She uses my garbage can as a perch thejust in time for me to seriously want to dipose of something
- Wakes me up some time between 2:00 and 5:00
- Goes under/behind the heavy furniture to throw up (or else, on my bed)
- Doesn’t eat her food, but cries for more food
If cats can see the bottom of the food bowl, they think it’s empty. Shake it even and they’ll eat more.
She loves to “clean” and nuzzle my beard usually first thing in the morning and before bed for a couple minutes, it’s annoying but I let it slide because it seems to make her really happy, I think maybe it’s a cat family bonding behavior 🤷♂️
I tried to curb it initially because she eventually bites and tugs out some hairs which hurts like hell
🤣 at least got her to mostly stop the actual beard hair pulling
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Second place: most nights at some point she decides to sleep on my back, which is only mildly bothersome, but she always makes back muffins first which isn’t particularly pleasant
Refuses to bury his feces
He can open every door so I have to lock my front door all the time.
One wants to be petted 25h/day. That would be fine but there’s a catch: it must be in a specific corner of the house. So she asks me to be petted, then as I move my hand to pet her she runs to that corner, and the cycle repeats until I go there.
The other likes to sleep inside a blanket folded as it was a pocket. She undoes the “pocket” every time that she wakes up, and when she’s back I need to refold it, lift one of the sides of the blanket, wait for her milk dance, gently tap her butt as if saying “go, go”, then she gets in.
These are really adorable. A bit anoying, but very adorable.
My sphynx likes the temperature higher than the humans, so every time the AC comes on, he meows in protest.
Beg for food, and then not eating it, letting it go to waste.
The part where they both died 10 years ago…
Stands directly behind me, yowling. Keeps it up until I pick him up and cuddle him. Does this only when I’m cooking.
We have an auto feeder for their dry food that has a removable metal bowl beneath the spout. When the metal dish is in place, all the kibble pours out into the bowl. When the cats think the food is overdue, they will tap the metal bowl out of the way to get attention or wake the machine up or whatever cat reason…and the kibble bounces off the hard flat plastic surface and half of it spills onto the floor where the dog will gobble it up.
Sometimes I put the bowl back in place and sometimes I wait and see if they’ll learn the lesson on their own.
My cat will pick up socks from the dirty sock basket and carry them around in his mouth while yowling. Often this occurs right before he goes to hump something. No idea what the fuck he’s doing, but he leaves the socks everywhere.
Cut his balls off
They’re gone. He’s 11, I adopted him off the street at ~2.5 and he was already neutered.
Two cats, both have their own annoying thing. Black short hair bob tail: will get into any and all food if left out. Has learned to open cabinets and cupboard to get to hidden food. Has chewed through a cardboard box to chew through the bag of dog food, found him neck deep in the bag crunching away. Has chewed a hole in a canvas bag to get to dog food. Oh, and recently started peeing in the laundry. Long haired colorful: gets bored and wants to go outside, will wander the house screaming at the top of his lungs, clawing at every door. Happens anywhere between midnight and 3am, almost every night. Will bolt for the door if you have it open and aren’t watching for him. Where does he want to go? Rolls on his back in the road.
We have a rabbit and a cat. The cat has been with us longer. Whenever I’m petting the rabbit, the cat comes up and wants to be pet too. And only with the hand I’m already petting the rabbit with. If I try to use my free hand, he’ll ignore it and head bump the hand petting the rabbit.
Old story, may not qualify. Something like 30ish years ago when I was but a young lad, I had some stuffed animals on a shelf that my dad had won from the claw machine on bowling nights. That takes dedication right there. Anyway one was a small, slightly fuzzy brown dog.
The cat decided to “this is mine now” with it and her preferred hiding place was under the parents’ bed. My mother world constantly find it when cleaning, give it back, and tell me to put it away. Cat came back and took it again. Every. Single. Time.
Eventually I just gave up and let her keep it. My mom had to restitch the neck several times because that’s where cats grab kittens when carrying them around.
My cat is a fluffy bastard. He likes to lay in dirt with debris of sorts. Pollen, seeds, twigs, flowers, bits of loose moss… the leftover stuff after spring. And so he and his fluffy coat come in and leave a trail of the stuff wherever he goes. I spent time brushing it out, only for him to gather it up again the followibg day. He is a walking swiffer.
