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    So, my boyfriend has this cat, named Ash. Ash has been with boyfriend since he was a wee little kitten and is now 11 years old. Ash and boyfriend are very close, and Ash is very goofy sometimes. I thought I'd share some of his sillier stories.

    "Let me tuck you in!"
    Ash likes to tuck boyfriend in. Sometimes he tucks me in, too, but he almost always tucks my boyfriend in. To do this, Ash will first require that boyfriend is laying on his back. If he's laying on his front or side, Ash will put his front paws up on boyfriend's hip like he's trying to roll him over. While he's laying on his back, Ash will walk up onto boyfriend's chest and stomp. Like, literally, stomp his front paws. Sort of like kneading. After he does this a few times, he will lay down on boyfriend's chest and purr and demand head rubs. The whole process takes about 5-10 minutes. After, Ash will jump down and go his merry way. But boyfriend can't go to sleep until Ash tucks him in. And if he gets up in the middle of the night, to use the bathroom or something, Ash has to tuck him in again when he comes back to bed.

    "But the water is DANGEROUS!"
    When boyfriend takes a shower in the morning, Ash sits outside the bathroom door and cries. And cries. And cries. Until boyfriend comes out. Often, Ash will come cry to me too. We have determined that he is worried that boyfriend is getting wet, and when he comes crying to me, he's basically saying, "He's getting WET! You have to SAVE HIM!" When boyfriend gets done in the shower, he usually opens the bathroom door a crack to let the steam out (our vent doesn't work very well) and Ash will nose his way into the bathroom to investigate, like he's making sure everything his safe. Sometimes he will sit or lay down in front of the shower, like he's some kind of guardian trying to prevent boyfriend from going back in there.

    "Mau mau mau!"
    Ash likes to have conversations with us. They usually go like this:
    "Hi Ash!"
    "Mau!"
    "Really?"
    "Mau!"
    "Are you sure?"
    "Mau!"
    "No way!"
    "Mau!"
    "Don't say that, Ash."
    "Mau!"
    etc. etc. They can go on for several minutes. He will literally respond to everything we say/ask him.

    "I'm a GHOSTBUSTER!"
    We have a large floor rug in the living room. Ash likes to chase things under it. Thing is, we're not sure WHAT he's chasing under it, so we've determined the apartment is haunted and Ash is chasing ghosts. He makes a very funny little "Whurrr!" noise and dives under the rug, his tail sticking out and twitching.

    "Bless You."
    This just happened. Ash is sitting next to me on the couch, and I sneezed, and he looked at me and meeped.

    Anyway, he's a really nice cat and really funny. I'll post some more stories if I think of some more of the funnier ones. Does anyone else have some unique cat stories?

  • #2
    Haha, that's so adorable!

    My cat sometimes 'tucks me in' like that too. I never thought of it that way.

    Yin-Yang, who is my feline alter ego, follows me everywhere I go. And it took me a good two years to realize I had coherent conversations with her! I never even noticed I said much to her before one day when I had been responding to her and getting responses for a good 15 minutes. I swear the way she acts when I talk to her, she knows what I'm saying. After all, she's trained to get off the counter when I tell her to- she knows I mean business!

    Other stories about her... A sign of how close we are. Cats that are about to have birth tend to hide somewhere comfortable to have kittens. Yin-Yang was laying on my lap purring and purring and purring while I was chatting with a friend and I realized she'd had her first kitten on my lap. She wanted to have KITTENS on her mommy!

    Am I just a crazy cat lady?

    And since your stories reminded me of her, I went out on the porch to call for her for cuddles. After a few moments of "Yin-Yang! Come here kitty kitty kitty!" I suddenly hear a "mew!" And behind me is my newest kitten Apollo, who is about a year old. He was sleeping on my mother a few minutes earlier and it was like he was saying "She's not home! Stop calling and pet me instead!"

