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Post by val2525 on Jun 4, 2017 7:02:01 GMT
Feel free to add your own. I heard rustling earlier from the side of my desk. I looked over, and Trixie was trying to catch something on the window blind. The blinds are paper and tear easily, so I told her to stop. Next thing I know, she's meowing up a storm at me as she's walking away from the window. I couldn't tell if she was saying she didn't do anything and it wasn't her, or trying to explain why she was pawing the shade in the first place. Whatever she said, it was pretty much a full paragraph. She will have actual conversations with me. If I take a bath, she's right there on the rug by the tub, chatting up a storm. If I take a book in the bath to read, she gives me a really sad look and walks out of the bathroom with her tail drooping. Talk about a guilt trip, geez!
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Post by titus730 on Jun 4, 2017 14:28:20 GMT
Gosh, I love Trixie. What a great cat. I love Hootie too.
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Post by val2525 on Jun 4, 2017 16:41:57 GMT
Come on folks, there have to be more cat tales out there.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 20:39:01 GMT
I have one.
Years ago, when my parents were alive and I was not married, but no longer living at home, there was kind of a sense of emptiness in the household because there were no pets around at the time. Growing up, we always had dogs, usually two at a time and always 1 doberman and 1 poodle. Cat was not in our family vocabulary.
One day, in the middle of the summer, my mom was doing something in the den, my dad was puttering somewhere around the house. She heard faint sounds coming from the fireplace, but didn't see anything. A few minutes later there were slightly louder sounds in the fireplace and she could see movement. She immediately yelled for my father. When they went over for a closer look, they could see an animal, then they heard meowing.
Seems a big red fluffy cat had either fallen or climbed down the chimney. Thankfully it was during the summer. Thankfully the cat was friendly and seemed none the worse for wear, though full of soot. Thankfully my parents were animal lovers. So 'Rufus' came to be our first family cat.
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Post by titus730 on Jun 4, 2017 21:35:30 GMT
I have a few cat tales but some might upset some of our more delicate members. Especially my tale of the retarded cat. When I blogged about it years ago most found it hilarious but one "friend" took me to task and accused me of animal cruelty. Sheesh.
ETA. That story seems to have disappeared from my drives. Too bad, it was pretty funny.
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Post by val2525 on Jun 4, 2017 22:22:14 GMT
I sleep with a body pillow. I have sleep apnea and sleep on my side (which is good) but I tend to curl up and duck my head (not good) so the body pillow prevents that. If I turn over during the night so the pillow is to my back, Trixie will hop up and get between the pillow and me. She likes sleeping in crevices for some reason. It's cute but dang I'm afraid I'm going to roll over on her one night. She's still tiny, maybe 9 lbs max?
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Post by chapeaunoir on Jun 5, 2017 1:11:27 GMT
LB is in the 7.5 lb range and Cassie is in the 8-9 lb range, and they get rolled on a lot in bed because they persist in glomming onto us and like tight spaces. We hear a muffled mrrrphhhww!! and they squirt out. I think they're pretty good at that.
Ours are so silly that we have all sorts of stores. The time when Jamie (LB) came charging into the library with Cassie the tux clinging to her back (?). Then Cassie stuffing herself under the dresser and waving her paws at us - there was, what, about 3 inches of clear space under that? We thought we'd have to unload and move it, but she came scooching out again.
Since they're both going on 16 they're not as crazy as they used to be, but I caught Cassie chasing a squirrel up a tree and Jamie still does the sprint-across-the-driveway for no reason at all, and brought us a dead mole the other day, so they're still out there hunting.
If we chat, or someone's on the phone, Cassie the tux (if she's inside) will come over and start meowing along, joining the conversation. She's so loud that people on the other end of the line wonder what that yowling is in background lol. When Pat was doing phone interviews he had to make sure that Cassie was out of his office.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 1:29:19 GMT
I have one. We refer to it as - The Summer of Catching Kittens.
An absolutely beautiful silver/white/gray feral cat with crystal blue eyes made her way onto our property. She was simply the most beautiful cat I had ever seen. We started leaving food for her on the back patio. Slowly over time she would eat the food while we stayed nearby. She would always run if we got closer than approximately 5 feet.
