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    Our eldest cat Mitchell (Tonkinese) has this thing for perching on top of a scratching post with a platform on it. When you walk past it and give him a backrub, he'll start getting affectionate with you. However when you walk away after a while, he'll give a meow and bat at you like "Hey, come back here I wasn't done!"

    Him and his brother also have this occasional tendency to start fighting when his brother starts trying to clean him. eventually it ends with his younger brother grabbing him in a kitty headlock and cleaning him, like "Come here I want to lick you!"

    what are some weird things that your pets do?
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    My sister had a cat named Brian that liked to twist little "teats" into towels and blankets and then sit there nursing on them. This is a grown ass cat we're talking about.

    He would frequently have wood while he was doing this.

    He would also pull towels out of laundry blankets and drag them all over the house while yowling.

    Brian was...different.

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    • #3
      My parents have a fireplace that is made of square-ish stones; on the side is a small "staircase" jutting out maybe 4 inches or so. They used to keep knicknacks and whatnot on it...until they got the cats. It was the perfect size for them to climb when they were little, and they would sit on the top; not so much now but that doesn't stop them from doing it (they'll get front feet on the top and back feet a step or two down). The boy will climb up to the top and look around like he's surveying his kingdom. The girl will nuzzle you from up there if you stand next to it (I'm 5'4" and the top "step" is about as high as my head, so the cat is slightly above me.

      Also, at approximately 8:30 pm, it is time to chase each other at top speed through the house for no apparent reason.

      The girl is terrified of the vacuum (well, and everything else..) but when the hose is coiled up on the floor she will sit in the middle of the coil. The boy likes to be vacuumed (I posted a video of that somewhere a while back).
      Last edited by BookstoreEscapee; 05-12-2011, 03:31 AM.
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      • #4
        I used to keep my cat, Mickey, in my room and bathroom only. He has a deformed foot due to an injury as a kitten and has horrible balance as a result. He also walks and runs wrong for a cat- cats are supposed to walk same side front & back and then same side front & back. He goes front left/back right, front right/back left.
        Anyway, I've been letting him run around the house for a few hours at a time. I walked into my Mom's room to find him with his head burried in one of Mom's tennis shoes. I called his name and asked him what he was doing. He looked up at me with his eyes half-closed and then put his head back into the shoe. I left him alone after that.

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        • #5
          My new kitty, Taz, is full of funny behaviors, but that's to be expected: she's still a kitten (six months old).

          Some examples.

          She runs around pretty much non stop. She loves chasing her own tail . . . that's how she's been waking me up in the morning. I'll feel this tornado on the bed that's her chasing her tail.

          I have to be careful about using the laptop if she's on the couch with me. She likes to pounce on the screen cursor.

          Last time, she knocked the screen of my laptop completely flat.

          She chases anything that moves . . . and quite a few things that don't.

          I was watching Animal Planet last night, some thing about Madagascar. She kept pouncing the TV.
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          • #6
            Our dog Abbey (see my avatar) thinks she is a cat.

            She will try to scent mark you. She will clean her face like cats do. And when she is in the park, she will stalk other dogs/birds/animals just like a cat. It's quite fun to watch some time.

            We can only assume that she was raised in a home with cats (we got her from the pound when she was 8)
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            • #7
              My dog (Kip), happens to be a border collie, and is getting up there in years (he's nearly 10). He herds Rocks.

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              • #8
                AriGriffin, I had a cat that did the same thing with my sneakers, I'm thinking it's because your mom's shoes has her scent on them.
                I have a rabbit named Peanut & whenever I have him loose in the yard (usually when I'm cleaning his cage out) he'll run over to me & start running circles around me, he'll go around in one direction a few times, then he'll turn & run circles in the opposite direction. Another thing he'll do is come & supervise me when I'm replacing his bedding, like he wants to make sure I'm doing it right LOL *eyeroll*
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                • #9
                  Sally will take clothes out of my bedroom cupboard...drag them under said cupboard, and then use them to make a nest. Not just clothes either--last year, she took my Terrible Towel, and the pads off the recliner On the other hand, Baxter doesn't do that. He seems to have some 'separation' issues. I'll be in the bathroom, and he'll start pawing at the door and meowing. Yet, when I go to work in the morning...he's fine. What the hell?
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                  • #10
                    Our dogs have taken to eating crayons... so far, they've accounted for 3 x 24-packs. I've caught Danny in the process of sneaking out to eat one in peace, and he generally has a guilty expression and the crayon hanging from his lip like a chainsmoker. I've had to rearrange the craft supplies into a drawer that they can't open but the kids can. At least it makes their poop prettier!