    ... Yeah, I'm a crazy cat lady.
    Last edited by Chazzie; 07-28-2009, 10:51 PM.

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    • #3
      Ash sounds very cute!! *insert request for pics!*

      Only cat stories i have are of my parents herd. I was housesitting one time and all the sudden the cats decide to run from one end of the house to the other, at midnight. At some point the door to the laundry area opened. All the sudden I heard a very loud THUD. Couple minutes later they all took off again and then another THUD was heard. I believe this explains everything that is wrong with their cats.

      And funny story was hope I found out they got another kitten. Hubby and I are in Vegas and I am checking email and whatnot. Get an email from my Mom stating that "Your father just poked a kitten out of a tree" Guess the neighbors let then baby roam free and Dad found him crying in the tree. So he got a stick and poked him. Guess a few days later the neighbors asked him if he had seen their kitten, he told them no. We believe he landed on his head since the boy has never been quite right since.
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      • #4
        Could you post a picture of Ash? He sounds adorable!

        My Chessie is still in the Mischievous Kitten stage; Millie is only slightly better. I had to clean up the bathroom earlier because one or both of them (I'm betting it's Chessie) discovered the Joys of Unraveling Toilet Paper.

        And the furniture in our house includes:
        1. one recliner, clawed
        2. one fold-out couch, covered in cat hair
        3. one office chair, ripped
        4. one sisal scratching post, utterly pristine and untouched
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        • #5
          Mei Mei is our calico. At the moment I am very unhappy with her but will try to recall some of her cute-nesses.

          One recent one is when we were watching an old kung fu movie. 'Mei Mei' is a Mandarin slang term for 'little sister'. In the film, a man was talking to his sister and said, 'mei mei'. She looked up, like, "Who's calling me?"

          Oddly enough, when we call her, she ignores us.
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          • #6
            My kitty Art. Or Artemus, is so named because she fancies herself a mighty mighty huntress. She enjoys hunting such things as flies, gnats, birds outside the window, the seal on gallons of milk, along with the caps, her little ball of calico fluff that looks like it was grafted off her back, ball of feathers, ghosts, gremlins, brownies, pixies, other unseen critters that love to chase her back and torment her tail and whiskers.... and the occasional ferret... though that rarely ends well for poor Art as the ferrets are actually much better hunter-ers and fighters. ((It's really pathetic to watch a 10 pound cat get drug under the couch by the tail by a 2 pound ferret.... funny... but pathetic))

            She has also recently discovered that, if I am watching a movie on the computer and I am not paying her sufficient attention, she can swat the space bar and pause my movie. Thus resulting in the attentions... though not always the kind she was looking for.

            But I think that perhaps the cutest... but most annoying trait Art posses is the fact that she has learned to actually speak in some form. I have counted at least 60 different "meows" or "mews" depending on what she is saying. I have also been cussed out by her... while it is not as articulate as being cussed out by a Siamese... it is pretty offensive all the same. Her greatest achievement so far though is actually saying "Yes" and "No" or... "mmmYes" and "NO" It is the oddest thing to hear. The yes starts off with a normal meow sound but ends with an almost perfect 'yes' sound, and the no is quite actually NO. but what is more... is she uses them in context... IE ((Beaus favorite convo, in regards to Art trying to attack our new little ferret who doesn't really fight back and so has been hurt by Art before))
            "Art! Do you want me to squirt you!
            -No.
            Are you going to stop stalking my ferret?
            -no
            **Squirt squirt SQUIRT**
            Are you going to stop stalking Bella now?
            -*cower* mmmyes....
            Are you going to listen to daddy when he says stop?
            -...mmmyes
            Are you going to do that again?
            -No....

            I cracked up when I was listing.



            ((I have so many more... but I didn't want to tread jack major! sorry for the long comment *cough you started it cough*))
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            • #7
              As requested, pictures!

