of feeding the cat all through the night he throws him out the carport door. That is on the opposite side of the house from the cat door. The first night my husband did this the cat would run around the house, come in the cat door and start squalling only to be thrown out the car port door. Now he has reduced how often he cries for food.
It's not as if he is starving - he just found a way to train my husband to give him multiple meals every night.
Sometimes I think that cat is smarter than my husband...
IrishEyes
(3,275 posts)I don't have or need an alarm clock. My cats jump on my bed at 5:00am exactly to be fed every morning. I get up, feed them, workout, have breakfast and get ready to leave for work at 7:00am. I'm so trained that I wake up at 5:00am even when I'm away on vacation.
csziggy
(34,137 posts)Usually around daybreak I have to get up to go to the bathroom. I feed the cat if he is around. If I feed him when is not watching, he comes in the cat door and screams before he even gets to his dish, so that seems pointless at least while my husband is here.
While my husband was gone, I fed the cat whenever I got up to pee. The cat got used to that and didn't scream even when he first came in the cat door. I'm not sure what sets him off other than the desire to make my husband suffer.
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)It's quite easy to inadvertently train them to do these things.
We had cats who were indoor-outdoor and they'd hop on the windowsill to be let out through the screen and we'd lift it for them.
When they wanted back in, if we weren't around or didn't notice, they'd pluck the screen with their claws to make noise, which would bring us running to open it so they wouldn't destroy the screen.
Of course, they learned this is how you summon a human for any or no particular reason.
I had to replace those goddamned screens every month.
Moral: don't reward behavior you don't appreciate.
csziggy
(34,137 posts)On the library windows. My computer is in the library and he would tear at the screens to tell me he wanted in. I ended up stuffing him through the cat door every time he did it until he learned to use it. Now he only scratches at the screens when he is caught on the front porch during a rainstorm. To get to the cat door he'd have to run around the house and would get wet.
Eventually I need to spend a couple of weeks replacing the screens in the frames,now that the cat seldom tears them up.
Solly Mack
(90,785 posts)Always the right flip flop. Never the left so I could at least cobble together a pair from the wreckage.
My calico, may she RIP, would get into packs of socks but only eat a hole in one sock per pair. So you'd have 6 pairs of new socks with a hole in one sock of each pair. That had to take work and time.
Weird, init?
That both my dogs and my cat - who never knew each other - all had/have the same predilection?
Destroying just one of a pair.
Glamrock
(11,802 posts)He partied. He'd get all up in my face when I was burning. He used to love licking drops of beer of my wife's fingertips. He got drunk one day.
I was on the couch watching the idiot box one afternoon and I was holding a glass of SoCo on my lap. He walked up talking at me and stroked his head and went back to the tv. I felt his paws on my leg and I looked down and he's sniffing the glass. I grinned thinking, he ain't gonna like that. He looked up at me and I kinda giggled. He went back to sniffing and I went back to the tv. I was into whatever was on long enough for the grin to fade when I felt something going on with my glass. I didn't look down right away just kinda turned my head, eyes still on the screen. Then I heard it. Lap, lap, lap, lap. My eyes snapped and the Squeeker is going to town! I'm all, heeeeyyyyyyy as I'm pulling it away from him. Jesus dude! What're you doing? Oh he was hammered quick. Within a few minutes he was walking diagonally and shit. After probably ten minutes he came over by me and couldn't get up on the couch. I picked him up and laid him against me an he was out. Purring and snoring for a couple hours. Crazy little guy. I miss him.
Xolodno
(6,401 posts)I usually wait until the pile of grocery bags gets a bit big before I put them in the car. One day our cat one of them belonged to him. He pulled it out, played with it and then slept on it. We never put it back, he still plays and sleeps on it. So we figured, yeap, it's his bag. Despite plenty of other posh options for him...he wants the bag.
That's one, the other, he sits with us on a chair at the table during meal time.
meow2u3
(24,772 posts)and then proceeds to chew them. He knows it bothers me and so he does it anyhow.
Fla Dem
(23,741 posts)Wherever I am in the house she'll come to me and starting talking. Once she has my attention she'll start walking in the direction of the bathroom. If I don't follow she stops and talks louder. So yes, I follow her to the bathroom where her litter box is, and tell her what a good girl she is while she does her thing.
Just in case you're wondering. She does her business when she has to even if I'm not home.
DiverDave
(4,887 posts)A logging supply company. He had a cat at the warehouse that would fetch crumpled up pieces of paper.
For hours. Wouldn't fetch anything else, it had to be paper.
Duppers
(28,127 posts)If you crumble paper and she heard it, she'd come running! Just posted about her below.
