Do you have a funny cat story to share?

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This morning my youngest daughter got up early and got her own bowl and cereal. She got the bowl from dishwasher(they were all clean). When my oldest daughter saw what bowl she was using she started saying, GROSS, you are eating from the cat urine bowl. My youngest, freaked out. You see, i use a plastic bowl to put under copper when he is urinating to catch a sample. Then i rinse it and put into dishwasher to wash and use it again. It was funny!

Any kitty stories you can share?

Lori
 
I had a kitty named Winkie, who absolutely, for some reason, was facinated by the noise that a plastic grocery bag made when you scrunched it up. I would empty the groceries, and scrunch up the bag to put it in our "recycle/re-use" bag holder, and he'd come running. So I occasionally would toss one at him, and it became a no-cost cat toy. One night I did that, and a few minutes later, all hell broke loose. Banging noises, things getting knocked over, and Winkie squealing like something was trying to beat the hell out of him. Then I heard a loud thud, and the sound of Winkie sneezing like twenty times in ten seconds. That typically meant Winkie had run head first into something solid. Then the squealing again. So I go running to see what the matter could be.... There's Winkie tearing through the room with this plastic grocery bag, one handle around his neck, wearing it like a cape. The faster he ran, the faster the bag kept up with him. I finally grabbed him and removed the bag, for which he was eternally thankful. The funny thing was (well, funny in a not-so-funny way) that Winkie was blind. He could get around the house just fine if he was calm, but when he started running like his butt was on fire, he didn't navigate so well. He must have been scared shitless!!! That was the last time a plastic bag was used as a no-cost cat toy in our house!

Carl
 
Funny stuff Carl,

My civvie Dooley, fooling around on the floor in front of me, also got his neck in the loop of a plastic bag and went totally apesh!t. He was racing around the house like a demon was after him, trampling on everything that got into his way. My DH was outraged because Dooley raced over him when he was sleeping. Just trampled him! It was sooooooo funny. Now, unfortunately, Dooley has a plastic bag phobia. When he hears the sound of a plastic bag he is GONE IN 60 SECONDS. I mean, you blink and he is gone. Jax just looks at Dooley as if to wonder what the heck is he running from?!? :lol:
 
Mine is more of a grandson/Niko story. When 2 year old grandson, Isaac came to visit in December, he was unhappy to see Nana had a cat (he is at that age where he fears lots of things, but especially cats and dogs.).

So every time he would come in the house or upstairs, he would anxiously look around for Niko: "Cat? cat?". When he'd spot him, he'd loudly pronounce "NO cat!". Poor Niko really tried to stay out of his way, and once Isaac left, he jumped in my lap and purred and purred.

We are a little worried that next month when his new baby brother arrives, Isaac will say, "Baby? Baby? NO baby!"
 
I have a ton of mouse stories; so i will have to share one. We have mice in our basement sometimes and the cats like to go down there and hunt. The population has decreased dramically since we moved in with the cats and mouse traps. Copper likes to catch them and eat them right away. However, my other cat, buddy, likes to just play and is very gentle with them. He likes to share his prize with us, alive! Usually, buddy and copper team tag the mice and copper always gets the prize. This night, buddy decided he was going to bring a gift to us in our bed, ALIVE and VERY healthy. He dropped the mouse on our covers and i woke up with this squeak, squeak, help me noise. I noticed both cats sitting right by my bed waiting for the mouse to jump over the side. THe mouse wasn't gonna do it. He was running all over my bed. Well, i FREAKED out and woke up my very sleeping DH. He said, "it's so cute, it's just a baby". I'm screaming, "GET IT OUT". He just sat there, starring at me, like the cats. He thought it was funny. Finally, he threw a sheet over it and carried it outside and let it go. The cats couldn't figure out where the mouse went all night. They finally gave up. I guess that thought we ate it.

NOTE: I now close my door at night so no visitors come sleep with me.

lori
 
Funny stuff, guys. Glad I wasn't eating...I'm sort of germaphobic. The first time my oldest and I watched Monk, she said, "Hey, Mom! It's YOU!!!"

We hang our clothes out until they're mostly dry before throwing them in the dryer. (MAN, has it cut down on our light bill!) The weather wasn't such that we could hang them outside that day, so we hung them on racks inside. My youngest wears tank tops or camis under everything, so there were some of them hanging out. Oreo went running through and snagged one. Next thing we knew he was running all over the place and was quite the sight wearing a cami! Poor thing didn't know WHAT had ahold of him :-D

Libby
 
Another funny Winkie story - remember, the Winkster was blind....