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/

              That's a directory with a bunch of cat pics in, some of Ash, some of other cats. Anything with Ash's name on it will be of him; there are some others of him without his name in the filename, so look for the grey and white cat in those. Also, for reference, Yume is our other cat who's currently living with us. The other cats are his mom and sister's (they all used to live together before my boyfriend moved a few years ago.)

              In particular, here are some especially cute ones of Ash:

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/tinybox.jpg -- Ash trying to sit in a box that's about three sizes too small for him. (the other cat in that pic is our Yume.)

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/ashharuhi.jpg -- Buddha Ash sitting on a pillow

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/tubby.jpg -- Ash sitting in a laundry basket (there's a story about this below, too!)

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/ashbelt.jpg -- Ash somehow got himself wrapped up in my boyfriend's belt. Yes, he did that all by himself.

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/newbed.jpg -- Ash and Yume cuddled up together on our new bed. All together now: AWWWWWW!

              http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cat...outerflash.jpg & http://speed.sakabatou.net/stuff/cats/ashrouter.jpg -- We just took these a few minutes ago. Ash sitting on top of our router. He loves it up there because it's high up and gives him a good view of the living room, it's warm (he often starts to fall asleep while sitting up there, and starts to wobble back and forth dangerously, although we've never seen him fall off...yet) and because it's fairly secluded, so he can get away from Yume (or my boyfriend and I ) if we're chasing him.

              So, more stories:

              "I don't feel so good..."
              This happened a few days ago. Ash wasn't feeling very good for some reason. It happens sometimes, where he throws up either because he has a hairball, or just for apparently no reason. He's otherwise very healthy, so we never think anything of it. This was sorta funny, though. My boyfriend has a computer desk that forms an "L" shape, and on the outside corner on top of the desk, he has his main computer tower. Ash also likes to sit up there sometimes. So he got up there...and promptly threw up over the side of the tower. I feel so guilty about laughing at it, but when my boyfriend told me about it (I was in the shower when it happened) I couldn't help but bust out laughing, while hugging Ash and asking him if he was okay.

              "Noooo! Don't let them poke me, Momma!"
              We had Ash at the vet over the weekend (not related to the vomit-incident above, it was just time for his annual checkup.) When the vet came in, she asked us to put Ash up on the exam table for her. I picked him up and set him down on the table, and he promptly buried his face under my armpit and started whimpering, his butt sticking straight up toward the vet. We could all practically hear him saying, "Don't let them take me! Protect me! They're going to POKE ME!" It gave the vet a great chance to take his temperature, though.

              "We'll have a plate of that, too, please."
              Boyfriend and I usually eat dinner at our dining room table (shocking, I know, as so many people today eat at their PC or on the couch while watching TV -- but when I make a homemade meal, I like us to eat like a family, cats included!) We usually sit across from each other. Most of the time, one, and sometimes both of the cats, will jump up on one of the spare chairs and sit there very patiently and expectantly, waiting to be fed. It's so cute because their heads just barely poke over the top of the table, so it really does look like they're sitting there waiting for their plate of food.

              "But I want HER food!"
              Yume is on a special kidney diet because she is in the early stages of renal failure. She eats a prescription wet food that comes in a pouch and tastes like chicken, but we mix a little fish-flavored canned stuff from the grocery store in with it, because she likes fish flavored food much better than chicken, and she eats more that way. Anyway, Ash LOVES her food. He loves wet food of any kind. He eats dry Science Diet Lite formula, because he is a little tubster (although he has lost about 2 pounds since last year!) But he gets so excited when Yume gets her food, that we have to put them in separate rooms or else he will eat her food (and sometimes she will hiss and growl at him for doing so.) So, we put Yume in the spare bedroom with her bowl of food, and leave Ash in the living room with his food. Except, he's a smart little bugger: Sometimes, if Yume almost finishes her bowl, but has a few crumbs left in it, we'll let Ash finish it up. So, he's learned to not eat any of his food until we let Yume out of her room. When he even sees us going toward the spare bedroom (or our bedroom, or the bathroom, since they're all down the same hallway), he goes DASHING after us and sits expectantly outside Yume's door, waiting until we open it, then running hopefully inside to see if we'll let him have his treat.