Major Nikon
(36,827 posts)Anytime a cricket got in the house it wouldnt last long. The dog always knew exactly where to find them.
at140
(6,110 posts)in his mouth and eats them. He can jump 3-4 feet in the air and catch the fly. Seldom misses!
Duppers
(28,127 posts)As someone said, where do I begin?
Had a kitty, whom as a kitten, I'd take for rides on errands, along with his bestie, our beloved dog. Bank tellers loved him - well, they loved them both.
Anyway, we moved... and had a new phone installed (back in the day when installation was necessary). Phone man left. Just a couple of mins later, my sweet next door neighbor kid who had just gotten off the school bus knocked on my door. "SILVER IS ON TOP OF A PHONE TRUCK, traveling down the street!!!"
She was screaming. OMG, my Mr. Silver! We both were in panic mode.
Apparently, he had wanted to go back to our old townhome a few miles away and had hitched a ride. Before I could gather my purse & keys, the phone truck was back in front of the house & the phone man was carrying Mr. Silver in his arms. "MA'AM, THIS IS YOUR CAT!"
Said he'd never had THAT happened before. He'd heard the scratching on top of his truck and had stopped and gotten Mr. Silver down and had driven him back home.
Now, should I tell you about our really wacky kitty, Miss Doozie, who played fetch - Yes, she did! And she'd drag dirty panties out of the dirty clothes and carry them around in her mouth, all.the.time? Yuck!!
We had to get a hamper that she couldn't open. She was a whiz on toilet paper unrolling too. And opening cabinets.
How 'bout our Siamese who brought her newly born kittens into our bed. When I say "into," I mean UNDER THE COVERS!!!
Gawd, I LOVE cats...but my pups are still my ❤.
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And I've a weird dog story that just happened last night but I've typed enough and taken enough of your time already.
IrishEyes
(3,275 posts)One morning I couldn't find my cat. I had put food out and the other cat came running but my cat was nowhere to be seen. My roommate and I looked everywhere. I was getting worried. I realized that I hadn't seen him since last night. We had decided to pull out the bed in the sofa to see if it worked that night. Neither of us had used it before and my mom was coming to visit next week. We pulled it out and then put it back. Then we both went to bed. We both looked at the sofa and knew we had to check. We pulled out the bed and he jumped out. He had crawled in when we opened the sofa without our seeing him. He had happily slept there all night. He didn't make a sound. He got some food, went to the bathroom and then walked over to the sofa and meowed. He wanted to go back. We never ended up pulling out the sofa again. I ended up buying an airbed for me to sleep on when my mom came to visit so she could have my bed. He was a wonderful cat who lived 16 happy years.
Just so you don't think the other cat was the sane one, she climbed into the linen closet one day when my roommate was putting away towels. She happily slept there for hours not making a sound to let us know she was in there.
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)She would climb into a tree where branches overhung the roof, then jump down. The branches would snap back up without her weight, and she'd be stuck on the roof unable to get back into the tree. We'd return home from work to a melancholy face mewing over the gutter.
The only thing I could think of was to bring a wooden stool outside, stand on the porch and hold it up for her. She'd leap to the stool, then down to the ground. It became a five-second routine we both knew - get home, hold the stool up for the cat, epic landing, applause. I started leaving the stool on the porch for this exact purpose.
We did this about 20 times before the branches finally got trimmed.
Duppers
(28,127 posts)What was your little lion's name?
forgotmylogin
(7,530 posts)From a litter of four: Caesar, Cleo, Meep, and Elmo.
Duppers
(28,127 posts)dameatball
(7,399 posts)I guess she just doesn't want to get her feet wet, but obviously can't raise both of them.
at140
(6,110 posts)samnsara
(17,635 posts)..I had a rescue..looked like a giant golden retriever but black (dna test:..lab, cocker, gsd and akita)..so some aggressive mixes.
mythology
(9,527 posts)My mom's girl dog does this sometimes.
dameatball
(7,399 posts)flyingfysh
(1,990 posts)Raisins once pushed a cardboard box into the middle of the kitchen floor, then jumped in it, and hid. When someone would walk by, a paw would come out and swipe at whoever was walking past.
We have some stairs to he upper floors, and he would lie down on a stair about halfway up. When someone walked past the stairs on the way to the kitchen, out came the paw again.
I suppose that was his version of humor. That cat was a character.
at140
(6,110 posts)The lawyer had his dog with him who followed them. On the first hole the lawyer 2 putted. The dog barked twice and wagged his tail.
The psychiatrist was impressed, and asked what does he do if you 3-putt?
The lawyer said "he does a flying somersault".
The psychiatrist asked "how high does he somersault"?
The lawyer said "that depends on hard I kick his butt".
Just a joke folks....do not flame me please!
