She uses my garbage can as a perch thejust in time for me to seriously want to dipose of something
My cat would occasionally scratch her left hear so hard that it would bleed then shake her head and spray blood all over the place.
Existing in a quantum superposition of living and dead states.
My sphynx likes the temperature higher than the humans, so every time the AC comes on, he meows in protest.
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.
Beg for food, and then not eating it, letting it go to waste.
The part where they both died 10 years ago…
Mostly refuses to drink water anywhere but from the bathroom sink. Refuses to eat any food that’s been in the food bowl for more than half a hour or so. Pees on my bathroom rug if I leave it on the floor when she’s around…
Cats are fucking assholes, let me tell you.
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.
We have an auto feeder for their dry food that has a removable metal bowl beneath the spout. When the metal dish is in place, all the kibble pours out into the bowl. When the cats think the food is overdue, they will tap the metal bowl out of the way to get attention or wake the machine up or whatever cat reason…and the kibble bounces off the hard flat plastic surface and half of it spills onto the floor where the dog will gobble it up.
Sometimes I put the bowl back in place and sometimes I wait and see if they’ll learn the lesson on their own.
My cat will pick up socks from the dirty sock basket and carry them around in his mouth while yowling. Often this occurs right before he goes to hump something. No idea what the fuck he’s doing, but he leaves the socks everywhere.
Cut his balls off
They’re gone. He’s 11, I adopted him off the street at ~2.5 and he was already neutered.
Two cats, both have their own annoying thing. Black short hair bob tail: will get into any and all food if left out. Has learned to open cabinets and cupboard to get to hidden food. Has chewed through a cardboard box to chew through the bag of dog food, found him neck deep in the bag crunching away. Has chewed a hole in a canvas bag to get to dog food. Oh, and recently started peeing in the laundry. Long haired colorful: gets bored and wants to go outside, will wander the house screaming at the top of his lungs, clawing at every door. Happens anywhere between midnight and 3am, almost every night. Will bolt for the door if you have it open and aren’t watching for him. Where does he want to go? Rolls on his back in the road.
My cats won’t stop playing in the dirt…
Tap for sadness
…because they died and were buried in the backyard
We have a rabbit and a cat. The cat has been with us longer. Whenever I’m petting the rabbit, the cat comes up and wants to be pet too. And only with the hand I’m already petting the rabbit with. If I try to use my free hand, he’ll ignore it and head bump the hand petting the rabbit.
- 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
If cats can see the bottom of the food bowl, they think it’s empty. Shake it even and they’ll eat more.
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.