              "Where's my towel?"
              This is the story I mentioned above regarding the laundry basket. Ash LOVES when we do laundry. My boyfriend usually folds his laundry and sets it on the couch to sort it, and Ash loves to lay on the warm towels. He also gets excited when he see us bringing our full laundry baskets toward the door, 'cuz he knows that means it's laundry time. After we put our laundry in the washing machine and bring the empty laundry baskets back to the apartment, Ash will often jump inside them to wait till we bring our his fresh laundry to him.

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              • #8
                Tucking in and Shower guarding are too cute! My boy waits outside the bathroom but that's just cuz he likes to play with the water when they're done in the shower. My girl lays on my dad and watches the door while he reads. She's very quiet and likes to hide, but every once in a while I'll be at the computer in the kitchen and she'll tiptoe up to me, stretch up and tap her paw on my arm. I look down, say hi, and she goes off on her way. I guess she's just letting me know she's still there. Sometimes she'll get up in my lap, though, and just curl up there while I'm on the computer.

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                My Chessie is still in the Mischievous Kitten stage; Millie is only slightly better. I had to clean up the bathroom earlier because one or both of them (I'm betting it's Chessie) discovered the Joys of Unraveling Toilet Paper.
                Put the roll on backwards. Then it just spins around.

                One of my favorites about my first cat (George, aka Kitty). He was a pretty big snuggler and liked to sit in laps: My parents have friends who come up every once in a while and they usually play cards. The husband is a big guy, with a good-sized gut. One night they were playing cards and Kitty kept jumping up on the table, which was not something he normally did. (Couldn't keep him from scratching the couch, but he was good about not getting up on the kitchen surfaces.) So he jumped onto the table, and my mom pushed him off. He jumped up again, and my mom pushed him off. And again. So they decided to just let him up and see what it was he was trying to do. He went over to their friend, and curled up on the table against his chest. He just wanted to sit in his lap...but he didn't have any lap to sit in!
                Last edited by BookstoreEscapee; 07-29-2009, 02:15 AM.
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                • #9
                  That reminds me of my cat Delilah. She was a real sweetie who I'd had for about eight years, ever since she was five or six weeks old. She had a unique policy regarding small critters like bugs, birds, etc. If they were outside, they were fair game. If they were inside, she didn't bother them.

                  Case in point. I used to foster baby birds, and whenever they started screaming for food, Delilah would come running to find me. She'd be howling up a storm, and wouldn't stop until I fed the greedy little gluttons.

                  I also had a baby corn snake that loved curling up with Delilah. I'd set the snake down, and Delilah would just watch it slither toward her and curl up with her. She never bothered the snake at all, though she quite often caught little garter snakes outside.

                  Toward the end of her life, Delilah- who by that time had a younger friend named Tango- developed an unusual friendship that still amazes me. Where I live is apparently good toad country. I'm bound to see one or two if I go outside at night. There's this one great big female I call Red, and she and Delilah had formed a friendship. Every now and then, Delilah would sit by the door and howl at me, not because she wanted to go out, but because she wanted me to open the door. Every time, I'd find Red sitting on the stoop and she'd hop inside. Red would hop around the room while the cats followed her and pat at her gently, and sometimes Red would sit with Delilah. They'd sit together for hours, and sometimes Delilah would wrestle with Red- always gently, never biting and never using what claws she had left (she'd been front declawed). And whenever Red was ready to leave, she'd hop to the door and wait for me to open it, then she'd vanish into the bushes.

                  That went on for three years until Delilah died and I had to give Tango away. But Red's still around, and she gets so mad at my current cat Merlin, because he won't play with her like Delilah used to. She'll chase him around, and it freaks him out so bad.