JonLP24
(29,322 posts)Though lately she likes to get high on her cat tree.
Runningdawg
(4,522 posts)She opens and closes doors, drawers and cabinets. She whacks the doors stops, plays in the water... Her fav toy is a baby rattle.
She's an indoor cat but the 2 pits bring their Queen live tributes from the yard, june bugs, spider and caterpillars, which she greatly enjoys.
She plays a game with the boy pit, stealing one (just one) piece of food from only HIS dish, during every meal. He lets her and sometimes seems to wait for it.
Girl pitty is a crooner. You never know what might set her off. She's got quite the range.
Ginger boy MUST have only his nose covered to sleep. If he can't find a blanket or a corner his paws will do.
He gets extremely agitated when they are seperated. The way to calm him down is to play Close Encounters of The Third Kind.
SWBTATTReg
(22,166 posts)them to pieces...now we have to elevate the trash cans so she can't grab the kleenexs out of them, as well as hiding the Kleenex boxes...
kwassa
(23,340 posts)But I've had dogs that would eat cat poop right out,of the cat box.
FuzzyRabbit
(1,969 posts)When he was a kitten he started licking my nose. If he wanted it closer to him he would bite it (ouch) and pull it closer to him. It took me the longest time to realize he licks to show his affection.
Now he loves licking my forehead. He will do it longer than than I can tolerate it. He will also lick my cheeks and my ears (eww).
Shadow will be 17 years old next month. He is showing his age now. When he is gone I will miss him terribly.
milestogo
(16,829 posts)I think he is protesting my vegetarianism.
Bayard
(22,149 posts)We give him a plastic jar that's almost empty. He takes it outside, lays down, and holds it between his paws to lick out every last speck. Then he takes the empty jar and buries it.
When I'm going to vacuum, I pick up all the Miniature Dachshund's toys, and put them in his toy basket. As soon as I'm done sweeping, he retrieves one toy at a time and jumps up on the couch to place it just so. He continues this process until he has all of them lined up again.
underpants
(182,878 posts)My girl cat, who passed a year ago this week, could sneak onto my lap without me even noticing.
MFM008
(19,818 posts)On my shoulder ...thinks hes a pirate parrot....
Crutchez_CuiBono
(7,725 posts)would hunt naturally and point out pheasants spectacularly. It was the most fascinating animal behavior i ever witnessed.
The only part I had to really deal w in training was the stop, gunshot noise and fetch stuff but a dummy bird in the yard, starters caps gun, and natural regular behavior training until we got to the field was really the only price i paid for the best hunting dog i ever had. Great dog, fun type of hunting bc you have to stalk and the bird has a great chance of surviving if it plays it's cards right. Sportsmanlike and all that. That sweet dog, and a good field all combined for a great experience. Not many pheasants anymore. Loss of habitat and coyotes. Those were the days though. You could walk all day.
procon
(15,805 posts)We have to toss every single nugget for him to catch or chase across the floor. He eats about 1/2 cup of grain free kibble per day and I generally portion out about a teaspoon per serving. I think he picked up on this behaviour after I accidentally spilled some kibble off the countertop and it went bouncing everywhere. He loved the new "game".
I fill up his bowl but he still waits, giving me that sad expression until I toss him a piece of kibble. He's actually gotten quite good at catching some pieces in midair, grabbing them between his paws or right in his mouth.
Truth be told; I like watching him, his crazy antics make me smile.
CanonRay
(14,113 posts)nocoincidences
(2,229 posts)he will bring it to me meowing loudly like he has caught something to present to me. It's funny to watch him drag these huge bags between his legs while screaming at the top of his lungs, despite having a mouthful of plastic.
He's a thumb cat, a polydactyl, and was chosen deliberately for that because I previously had one who was the strangest, most wonderful cat. So is Jersey. I highly recommend getting an extra-toed kitty. They have very different personalities, charming and sometimes almost dog-like. Very affectionate.
Cartoonist
(7,323 posts)Anytime there's a fire truck, ambulance, or police siren going through the neighborhood, he'll stand straight up and howl like a coyote.
Butterflylady
(3,547 posts)he will take his paw and tap me gently on the top of my head then stare at me (nose to nose) till I get up. Love a cat that's a smart ass.
trueblue2007
(17,238 posts)they do this in the middle of the night so every morning we wake up to see 3-6 bird toys in the hall. the boy SALLY has a favorite toy and he will leave it on MY side of the bed. if i get up to pee at night, i will most likely step on the bird toy. they toys are a stick with a plastic line and a bird with feathers. we have feathers, milk lids and balls all over the house.
sagesnow
(2,824 posts)I love this guy's weird sense of humor. He really does know cats.