                    Danny and Hailie have a habit of ONLY digging where its extremely inconvienent as well as the 3 pm + 7 pm running battles around the house and subsequent stampede out the backdoor.

                    Hailie is a little special, she's better than she was, but she has certain places that she will lay. If they're occupied then she gets upset and copies the Simple Dog from Hyperbole and a Half, slowly turning in place until she gets distracted. She will also sit and stare in the evening at the last place she saw a gecko, often sitting at attention for hours, waiting to spring into action and attack the gecko on the OTHERSIDE of the glass sliding door. On the odd occasion that she's caught one from the correct side of the door, she does a prancing victory lap until she's told to drop it. I now take her outside to release it, because she's so gentle that other than being slightly damp, the geckoes are unharmed to the point that they still have their tails, and they scurry off as soon as she lets them go.

                    Danny and Hailie have this thing about legs. They like to walk through people's legs, but only the people that they really like. They also gently headbutt people for pats and love to sleep on peoples feet. If something vaguely resembles a pillow, Danny will try to use it like one.
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                    • #11
                      Quoth RecoveringKinkoid View Post
                      My sister had a cat named Brian that liked to twist little "teats" into towels and blankets and then sit there nursing on them. This is a grown ass cat we're talking about.
                      Our one cat Pluto used to do this every time I got out of the shower. As I stood dripping on the bathroom mat, he'd lay down on it and start suckling. He doesn't do it so much anymore but up until just a couple months ago, he'd sit outside the shower and just wait for me to get done so he could suck on the bath mat.

                      So let's see...

                      Ash. Ash is our oldest boy, at 13. He has a lot of quirks.

                      -He likes to tuck my husband and I in at night when we go to bed. This generally involves us laying on our backs next to each other, and Ash walking back and forth between us. Sometimes he only does it a couple of times, sometimes he'll walk back and forth for 5 or 10 minutes straight. At the end, he picks one of us to lay down on and just camps on our chest. Purring the whole time. He'd sleep that way all night if we let him, but we usually roll onto our side/back before too long (and then he usually just repositions himself and lays on whatever part of us is sticking up.)

                      -He also likes to dive between my husband's legs when my husband is kneeling on the ground. Anytime my husband has his knees in such a position that Ash can get through an opening (sitting on the ground with knees bent up to his chest with an opening under his knees, or kneeling on the ground with his upper body straight so there's an opening between his body and the floor), Ash will dive through the opening. Sometimes he goes all the way through and then does it again several times, sometimes he'll just stick his head through and raise his butt up in the air to get pats (he loves getting his butt patted.)

                      -The quirkiest thing Ash does is to make love to my stuffed animals. It all started with Jumbles. Jumbles is a stuffed cat that my husband got me one time when he was visiting me, before we got married and when I was living in Wisconsin. It's a life-sized (roughly, maybe a little smaller than average) stuffed kitty and I brought it with me when I moved to Texas. Well, Ash loves Jumbles. Ash will climb on top of Jumbles and stomp on him, walking back and forth across him, and kneading his head. All the while purring and usually...with wood, as Kink put it. But it doesn't stop at Jumbles. Practically any stuffed animal I get now, Ash tries to make love to it. He's even been seen grabbing Jumbles by the back of the neck and dragging him around the house, making sexy kitty noises.

                      Yume. Yume is the middle girl. She's about 8 years old now. She's not as quirky as Ash but she has one or two oddities to her.