We used to do a lot of wildlife rehab, and our "specialty" was Virginia Opossums.... The first pair we ever took in, we had no idea what they ate. Unfortunately, we assumed Carnivore (nope, they are omnivores that tend towards herbivore with a side order of insects). Well, too much meat caused them to develop metabolic bone disease, and they ended up crippled (I promise this gets funny). It turned out to be a "life changing moment" actually. The opossums ended up as "keepers" and became house pets. The female, Olive Oyl (sister to Popeye) became an educational tool. My wife developed a program to educate school kids about marsupials, and Olive was the star of the show. This led to my wife getting a job as an interpretive ranger here about 11 years ago, and my eventual 2nd career as a Park Ranger (amazing how things happen for a reason, huh?). If we hadn't messed up the 'possums, I wouldn't be where I am in life. OK, back to Winkie...

Olive was litter box trained, ate side by side with the kitties, slept on the foot of the bed. I think she thought she was a kitty. It was great that she would use the box. BUT....she apparently liked it so much that it became a favorite spot to take a nap.....you see where this is going? Well, Winkie of course, um, didn't. Imagine HIS surprise one day when he went to visit the box, and found it was "occupied".... HE didn't find the episode humorous, but it was funny as hell to me!

Carl
 
OMG awesome stories!!! Thanks, you guys, I needed a laugh tonight. :)

Nipper also became the Plastic Bag Crusader one time, it was funny as hell but she is so fast it was hard to catch her to remove the bag.

Both my cats love playing with the laser pointer, but it definitely highlights the disparity in intelligence between them... when I turn off the laser, Nipper looks at me like 'Hey, I was playing with that!'... meanwhile Scout is looking under things, behind things...

Lori
 
Carl,

Did the opossum smell at all? We have one living outside next to our house and we know when he is around, he stinks! Maybe it's what he eats?

Love the stories everyone....

lori
 
A funny food story-
I tried to get Sneakers a buddy and so had two cats at the time- they have their own door and can go in/out when they wanted- no litter box at the time. Ella was de-clawed by her previous owner and didn't usually kill anything while Sneakers usually kills it and leaves it in the kitchen... now I remember about those mice!

Anyway, came home from work and Sneakers met me outside as she usually does- bright, sunny day and she was sleeping in the sunshine. Open the door and there, in the food dish, is a baby bird, nibbling away at the food. It looks up at me, scrawny, feathers poking out every which way, and cheeps. Sneakers hunches down into stalk mode as if the cheep was to say "eat me!". I drop my bags, Sneakers goes flying after the bird, I go flying after Sneakers, and the bird is running all over the house.

I finally catch Sneakers just as she catches the bird and before she can do anything to it I rescue the stupid thing. I shut the door that lead to the cat door and headed outside with the bird- left it tucked into my raised garden bed and hoped for the best. Ella comes sauntering up later having missed everything- and probably looking for her bird snack.
 
Lori&Scout said:
... it definitely highlights the disparity in intelligence between them... when I turn off the laser, Nipper looks at me like 'Hey, I was playing with that!'... meanwhile Scout is looking under things, behind things...
Lori
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Poopy's one and only close encounter with a plastic bag (while still at the SO's house). Not sure how he managed it, but he got his head through a handle, while he was inside the bag. When he moved, the bag had him trapped. He was so scared, he wet himself inside the bag. He tore through the house with his back legs still inside the bag, sprinkling his pee everywhere he went. Finally caught him, removed the bag, and spent the day seeking pee spots to clean. What joy! @-)

Poopy was a shower kitty. My son used to take young Poopy into the shower with him, holding Poopy at his chest while bathing Poopy under the shower head. It's weird. To this day, Poopy avoids bare skin. It's hilarious. He'll climb on a lap (imagine summer time and all DH is wearing are shorts) and scrunch himself on what little cloth is available, avoiding touching the bare skin. If a paw slips and touches skin, Poopy shakes the offended paw as if to shake the bare skin off his paw. If he slips off the cloth elsewhere, he does a skin ripple to get rid of the offending skin. Yet when we get ready for a shower, Poopy meows as if he wants to join. Strange cat!
 
Absolutely LOVING this condo...
we can all SO use a laugh!!

I'm not a PZI user...(or any insulin right now, for that matter, anti-jinx)
but the funny stories here inspired me to share one of our "mouse debacle" stories... :-D


Twas the night before Thursday, and all thru the house,
everybody was snoozing in fur, or sleep-blouse.
Binks in his kerchief, and Smudge in my lap-
had settled right in for another long nap.

You can imagine my thrill and surprise, to be sure
when Annie hopped up on the bed with a purr!
She struggled and dug to get under the sheet...
and released a fat mousie right there at my feet!
The poor little rodent had read all news reports,
and his tactic to live was to run up my shorts!!!

The little rat bast@rd is now loose in my room...
cuz after he ran, Annie lost all her zoom.
So if you have kitties that are good at the chase...
Wear long skivvies to bed, or get a can of Mouse Mace!!
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Harley's daddy once had an encounter with a floating ball of doom (helium birthday balloon) he was mesmerized by the ribbon and was rolling around on it, so it wrapped around his body and pulled the balloon down and scared the bejezz out of him. He took off running but no matter how fast he ran the floating ball of doom was right on his tail, with everyone in the house following close behind. He finally escaped the doom by doing some fancy footwork under the kitchen chairs where the doom was trapped. Whew.
 
owlgal said:
Carl,

Did the opossum smell at all? We have one living outside next to our house and we know when he is around, he stinks! Maybe it's what he eats?

