Weird things your pets do

[spark]

A dog we had when I was a kid would do that too...

I'm more of a cat person. We have two. The male, Ron, is a hyperactive, giant kitten. He's three now, and acts just like he did when we got him. He's also dumb as a box of rocks. He likes to sit like some kind of ornament on the back of my husband's office chair. He also likes to climb inside the box spring of our bed and race around in there, thumping and banging into things. He loooooooves to sit on laps, but he either doesn't like to or doesn't know how to jump up into a lap, so he'll just sit next to your chair, looking pathetic, and lifting a paw now and then to paw at the seat, in hopes that you'll pick him up and cuddle him.

The female... is complicated, neurotic, clever and stupid by turns. She cannot figure out how to push open a cracked door. I can leave it half an inch too narrow for her to fit through and she'll stand outside it pawing at the carpet and meowing at me. But she is a master manipulator of humans. And she bites my neck. Little vampire kitty! But it's to get attention. If she's in my lap but I'm not spending all my time petting her, she'll get up on her hind legs and nip at me until I pet her again. She also has some kind of sexual issue, I swear. She's neutered, (and female! and a cat!) but she humps people's legs. So not kidding. Mostly when you pat her butt, she also loves butt-pats. But if you keep doing it she'll start getting all excited, and freaking out, and starts basically humping whatever she's sitting on, which is usually my knee. Weird cat.

Both cats have recently boycotted their water dishes, and the toilet, in favor of drinking out of the little cup where I clean my paintbrushes.

And of course I posted just a bit ago with the pic of my snake, who "hid" by wedging herself up against the glass. Very clever of her. I think sometimes that all my pets are defective. The cats are idiots, the one snake thinks glass hides her, the other can't figure out how to eat food... I guess the third snake is normal, he knows how to eat and he hides by actually hiding. Which includes hiding down my shirt when I'm holding him.

[HappyFun Ball]

I'm more a a cat person than I am a dog person.. I forget how he said it but George Carlin said something like "I like cats because they don't except blame and they don't admit guilt, if you come home and something is broken, you see the dog cowering and you know he did it.. If you just have a cat and come home and something is broken the cat is like 'F#$% you, I'm a cat!"

[spark]

Hee. Actually Kali, our female cat, totally knows when she's guilty, and acts it too. She'll do something she shouldn't and then zoom off, belly to the floor, and hide under something. (So she pretty well admits guilt. But she still won't accept blame, you can't scold her, she doesn't care. She just does it again, and runs before you can grab the squirt bottle.)

[Cazzi]

I have three guinea pigs.
One likes to groom my neck & collar bones when she's having a cuddle (my arm will do if she can't reach higher). Only problem is, I don't have fur for her to tug with her teeth. Ouch! I've given up explaining the little bite marks now

The other two love it when I get home from the gym & give them a cuddle... I get my face well & truly washed! It appears they think I'm their personal mobile saltlick

[Micer]

Our cats are pretty much the only animals with the oddest behaviors, Mephistopheles (Misty) has these beanie babies and will occasionally pick one of them up and bring it to us, mowling loudly all the way. Be it while working on the computer, or sitting on the couch, it's not so cute when it's about 2 in the morning and we're both dead asleep... but he means well and he gets praised for it at any other time of day. I suspect he just thinks we're large stupid cats and this is his way of making sure we're fed.

Faust, likes to talk to himself. He'll walk around the apartment meowing at nothing, or roll back and forth on the ground with his legs in the air while meowing until he realizes that someone is looking at him, which he'll get up and proceed to walk up and start meowing at that person. He's also the only cat I've ever met that snores, and tries to attack corners of walls.

[Kanalah]

Our cat Stella is deaf. Every morning when my alarm goes off, she's at the door doing this loud caterwaul. She continues until I feed her. Which I guess is normal for a cat.

She's very much a people person. She follows me around all day, and even "yells" at you if she wakes up and you're in a different room. When she wants to snuggle, she doesn't sit next to you or on your lap, she sits across your back. I can't count the number of times I've found my husband laying on the couch watching tv with a cat stretched out across his belly and shoulder.

When she's snuggling on a person she has a habit of reaching out with her left paw, almost as if she's one of those tv preachers praying for people.

[telecom_goddess]

Why am I not surprised there are more stories about cats than dogs Cats are WEIRD!

I have two cats right now....Katarina is the girl and she's gonna be nine this year. Ephraim is about 7 or so and is the boy cat. Where do I begin.

Katarina LOVES people. She perches on the back of the couch, and therefore makes it so anyone who comes in the house and goes down the hallway HAS to walk by her. Anyone who comes in the house and walks by her gets meowed at for attention. She is not above grabbing your arm with her paws to get you to stop and pay attention.

