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.
My cat brings me leaves and pine cones that he’s “killed”. He’s always extremely pleased with himself.
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.
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.
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?”
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.
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.
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 the decency to inform me about it.
One of our dogs turns off the Roomba by thwacking the button with her paw. It took awhile to catch her in the act.
Used to have a dog that LOVED opening Christmas presents. The weird part was there could be several presents, all wrapped, and she would always immediately grab the one that had her name on it.
She could read!
Or it was the one that smelled like pet supplies and she smart.
My cat never jumped on furniture, even when I tried to coax her with wet food and treats. She just wouldn’t. I even took her to the vet to check on her back legs. She just doesn’t want to get on the furniture, and that never changed.
Except for one incident two years later. I was doing food prep for the week, and she jumped on the counter, walked up and stepped in my avocado. Still no idea what prompted it.
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 dog had to wear the cone of shame once. He got his face stuck to the fridge door for 10 minutes. Had to work out some other solution lol
My dog used to ask me to lock him inside the bathroom to eat so my other dog wouldn’t steal his food.
He liked taking his time.
My first cat started his life living with my friend in her flat. Her kitchen was long with a very slippery floor. The cat would stand by the kitchen door with a toy at his feet, begging someone to throw it into the kitchen for him. He’d run, jump into the kitchen, skid along the floor, grab the toy on his way past and turn around at the end of the skid so he could run back to you with it to throw it again.
I had a large bag on the footrest in my living room. My current overlord jumped into the bag which immediately slid off the footrest and onto the floor upside down. He attacked me for the next few minutes when I tried to move it.