I noticed she was pregnant. After she had the kittens, my oldest daughter and I became obsessed with finding them. We wanted to pluck them up in that time frame of - can leave mom, but not too old where they have a lot of feral in them. We spent weeks hiding in vehicles in the back watching for her to walk to her kittens. We were literally hopping on parts cars and crawling in between stuff out back looking for those kittens. My daughter would watch for her while I was crawling around on the ground. I figured she'd tear me up if she caught me. LOL
As fast as we'd find them, she'd move them again. Finally when they were about 3- 4 weeks, she gave up trying to hide them. She'd let use hang out and feed all of them. She'd watch from a distance.
Then we did it. We plucked them up and found them homes. I took her in and had her fixed with all the shots. I felt awful because she'd sit by the patio and stare. I think she was hoping her kittens would come back.
She let me pet her one time. That's it. She ended up dying. I'd like to think that I made her life a little easier with the extra food and warmth.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 1:33:02 GMT
Ours are so silly that we have all sorts of stores. The time when Jamie (LB) came charging into the library with Cassie the tux clinging to her back (?). Then Cassie stuffing herself under the dresser and waving her paws at us - there was, what, about 3 inches of clear space under that? We thought we'd have to unload and move it, but she came scooching out again.
LOL! Kitty paws reaching from under something is hysterical. I can't even go to the bathroom in peace without one of my bad boys reaching his paws under the door.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 1:43:05 GMT
I sleep with a body pillow. I have sleep apnea and sleep on my side (which is good) but I tend to curl up and duck my head (not good) so the body pillow prevents that. If I turn over during the night so the pillow is to my back, Trixie will hop up and get between the pillow and me. She likes sleeping in crevices for some reason. It's cute but dang I'm afraid I'm going to roll over on her one night. She's still tiny, maybe 9 lbs max? Trade ya for the 22 pounder who wants to sleep on your head.
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Post by 57roses on Jun 5, 2017 6:19:43 GMT
I've never owned a cat though I do like them. We have a momma ferel with 3 kittens living under our back deck. (Small backyard that is fenced all around). For the life of me I don't know how we are going to get them out.
They come out in the morning and also around sunset and frolic on the deck, rolling and chasing each other. They are so cute! Momma keeps an eye on our window to see if we are around. Any sound of the door opening and they shoot back under the deck.
I told DH to put up chicken wire on the open side when he built the deck because I was afraid of getting a skunk or something under it. Never got around to it and now 'something' has shown up and I have been assigned to get them out.
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Post by chapeaunoir on Jun 5, 2017 20:14:07 GMT
Ours are so silly that we have all sorts of stores. The time when Jamie (LB) came charging into the library with Cassie the tux clinging to her back (?). Then Cassie stuffing herself under the dresser and waving her paws at us - there was, what, about 3 inches of clear space under that? We thought we'd have to unload and move it, but she came scooching out again.
LOL! Kitty paws reaching from under something is hysterical. I can't even go to the bathroom in peace without one of my bad boys reaching his paws under the door. What is with cats and and bathrooms? What do they think is going on in there? Jamie treadmills on the door and Cassie howls and bangs. If they get the door open and come in, they just stand there and watch. Jamie often reaches up and puts her paws on my knee so I pet her - I have to be dexterous to do, you know, all the business simultaneously. I'll bet that beautiful feral mama cat had a much better life with your care - the fact that she let you pet her once is a big vote of trust - they're basically wild animals at that point so that's a lot.
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Post by titus730 on Jun 5, 2017 22:25:32 GMT
A neighbor knocked on my door one chilly, rainy November night. She had found a tiny kitten and her mother wouldn't let her keep it. This kitten was young, still had blue eyes, and tiny. He fit onto the palm of my hand. He was long haired, had huge paws and a tail like a plume. Brown and white tabby. I named him Wolfie. He was such a lover. He'd allow me to carry him around and even dance with him in my arms.
Wolfie loved being outside, the cold and water. Rain didn't bother him and, when I'd be in the shower, he'd be on the side of the tub, poking his paw through the curtain swiping at the water. He also loved sleeping in the bathroom sink.
One day I was puttering in the kitchen and heard my refrigerator making odd noises. I thought, "Uh oh, I hope that's not a problem." I opened the door and there was Wolfie lounging on a shelf. He was chilling and refused to jump out. I had to remove him. From then on I always checked before closing the door.