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                  • #10
                    I love cats that talk! I have conversations with my friend's cat all the time. I'm not allowed to have pets at my house, but I house-sit for a friend a couple of times a year, and she has two cats. One is a fairly normal calico named Cali--Cali and I get along, but she's not my biggest fan.

                    Little Boy, on the other hand...Little Boy is a HUGE orange long-hair, and though he normally hates strangers, he's always loved me. And he's a talky-cat, so I have long drawn out conversations with him.
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                    • #11
                      Ratha, that story is adorable.

                      Made me think of yesterday's Daily Puppy.
                      I don't go in for ancient wisdom
                      I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
                      It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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                      • #12
                        I have kitteh stories too!!

                        Morgan Le Fey: my fat 6 yr old tabby with...issues. SHe loves her mommy.....other people.....not always, and she will attack for no reason. She has drawn blood. My bf has finally stopped being attacked after two years
                        She insists on following me in to the downstairs bathroom...rubbing against my legs, meowing, purring, and attacking when I go for the TP.
                        We called her "chaperone kitty," because when the bf and I started dating....she'd hiss if he hugged me She lives in mortal fear of:

                        Baba O'Riley: my 4(?) yr old runt black male with one eye. He has feline herpes. He never shuts up (he must be part Siamese) He has a severe Napoleon complex....he must be in charge of all (even at my bfs when Riley met the bfs cats). He is the world's most loving cat...when he isn't meowing, he's purring. This affection can come at......not good times (thank bast the bf is a cat-dude) He has racked up insane vet bills because he is an idiot. He has been taught how to "Sit"

                        Sorry.....that was long!!!!
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                        • #13
                          I love all the cat stories! I've been reading them to Ash and my boyfriend, they're great bedtime story material before Ash goes to tuck us in. Please, keep posting!

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                          • #14
                            My cat stories tend to fall in as follows.

                            Harrison: Our former kitty who had anaemia and had to be put down in the end. Highlights include him ripping open and eating a bag of mushrooms (he actually enjoyed them ) and one night, he was asked if he wanted to come to bed. Flops down, rolls over, sits up. "wanna come to bed?" Flop down, roll over, sit up. Lather, rinse, repeat. Unfortunately by the time dad got the video camera he'd stopped doing it.

                            Oscar: Our currently 4-year-old kitty. Very affectionate, if you go to bed and then get up during the night, he'll go "memememememew" run up to you and start headbutting and purring you. It's very cute. During the day, he also kneads a stuffed tiger that we have on my parents bed. said tiger is very long and very plushy. every time he goes to sleep, he has to knead the tiger first. He also for some strange reason, plays with the water stream from the hose every time mum waters the plants.

                            Mitchell: Our 4 1/2 year old kitty, all mitchell needs is a backscratch and he'll start purring and headbutting you. He IS part siamese, so he will headbutt you and purr constantly. I still remember him as a kitten climbing up the Christmas tree, but the best moments for him would have to be on his first few days. We got him at 8 weeks instead of 12 for some reason can't remember what. On the way home, he wouldn't stop mewing, so we pull over about 10km from home, mum goes to lift him out of the cage, what neither of us realised was that he'd sunk his claws into the blanket and wouldn't let go! So she just wrapped him up in the blanket and cuddled him. later on, it turned out that he was so small that he could sleep across mum's chest. Ah, those were the days.

                            Oh yes, and let's not forget that all three of them have been guilty of poking around in the bathtub (seldom used these days) and sitting in the chairs at the table like they're waiting for their meals. Oh and Mitchell used to curl up in the dining room chairs....we'd open out so we could eat and he's there!
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                            • #15
                              LOL, I forgot to mention...Ri tucks me in, and does a "Leopard Pose." You how leopards will sit in trees, all legs dangling? Well, if I am on my side, Ri does that Then he kneads my head...and drools, its a bit creepy.
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