If you sit down on the couch and lean back in any way you are not safe...you will find this cat on your chest/lap whatever in seconds. She loves to head butt you and rub her face on your face. Constantly. I swear if I got a front pack like one would use to carry a baby in and carted her around all day she'd be happy.

Oh and she loves to be spanked She acts like she's in heat when you do it.

Now Ephraim likes attention too but not to the same degree. His favorite thing to do is pick a spot right in the middle of the walkway and lay flat on his back like a rug. And just hang there. When he gets in the mood he will knock little items off the coffee table onto the floor.

One time Ephraim grossed us out to no end....he was sleeping on his back like usual...and we were peering at him cause he had..."wood" All of a sudden it wiggled! I leapt away from him and ran for the hills

[AccountingDrone]

Jezabel likes to be picked up and cradled like a baby and danced around by my husband and *only* my husband.

She will reach out and gently tap people with a paw to attract their attention if she thinks they are not giving her enough attention or if she wants something.

she does not like most people food [even canned tuna] but she will lick up liquidy stuff like gravy, soup dregs, ice cream slurry and tuna juice.

She likes to be tucked in when she is sleeping in bed.

[thansal]

I currently don't have any pets, however growing up I had a multitude.

Lucy, our last dog, was sweet, pretty, and dumb as a brick. It was especially true when it came to spacial navigation. The first thing she did when we got her home was to go charging full speed, head on, into a butcher block table in the kitchen. This thing had 4X4 posts for legs. One quick shake of the head and she was off.

The best one though was one from my mum. Mum was at the bottom of the steps, with Lucy sitting on the steps about half way up. Mum has Lucy's kong (and thus Lucy's full attention), and tosses it to her left, into the kitchen. Lucy obediently tracks it and goes dashing off after it. Into the wall.

She really was not all that bright, but sweet and pretty. Her way of greeting people was to wag with her entire body, folding her self in half, back and forth, nose to tail on one side, and then the other.

At the same time we had Lucy, we had a parrot named Pete. Where Lucy was sweet and dumb, Pete was smart and vicious. One day in the kitchen Lucy lets out an ear splitting yelp. We look over and she is busy looking around acting wounded and confused. We had NO clue what was going on, until we saw Pete in his cage, hunched over like a vulture, with a nice big tuft of white fur in his beak. Lucy never learned to keep her tail and ears out of Pete's path (she was a mutt with a lot of husky in her, so a big curling tail and pointy ears).


I also used to work at a doggy day care place. The dog that suck with me the most was Sugar the Doberman Pinscher. My job consisted of watching a bunch of dogs in a dog run (for the most part), so we would basically just sit there in our chair, listen to music, and pay attention to the dogs. Sugar wanted more attention. Her method would be to walk up to me, insert her pointy snout under my wrist and give a strong flick upwards. MY hand pops up into the air, her head is perfectly positioned below it, and I now have been informed I must scratch her head. It was clear that she wanted it scratched because if I just rested my hand on her head she would repeat the process until I did it right. That was one interesting dog :P

[Treasure]

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[Sunsetsky]

I had a black lab (Shadow) that liked to suck on wet washcloths. What was funny about that was that she got my grandma's crazy cat into that habit. We were visiting my grandparents and they caught their cat dragging a washcloth out of the bathroom after she saw Shadow doing it. Not long afterwards we caught Shadow on the bed my sister and I were sleeping on after she saw the cat on the furniture.

As for my cats...they have a lot of interesting habits. Isis will cling to the top of my computer chair and rock her body back and forth while attacking the chair. She will also tackle Schwarz and hold him down and then clean him. He will typically give me a "HELP ME!!" look on his face when she does that. Schwarz also has an obsession with paper and plastic bags. He'll walk on them just to hear them crinkle. It drives me crazy when I'm trying to sleep.

[telecom_goddess]

Oh Lordy I forgot about Katarina and bags....and boxes. She loves to get inside boxes and just hang there. She also will stick her head inside a plastic grocery bag and attack the thing until it's in shreds.

Moving time was always fun cause she was always getting in the boxes. Although the only time I actually packed an animal on accident was the time a ferret I had decided to climb in a box I was packing, root under the things so I couldn't see him, and go to sleep. We found out when he woke up and started scratching from inside

[Kittish]

Oh goodness... the silly things our pets do. Let's see, right now we have 3 dogs and a cat.

Biggest dog is Bear, though you couldn't prove to him that he's anything more than a little tiny lapdog. Seriously, an 80 pound dog trying to curl up in one's lap is... interesting. I think he's about halfway convinced that he's a cat. He LOVES catnip and makes a lot of catlike noises.