                      -Mainly, Yume is really good at knocking on doors. We feed the cats in the morning around 6:30. Yume usually gets really impatient and starts nagging us for breakfast, sometimes as early as 5 or 5:30. If she wakes us up really early, or if we're trying to sleep in on the weekends, we'll usually kick her out of the bedroom and close the door and go back to sleep. But if we sleep too long -- or if Yume is really hungry -- she'll knock on the door. She puts his front paws up on the door and makes a motion like she's scratching on a scratching post. Only she doesn't have claws, and the resulting motion causes the door to wiggle back and forth in the frame, which produces a rather loud and disturbing knocking noise. The first few times she did this after I'd moved in with my husband, I freaked the hell out and thought someone was in our apartment banging on our bedroom door.

                      Pluto. Pluto is the baby. Well, he was until we got Mint. Pluto is just over a year old now and definitely is...unique. Besides the above-mentioned bath mat suckling...

                      -Pluto has a security blanket in the form of an octopus toy. It's a four-legged plushy toy on the end of a string that used to be on the end of a rod, but the rod has since broken so now it's just an octopus on a string. We actually have two of them. We got the first one before we got Pluto, and it used to be Yume's favorite toy. But as soon as we got Pluto, it became HIS favorite toy and he just can't help but jump in and play with it when one of the other kitties is trying to play with it. But the funniest thing he does is drag the things around the house, like they're his security blanket. Usually at night, if it's getting closed to or past when we usually go to bed, Pluto will go find an octopus, drag it into the living room, and lay down with it, still holding it in his mouth, and start meowing at us. Then when we do go to bed, just after we turn the lights out, he'll drag the octopus into the bedroom, still meowing at us, and a lot of times he'll come up onto the bed with it. We've woken up with two octopi and a kitten wedged between us before.

                      -He also makes sound effects whenever he jumps or runs into things. They're hard to describe...sort of little "mrrp" or "whurr" noises. He doesn't meow a lot but every single time he jumps, he makes a little mrrping noise. He reminds me of Megaman when Megaman jumps and makes that funny noise...

                      -Snuggle time is also very important to Pluto, typically at about 4am. He'll wake my husband or I (or both of us) up and DEMAND snuggles. If we don't properly wake up, he'll shove his head into our face until we do. This often results in a wet kitty nose meeting our cheek while we're asleep so it's rather effective. He'll then shove his head into our hand, lay down next to us, and purr so loudly you'd think there was a jet flying overhead. He only ever does this in the middle of the night.

                      Mint. Mint is our newest girl. She adopted us a couple of months ago. We're still getting to know her so she only has one real quirk right now but I'm sure we'll discover more as she gets more comfortable with us.

                      -Since Mint was a stray, she's not real comfortable around humans yet. She's gotten a lot better around us, but is still hesitant to let us pet her. Typically she'll let us touch her when she's distracted enough (like when she's eating.) At first she'll sort of draw back a little bit, but after we start petting her, she shoves her head into her hand and demands more. Then she'll look at us and get freaked out and shrink back again, then start rubbing against something nearby like she wants more attention. We can tell she likes the affection, she's just nervous around people.

                      Our cats are a real riot. I could go on and on, but this is probably too long already...

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                      • #12
                        For the past twenty minutes or so, Taz has been playing with one of my scrunchies. She picks it up, tosses it, and chases it, then drags it up to the sofa to play with it . . . and then slips off the edge and falls to the floor.

                        Lather, rinse, repeat. She's done this about four or five times now.

                        It's damn funny. She just thinks it is a big funny game.
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                        • #13
                          My friend's are still getting used to their little terror known as Ichigo. Apparaently said kitty has this thing for sleeping on the back of people's necks, between leg and couch and in one case, nestled over my friend's crotch.

                          My friend is male.
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                          • #14
                            My dog's latest thing is "All Hail the Queen". When we say that, he bows down almost like he is genuflecting.

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                            • #15
                              I had a Dachshund that would plop down in the middle of the floor and give him self blow jobs.. I kid you not! He was alll about self pleasuring, especially when we had company.
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