Sadly he was only with me for a year. Some stray toms killed him.
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Post by Pantlandia on Jun 6, 2017 1:55:44 GMT
Not a cat tale, but this always scares the shit out of me when I catch it out of the corner of my eye...
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Post by jandsknight on Jun 6, 2017 3:56:27 GMT
This is a cat story I heard from a co-worker years ago. While she was cooking dinner her young children came in with a cat she'd never seen before. While she was asking questions the cat, standing in the middle of the kitchen floor suddenly had her water break and started giving birth to several kittens.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 4:50:42 GMT
Ours are so silly that we have all sorts of stores. The time when Jamie (LB) came charging into the library with Cassie the tux clinging to her back (?). Then Cassie stuffing herself under the dresser and waving her paws at us - there was, what, about 3 inches of clear space under that? We thought we'd have to unload and move it, but she came scooching out again.
LOL! Kitty paws reaching from under something is hysterical. I can't even go to the bathroom in peace without one of my bad boys reaching his paws under the door. What is with cats and and bathrooms? What do they think is going on in there? Jamie treadmills on the door and Cassie howls and bangs. If they get the door open and come in, they just stand there and watch. Jamie often reaches up and puts her paws on my knee so I pet her - I have to be dexterous to do, you know, all the business simultaneously. I'll bet that beautiful feral mama cat had a much better life with your care - the fact that she let you pet her once is a big vote of trust - they're basically wild animals at that point so that's a lot. I can't figure out the bathroom thing. Just like kids.... I could never think of a name for her, so my husband started calling her Girl. It stuck. I loved her so much and was just heartbroken when we found her. I wanted her to trust us so she could be a house kitty. She was way too feral to ever change.
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Post by jandsknight on Jun 6, 2017 6:41:19 GMT
Some dogs insist on following their people into bathrooms, also.
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Post by val2525 on Jun 7, 2017 3:30:39 GMT
Can't say as I blame them. You're just sitting there doing nothing, so you might as well pet the critters.
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Post by deltas*delights on Jun 7, 2017 20:49:25 GMT
Just 10 minutes ago I was making a salad. My kitten Chloe who is 8 months and a tiny little thing jumped up on the counter and swatted a piece of lettuce off my plate. I shooed her away, (no cats on the counter much less in my food)and before she jumped down she swatted my whole salad off the counter!
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Post by kritter on Jun 7, 2017 21:42:43 GMT
Definitely an "in your face" move!
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Post by val2525 on Jun 11, 2017 18:55:09 GMT
Standoff. Hootie has been laying under the bed lately, since it's warmed up and the tile is cool. Which means Trixie has laid claim to the cat pillow on the bed. This morning, Hootie wanted to lay on the pillow, but Trixie was already there. Hootie sat on the end table and just stared at Trixie. Every so often she'd cut her eyes over at him (while not moving a muscle), then go back to sleep. Unfortunately when I got up with the camera, they both looked at me. I'll have to try next time with the cell phone and use the video feature.
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Post by Pantlandia on Jun 11, 2017 19:47:28 GMT
Cats are so freaking hilarious! I can't imagine having two of them. Next to my desk, I have two TV trays for added workspace. I always have paper or something up there and Gypsy always jumps up on it, hits the paper and slides off the other end (of course, dumping anything on it everywhere). She keeps doing it so much that I know that she does it on purpose now. It's like watching the Dukes of Hazzard when they slide across the hood of their car.
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Post by kritter on Jun 11, 2017 19:50:31 GMT
Looks like Hootie is dealing with Trixietude.
First one on the pillow rules!
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Post by val2525 on Jun 12, 2017 0:02:22 GMT
Cats are so freaking hilarious! I can't imagine having two of them. Next to my desk, I have two TV trays for added workspace. I always have paper or something up there and Gypsy always jumps up on it, hits the paper and slides off the other end (of course, dumping anything on it everywhere). She keeps doing it so much that I know that she does it on purpose now. It's like watching the Dukes of Hazzard when they slide across the hood of their car. My desk is glass top. The cat's fleece throw would slide a little every time Hootie jumped up, but not by much since he was pretty good at landing. Trixie, however, at just a few months old wasn't so accurate and she and the blanket would slide right off the other side of the desk when she'd try to jump up. After allowing myself a few snickers (OK, belly laughs!) I got some of the woven shelf liner that holds stuff in place. Works like a charm on the desk top.
