She uses my garbage can as a perch thejust in time for me to seriously want to dipose of something
The cat has needs, but refuses to communicate them without first performing an elaborate bee-style ritual dance/scream-off
E.g. if she wants to drink from the faucet, I have to stand there while she circles and jumps from countertop to countertop for 5 minutes. If I turn on the faucet in advance she will get annoyed at being rushed and reset the entire QuickTime event
My cat loves to be a bongo, there is nothing in the world he loves so much as to have his bum bomped. So rather than lie in my lap or rub his cheek against my hand when he wants attention, he sticks his butt in my face instead. If my face is inaccessible, he makes sure his butt is by my hand or arm so he’s constantly in the way if I’m on the computer or working with my hands. If he’s near me his butt is pointed towards me. He’s a handsome boy so it’d be nice to see the other side of him sometimes.
We discovered the bongo technique about two years ago, I genuinely can’t remember how we gave her attention before that, for now there is only bongos.
One wants to be petted 25h/day. That would be fine but there’s a catch: it must be in a specific corner of the house. So she asks me to be petted, then as I move my hand to pet her she runs to that corner, and the cycle repeats until I go there.
The other likes to sleep inside a blanket folded as it was a pocket. She undoes the “pocket” every time that she wakes up, and when she’s back I need to refold it, lift one of the sides of the blanket, wait for her milk dance, gently tap her butt as if saying “go, go”, then she gets in.
These are really adorable. A bit anoying, but very adorable.
I had a cat years ago that apparently thought he was ‘helping’ me by gently removing my glasses by biting the hinge and slowly pulling them off of me. I never could fully break him of that habit either, I just had to make sure he never got close to my face whenever I’d pet him.
Silly kitty! 😹
Puking exclusively on the carpets
My cat has literally sprinted in order to get to a room with carpet before he barfs. What the hell is that all about?
I think they want to use the nice, renewable inside grass to absorb/hide it and keep it from spreading
Folex carpet cleaner is the goat
She sometimes steals a hair tie from my room, brings it to me, and screams until I take it. It’s usually mangled, soaked in spit, and not something I’d want to use, but she’s got the spirit if not the brain cells.
She’s half-orange, which I thought would make her half as stupid, but she’s full stupid half the time instead.
I had a cat that used to yank all the books off the bottom of the bookshelves, not because he wanted to sit there, just because.
He also used to bang the bottom kitchen cupboards over and over again with his paw just because.
He hated whistling. If you whistled, he would scream at you to stop, and if you didn’t, he would bite your face.
I know all cats like to get under your feet but mine is an absolute jedi master at knowing exactly where to be to inconvenience you the most. I don’t know how she does it. She just knows exactly where I’m going to go so she can be directly in the way. You’d think she’d learn after being accidentally kicked a few times but nope.
That’s an extra dangerous behaviour they have, especially for old people.
Yeah I’m potentially moving abroad next year and will have to find a home for her, and I’m cautious to give her to certain people for that reason.
LOT. When cats do this “messing around your feet stuff”, instead of normal walking, sort of drag your feet.
My cat is a fluffy bastard. He likes to lay in dirt with debris of sorts. Pollen, seeds, twigs, flowers, bits of loose moss… the leftover stuff after spring. And so he and his fluffy coat come in and leave a trail of the stuff wherever he goes. I spent time brushing it out, only for him to gather it up again the followibg day. He is a walking swiffer.
Old story, may not qualify. Something like 30ish years ago when I was but a young lad, I had some stuffed animals on a shelf that my dad had won from the claw machine on bowling nights. That takes dedication right there. Anyway one was a small, slightly fuzzy brown dog.
The cat decided to “this is mine now” with it and her preferred hiding place was under the parents’ bed. My mother world constantly find it when cleaning, give it back, and tell me to put it away. Cat came back and took it again. Every. Single. Time.
Eventually I just gave up and let her keep it. My mom had to restitch the neck several times because that’s where cats grab kittens when carrying them around.
- Wakes me up some time between 2:00 and 5:00
- Goes under/behind the heavy furniture to throw up (or else, on my bed)
- Doesn’t eat her food, but cries for more food
When I stand up to stretch after sitting for a while, he will jump on my char and lay over it.
I have almost sat on him a few times.
He has claimed the bathroom sink as his bed. While this is very convenient for petting the cat while using the toilet, he tends to sleep in the morning and evening which is also the most likely times I want to brush my teeth.
Fortunately, the kitchen sink is just around the corner, so it is not necessary to disturb the adorably sink-napping cat.
Dumping a N.2 bomb every time I sit down to have a meal
my cat stopped sleeping anywhere other than my epic gaming chair a few months ago. whenever i want to sit on it, i either have to sit on the very edge to not upset my little princess, or have her get very angry :D
she’ll sooner lie down on the floor than ever sleep on my bed again