Next is Sugar, a cocker spaniel- beagle mix (at least that's what she looks like). She is INSANE. At more or less random times she will run full tilt into the bedroom and onto the bed and there proceed to do her darndest to tie herself up in knots. She very nearly succeeds, and I can't help but laugh to see her, butt up in the air and looking back at me upside down from between her back legs. She's also not exactly what I would call the brightest crayon in the box. She has been known to run into walls and doors and furniture and the like. She's also of the 'wag the body' school, and I can't believe she hasn't broken her tail by now as hard as she whacks it on stuff.

Next is the Jack Russell terrier, Jackie. Jackie is (as far as she's concerned) the biggest dog in the house. For a terrier, she is amazingly calm and mellow, though she does from time to time get all wound up. Her favorite thing to do then is to try to stuff herself under the couch or loveseat, and wind up sliding along the floor on her side while carrying on a fell fledged conversation with herself.

And the cat, Miss Munchkin. She's my sweetheart. She tolerates the dogs, and I think she and Sugar might be sort of friends, at least when Sugar isn't being all hyper. Several times I've seen Munchkin walk up to Sugar, touch noses, then Munchkin proceeds to pat Sugar's face with a paw. Think of the fast repeating slap cats sometimes do, except gentle. Sugar just stands there when she does that. Then there's the random tearing through the house into the kitchen, to slide across the linoleum. That fairly often ends in a thump as she fetches up against a cabinet. She also brings me toys when she wants to play.

Cats I've had in the past- Miss Alex was an absolute snuggle bunny, and insisted on sleeping curled up with her nose tucked into my armpit at night. She was a tiny little thing, never weighed more than four pounds in her entire life, but she was the absolute uncontested queen of her domain.

Velcro was a foundling, who earned her name by sleeping peacefully on her side on the footrest of a recliner. When the footrest was put down, she didn't move, just kept right on snoozing, utterly relaxed, somehow STUCK to the fabric with no claws or anything. Until she woke up and was ready to move, then without moving she'd drop lightly the few inches to the floor and go on her way. She was probably one of the most polite cats I've ever known. Heaven help you if you offended her in some way, she was always very up on etiquette.

KrissCat was a clown, flat out. He never got over thinking he was an incredibly cute fuzzy kitten (not that I tried to convince him otherwise, mind you), and was utterly convinced that the entire world existed to be his friend. I had him while I was a truck driver, and any time I'd roll down the window to check in somewhere, he was right there, demanding the adoration that he saw as his due. He got it too, everyone loved him. He was also one of the smartest cats I've ever seen. He had some exceedingly weird tastes (LOVED fruits and vegetables), and would go absolutely nuts for pieces of dried apple. I watched him one day figure out how to open a single serving size pop top can of peaches so he could get at the juice. Little bugger drank half my orange juice one day when I set the glass down and turned my back for a moment. He liked to sleep stretched out next to me, with one paw on my cheek. He also did fairly good back massages.

[HappyFun Ball]

I had a cat named Fawkes and he would always seem to know when I called to order a sandwich to be delivered, he would perch on the arm of the couch and patiently wait for the sandwich to come and them he'd look at me with his crossed blue eyes and knead my arm until I'd share the sandwich with him.

I also had a cat named Buttercup (Butters) who would take my scrunchies and put them in her water dish.

[MoonCat]

Oh, the cats...the cats who were...The Tribe (they were all related).

Onyx was a tiny little black cat even when full grown. We have this big china platter we use for the turkey on Thanksgiving. We'd take it out early and set it on the dining room table. Onyx would jump up into the platter and spend ages pawing at it like he was trying to dig a hole.

Eric the Orange was what we called a "social" eater. When he got his food he'd meow loudly until one of us came & stood or sat there while he ate. Had to have company.

Frosty looked like a Siamese but her mom was calico & her dad was black (or black/white...mom & dad were sister/brother & we were never sure which brother was the dad); she used to run real fast at a closed door, turn around at the last second and smack the door hard with her back feet. And when you picked her up, she always had to stick out her back legs as far as she could.

Teddi Bear was a tortoiseshell. She liked to run up the wall in the arched doorway between two rooms...she was small so she used to make it almost to where the arch began to curve.

Sylvester, my precious buddy...black/white...."trained" me to feed him crunchies one at a time! The other cats used to give him some pretty strange looks when we did that.

Bunny was a combo grey/brown tabby & white; she loved milk & when we made coffee, she'd come & sit by the coffeemaker because she knew we would be getting out the half-&-half.

Leo was a big black cat who liked to do what we called "the flip": If you picked him up, he would flip himself over onto his back and stretch out his legs, front & back, and just lay there across your arms, stretching.

Rocky, Leo's brother, black/white: when he was young he loved to play with plastic drinking straws. He'd hold one in his mouth and run back & forth from the kitchen all the way to the living room. I peeked under the edge of the carpet once and found 6 or 7 straws underneath!

There were more, but I'll stop now. My babies, I miss them!