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Post by val2525 on Jun 28, 2017 4:59:30 GMT
Trixie is such a little prissy miss. I can use a stern voice with Hootie, and he's like "yes mam!" and does (or stops) whatever it is. Trixie? She just gives me this longsuffering (but sweet) look. I then sigh, and nicely ask her to do (or stop) whatever it is. At which point she blinks, nods or meows and does it.
It's like Living With Miss Daisy some days.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 22:52:35 GMT
This is a sad cat story from years ago when I was in high school. I grew up on a farm and we always had barn cats to help keep down the rodent population, especially needed as in Maine typically barns are connected to the houses.
One morning while getting ready for school, we heard some meowing going on and saw this long haired white and buff colored cat running along in the front yard acting strangely. Our dad went to investigate and discovered that the cat had had a kitten but had not bitten the cord in two and the poor kitten was meowing and was desperately trying to hang on to it's mother's tail. Meanwhile the mother cat seemed to have no idea what the kitten even was and was trying to run away from it. Sadly, the kitten had suffered a good bit of damage from being dragged around.
As the cat was at least three years old and had never had kittens before, we had all assumed that it was a male cat and being long haired it wasn't readily obvious it wasn't. I've always thought it very strange that the cat had no natural instinct to know what to do after the kitten was born. I don't know how common/uncommon this behavior might be in the animal world.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 6:29:21 GMT
I sleep with a body pillow. I have sleep apnea and sleep on my side (which is good) but I tend to curl up and duck my head (not good) so the body pillow prevents that. If I turn over during the night so the pillow is to my back, Trixie will hop up and get between the pillow and me. She likes sleeping in crevices for some reason. It's cute but dang I'm afraid I'm going to roll over on her one night. She's still tiny, maybe 9 lbs max? Huh, I never knew that sleeping with your chin down was bad. I do that. When Bubby was tiny the doorbell rang one morning and woke me up. I put my hand out (under the covers) and it touched a warm, soft thing. I nearly screamed, then realised it was my new kitten. She was always tucking herself into nooks and crannies. A few times she got up INTO my sleep shirt, curled up in the small of my back. She trained me to wake up and stay absolutely still until I'd assessed who was where. Now she just wants to sleep on my pillow, breathing into my face. Ewwww.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 6:34:35 GMT
This is a sad cat story from years ago when I was in high school. I grew up on a farm and we always had barn cats to help keep down the rodent population, especially needed as in Maine typically barns are connected to the houses. One morning while getting ready for school, we heard some meowing going on and saw this long haired white and buff colored cat running along in the front yard acting strangely. Our dad went to investigate and discovered that the cat had had a kitten but had not bitten the cord in two and the poor kitten was meowing and was desperately trying to hang on to it's mother's tail. Meanwhile the mother cat seemed to have no idea what the kitten even was and was trying to run away from it. Sadly, the kitten had suffered a good bit of damage from being dragged around. As the cat was at least three years old and had never had kittens before, we had all assumed that it was a male cat and being long haired it wasn't readily obvious it wasn't. I've always thought it very strange that the cat had no natural instinct to know what to do after the kitten was born. I don't know how common/uncommon this behavior might be in the animal world. Vickie, that's horrible! I've heard of Momkats pushing kittens away, and abandoning them, but they managed to give birth okay. How sad.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2017 6:44:56 GMT
When I had my bedroom and office upstairs and closed the cats out Bubby used to get up on the roof, stand outside the window of the room I was in, and meow loudly and insistently until I opened the screen and let her in. The windows were on the front of the house, so it was a nice spectacle for the whole street. Now everything is downstairs, so I can entertain gentleman friends without any public announcements.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 7:10:28 GMT
Let me take this opportunity of a lull in the cat tales to mention a few of the things I love about cats. There's no one else I can share this with. I love how cats run, kind of bouncy. Not when they're scared and trying to get away, but that little jog they do when they're in a hurry. I love how they look pointedly at my hands, then into my eyes, clearly saying, "Your hands are empty and idle, why aren't they patting me?" I love how they inspect the groceries as I'm putting them away, and have to look in every bag or box I open. My dad's cat Bruce had to look into his dry food box every morning, even though it was always the same box with the same stuff in it.
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