My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
Potentially adopting a cat. He put his head in my mouth at the shelter. I was sold.
This one is wierd. I like him. And, There’s no way this one is surviving without human intervention.
He lives with us. He’s a good boy.
My cat brings me leaves and pine cones that he’s “killed”. He’s always extremely pleased with himself.
Every day he escapes to the school next to my house and now the dog is part in the teaching staff photos every year.
He’s probably getting a GED
A Goodboy Education for Dogs.
I caught him once trying to open the back door by standing on his hind legs and pulling down on the door handle.
The first cat I had (as a teen on my own) was the most amazing character. We used to go on walks to a corner store and she’d patiently wait for me while I shopped.
One day on our walk back from the store I saw her stop in her tracks, and then she was gone. I looked ahead and saw that some friends had decided to visit … and they had brought their dogs.
Psycho wasn’t your typical female cat. She was territorial as hell and protected her turf with a ferocity of a lion.
By the time I got to the house she had managed to terrorize the hell out of those three dogs, then wrap herself around the muzzle of one while biting his nose. That poor dog was screaming and swinging his head back and forth trying to shake Psycho off … to no avail.
I was finally able to pry her off and she promptly ran through the old milk chute to hide in the basement. My friends decided the best thing to do was take their dogs home to nurse their small wounds.
Needless to say the dogs never visited again.
Omg we had a Maine Coon as a pet when I was a teen. Go look them up, they are big. I heard yelping one day and say him hanging onto the neighbor’s dog’s tail and swinging around in the air. The dog stopped pooping in our yard after that. Then once I heard my mom yelling in the back yard. There she was being chased by the cat who probably thought it was lots of fun. I asked my mom, “What did you think the cat was going to do? Nibble on your ankles?”
Start a vasectomy foundation, free vasectomy for childless guys. Support abortion. Every human not born is worth more than any human already born can do for the environment.
One time I got ready to head for grad school just like any other day and right before and I realized I forgot to close my shirt drawer and was like huh, I’ve never forgotten that before. Nine or ten hours later I get back home and Buddy has not come out to greet me, instead I see our other cat Oceanborn, who is quite antisocial. I walk into the bedroom and Oceanborn paces in front of the dresser meowing and my heart sank into my stomach when I realized what I had done. For just a moment I felt so awful but opening that drawer just to see him do an enormous yawn and then a stretch and then jump out all happy, there’s something to be said for moments of terror for someone’s well-being that instantly turn to pure comedy when you realize they’re fine.
Black cat snuggled up in my black shirts. Later that evening I saw him use his paw to open the dresser drawer and hop in again, so it turns out he had just taught himself a new trick without having the decency to inform me about it.
My cat gets his claws stuck in things.
No, they’re not overgrown. Hes able to fully retract them out of the way. He just. Doesn’t.
Not once, ever, have I seen him relax his leg and calmly lift the paw off to unstick the claws. Instead he only ever pulls harder and more violently, which makes retraction impossible due to how the force pulls on the claws. He will struggle more and more fervently until whatever thread, carpet or rope he is stuck in, is the thing that gives.
If he’s really stuck, I sometimes help him by pulling on the stuck limb to give the claws enough slack to come unstuck. This has not led him get the hint.
Is he orange?
He sure is
I also have an orange cat that does this, though not to such an extent. What is the connection?
It is said that all orange cats share one brain cell… however mine is black and the same thing goes on. I have to manually remove her claw from whatever it is in. I think it is some ancient instinct that is related to cutting flesh…
as a non-cat person, lmao at this Q&A
One of our dogs turns off the Roomba by thwacking the button with her paw. It took awhile to catch her in the act.
My previous cat Harry had shockingly good English comprehension skills. As I was walking out to the car to go get some fried chicken, Harry was milling around near the front door. Fried chicken was his favorite food. I said to him, “Harry, I’m gonna go get some chicken. If you’re here when I get back I’ll give you some.” He sat his fluffy ass down on the spot and when I got back there he sat.
Another day he was on the far side of the yard. I stuck my head out the door and said “Harry, come here.” And he stood up and started ambling in my direction. I said “Come here quicker.” And he broke into a trot.
I was at a dinner party with my shepherd-mix. While we humans sat at the table, he strolled around, went to the kitchen and found a small, delicious smelling trashcan. It had cooked chicken bones in it, not good for dogs. Unable to open it on his own, luckily, he grabbed the whole trashcan and brought it to me to open for him. Everyone was laughing. He was sad though that I did not help him get what he wanted but I was a little bit proud of him.
He was a great dog and lived to be 16. Rest in peace, buddy.
When my beagle was a baby she would stand in front of the couch, under the coffee table, stare at the couch, crouch, line up her shot, jump up and bang her head on the coffee table. She did this often enough to earn her the title Silly Bonks. Her full name is Princess Fancy Pants ‘Silly Bonks’ of House Cuddlepup.
I also recently taught her to stand up on her hind legs and spin around. Sometimes she jumps up and spins so aggressively she falls over.
She will run as hard and fast as she can on wet grass at the park and fall and just roll like three or four times, I’m not sure if shes slipping or doing it on purpose.
She learned if she stands on the couch she can reach out and put her front paws on the doorknob to look out the window in the front door. She had a couple good tumbles before she figured out how to properly dismount that one.
My cat got an unexpected chilli experience. I was cooking curry, and chopping up a bunch of peppers, and went back to my computer momentarily to double check something in the recipe. Cat hopped up on to my lap and, when I wasn’t looking, licked my fingers. Poor wee guy had no idea what was happening to him and scarpered for the bathroom sink, where he yelled at me to please come turn the tap on
(I know chilli oil is quite bad for cats; he was okay after this brief but very unpleasant experience)
My cat loves sleeping with his face pressed inside my armpit or as close as possible in the bend of my arm. Sometimes, he can’t breathe that well, so he does the swimmer’s thing where he pulls up his head, takes a deep breath, and then goes back in 😂
My cat also loves the bend of my arm. I think she’s getting a big snootfull of mom scent, and it gets me emotional that that is her happy place.
We adopted a yellow-headed amazon (parrot) in his 40s. For months he was shy and kept to himself.
One day, seemingly out of the blue, he began whistling songs, cat-calling, saying his name, asking for a cracker, etc. He had like an entire repertoire!
Most unexpected, funniest thing that’s happened with any of our pets.
Close second is a cat that would play fetch, like a dog!
I’ve got a cat like that.
Also taught him to “come”.
Gross
Wrong spelling for that joke to work.
the inverted commas do raise questions though
