My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
My previous cat Harry had shockingly good English comprehension skills. As I was walking out to the car to go get some fried chicken, Harry was milling around near the front door. Fried chicken was his favorite food. I said to him, “Harry, I’m gonna go get some chicken. If you’re here when I get back I’ll give you some.” He sat his fluffy ass down on the spot and when I got back there he sat.
Another day he was on the far side of the yard. I stuck my head out the door and said “Harry, come here.” And he stood up and started ambling in my direction. I said “Come here quicker.” And he broke into a trot.
I caught him once trying to open the back door by standing on his hind legs and pulling down on the door handle.
The first cat I had (as a teen on my own) was the most amazing character. We used to go on walks to a corner store and she’d patiently wait for me while I shopped.
One day on our walk back from the store I saw her stop in her tracks, and then she was gone. I looked ahead and saw that some friends had decided to visit … and they had brought their dogs.
Psycho wasn’t your typical female cat. She was territorial as hell and protected her turf with a ferocity of a lion.
By the time I got to the house she had managed to terrorize the hell out of those three dogs, then wrap herself around the muzzle of one while biting his nose. That poor dog was screaming and swinging his head back and forth trying to shake Psycho off … to no avail.
I was finally able to pry her off and she promptly ran through the old milk chute to hide in the basement. My friends decided the best thing to do was take their dogs home to nurse their small wounds.
Needless to say the dogs never visited again.
Omg we had a Maine Coon as a pet when I was a teen. Go look them up, they are big. I heard yelping one day and say him hanging onto the neighbor’s dog’s tail and swinging around in the air. The dog stopped pooping in our yard after that. Then once I heard my mom yelling in the back yard. There she was being chased by the cat who probably thought it was lots of fun. I asked my mom, “What did you think the cat was going to do? Nibble on your ankles?”
When my beagle was a baby she would stand in front of the couch, under the coffee table, stare at the couch, crouch, line up her shot, jump up and bang her head on the coffee table. She did this often enough to earn her the title Silly Bonks. Her full name is Princess Fancy Pants ‘Silly Bonks’ of House Cuddlepup.
I also recently taught her to stand up on her hind legs and spin around. Sometimes she jumps up and spins so aggressively she falls over.
She will run as hard and fast as she can on wet grass at the park and fall and just roll like three or four times, I’m not sure if shes slipping or doing it on purpose.
She learned if she stands on the couch she can reach out and put her front paws on the doorknob to look out the window in the front door. She had a couple good tumbles before she figured out how to properly dismount that one.
One of our dogs turns off the Roomba by thwacking the button with her paw. It took awhile to catch her in the act.
My cat never jumped on furniture, even when I tried to coax her with wet food and treats. She just wouldn’t. I even took her to the vet to check on her back legs. She just doesn’t want to get on the furniture, and that never changed.
Except for one incident two years later. I was doing food prep for the week, and she jumped on the counter, walked up and stepped in my avocado. Still no idea what prompted it.
Every day he escapes to the school next to my house and now the dog is part in the teaching staff photos every year.
He’s probably getting a GED
A Goodboy Education for Dogs.
Used to have a dog that LOVED opening Christmas presents. The weird part was there could be several presents, all wrapped, and she would always immediately grab the one that had her name on it.
She could read!
Or it was the one that smelled like pet supplies and she smart.
One time I got ready to head for grad school just like any other day and right before and I realized I forgot to close my shirt drawer and was like huh, I’ve never forgotten that before. Nine or ten hours later I get back home and Buddy has not come out to greet me, instead I see our other cat Oceanborn, who is quite antisocial. I walk into the bedroom and Oceanborn paces in front of the dresser meowing and my heart sank into my stomach when I realized what I had done. For just a moment I felt so awful but opening that drawer just to see him do an enormous yawn and then a stretch and then jump out all happy, there’s something to be said for moments of terror for someone’s well-being that instantly turn to pure comedy when you realize they’re fine.
Black cat snuggled up in my black shirts. Later that evening I saw him use his paw to open the dresser drawer and hop in again, so it turns out he had just taught himself a new trick without the decency to inform me about it.
Run through her cat door at her max speed, climb up the wall, climb the ceiling to center room, jump down, look at me, meow, then top speed out the cat door.
The little shadow tiger has decided she does not like the cold tile floor in the kitchen on her little paw pads in the mornings. So she does this little hoppy move sideways into almost a gallop before the hind legs get into as much of a hurry as the front and nearly send her rolling out of the kitchen into the safe carpet of the living room
That sounds super funny and cute
Happen to have this on video?
No video. It has only happened a few times, but has brightened my morning.
I was at a dinner party with my shepherd-mix. While we humans sat at the table, he strolled around, went to the kitchen and found a small, delicious smelling trashcan. It had cooked chicken bones in it, not good for dogs. Unable to open it on his own, luckily, he grabbed the whole trashcan and brought it to me to open for him. Everyone was laughing. He was sad though that I did not help him get what he wanted but I was a little bit proud of him.
He was a great dog and lived to be 16. Rest in peace, buddy.
I was petsitting for friends on vacation who had just adopted kittens. I went to the bathroom to pee, and while I was peeing one kitten jumped onto the rim of the toilet bowl and slipped and fell in. It took a second or so to stop the stream and get kitty out of there, and then I had to gently wash him in the bathtub.
I was cracking up so hard, but felt so bad for the kitten.
Was this an orange kitten?
Had a big lovable but kind of dumb orange boy growing up who did the same thing and suffered the same bath fate
One Orange Brain Cell
My dog did a similar thing. Poke head out the flap, check on my whereabouts in the backyard, go back inside to do dog stuff.
My cat got an unexpected chilli experience. I was cooking curry, and chopping up a bunch of peppers, and went back to my computer momentarily to double check something in the recipe. Cat hopped up on to my lap and, when I wasn’t looking, licked my fingers. Poor wee guy had no idea what was happening to him and scarpered for the bathroom sink, where he yelled at me to please come turn the tap on
(I know chilli oil is quite bad for cats; he was okay after this brief but very unpleasant experience)