Love the stories everyone....

lori
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Lori,
Wild possums probably tend to smell because of their diet. They are 4 legged vultures or garbage disposals. They eat rotten fruit, vegetables, and worst of all, road kill. They'll pretty much eat anything they can find by their heightened sense of smell. They can't see very well, even at night, they're very nearsighted. Bright lights make them virtually blind, which is why you see so many dead on the road. They really never see it coming, and they do the "freeze in the headlights" thing that people always say that deer do.

Olive on the other hand, living indoors and eating fresh food, really didn't stink. Her brother Popeye had an "odor", sort of musky, but it was a guy thing I guess. He didn't live long enough to end up as indoors all the time. Olive spent a couple of years as an indoor/outdoor "pet". If it got really hot or cold, she preferred to be in the house. When she went out, she was on a screen porch or in a large caged contraption. What was amazing was how well she kept her coat clean. She groomed herself more than the cats. Occasionally, she'd try to clean them too, but as far as they were concerned, she was the ugliest mouse they'd ever seen, so they didn't really want to be that close to her. They never fought or anything, but in a fight, she would have crippled or killed them easily, if she were able to get close enough to bite them. I guess they knew that instinctively.

Carl
 
Funny story, Robin! Good thing he didn't pop it!
 
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OMG!!! :lol: :lol: :lol:
That's a keeper!
Thanks, Celi :lol: :lol:
 
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I've watched it like 20 times and I'm still laughing out loud every time. Bob's looking at me like "dude, I'm trying to sleep here". What kills me is the delay between "pop", and "hop", like he can't believe it happened!

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See, I can't tell on my laptop, but it looks to me like there's some kind of liquid that sprays out.

whatever caused it, i was grateful for the laugh!

celi
 
Henry had a close encounter with a plastic bag too and ran through the house like superman at great speeds bounding and leaping over everything until I caught it and removed. It didn't set up any fear in him of plastic bags though; anytime one comes into the house and is set on the floor he is compelled to investigate the contents and licks the outside of it; doesn't chew, just licks. I read one time that some plastic bags are processed in plants that use a fish oil like substance, maybe this is the reason.

Henry also used to play with balloons, his favorite was a leopard print one I got for a party, he would push it around all over the floor, gently, it was months before he popped it and it scared the crap out of him but I fixed another one for him and he still played with. I am going to see if I can find a picture of him with it.

This isn't a cat story, but its funny. My little dog Daisy (GA) used to be chased by our hamster, Shittles (don't ask) also GA. Everytime I put him in the hamster ball, he would roll right up to Daisy. She would look at him and move away and he'd follow. Then she'd start running away from him and he'd speed up rolling the hamster ball right behind her.
They would run back and forth through the house like that.

I had a Manx kitty named Casey, he liked to sleep on a window bed. One night about midnight, he was rolling around while he was asleep and pushed the screen out of the window and fell out. Not to worry, it was a low window. But I was panicked, he was an indoor kitty, born in my house and had never been outside except in a carrier to go to the vet. We went out with flashlights, calling him for hours, no sign of him. I was in tears at this point and just knew he'd run off. My husband decided he's try a piece of bologna to try to see if he'd appear, we'd already tried tuna, cat food and his favorite treats. As soon as he smelled the bologna, he sauntered out from under the house right underneath the window where he'd fell out, yawning. This was about dawn. I think he was so scared when he fell out of the window, he just was frozen in place and then got so tired he went to sleep. We never knew he liked bologna before then.
 
Angela,
Thanks for the stories! Awesome pics too. Your story about Casey reminded me of a funny Bob moment. He likewise fell thru a screen on our porch one day. I think this was during his "blimpy" period where he was over 20 pounds, but it might have predated that. We had a screen porch with a corner shelf I had built that was the perfect sunny spot for him to lay around all day trying to get a tan. We didn't even see it happen, but DW heard a cat keep crying outside, and we couldn't figure out why, so finally we went out to see who was visiting. There was Bob, sitting on the ground crying, and we're thinking "wait, how did Bob get outside? He's an "innie". Then she looked up and saw the torn screen, so at least we knew the escape route. The big difference in Bob's story is that the window he fell out of was about 14 feet off the ground! Now, I have no clue if he actually landed on all four feet, or if he bounced when he landed, but he was just fine. I think since he'd never climbed a stairway (our house was on brick pilings one floor off the ground, with stairs off the deck), he probably had no idea how he got down there, and no idea how to get back up. I wonder if in his dream he was flying?
Carl
 
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