Silly stuff the furkids do...
 

I know that many of us have furkids...and, from my own experience, I know they do some incredibly silly stuff...

Our menagerie (since the departure of the bunnies) consists of 4 cats and 2 dogs...a mini-dachshund and a collie with the worst breath ever.

:playingcat:

Anyway...our youngest cat is a big cream-colored shorthair named Banshee (because he's a very talkative, yowly guy). He's also a hunter...stalks spiders, attacks dust motes....and has even caught a mouse in our basement (and narrowly missed catching another that escaped by running over my foot).

When he's hunting, he announces his capture with a proud rooowwwwrrrr sound. I heard it this morning...raced into the bathroom to see what it was that he caught (please not another mouse, please not another mouse)...and found him in proud possession of....a panti-liner.

Guess I need to make sure the cabinet door is fully closed.... :giggle:

So what silly stuff do your furkids do???

lol! My cats are a constant source of amusement and enjoyment. They like to steal my knee high stockings. Their favorite thing is to take them down to the basement, through the cat door, and put them in their water dishes. Sammy, one of the black kittens (now a feisty adolescent), will steal anything and bring it to the basement. We heard a terrible racket a few weeks ago and found her trying to pull a plastic grocery bag filled with cans for recycling through that cat door. It was hilarious!

Not so much silly as amazing at times ....
 

Since losing my two babies, Ember has been more vocal. He doesn't meow like other cats, but instead tries to speak. Some of the things we've heard ... "I don't know" and "I'm right behind you" among other various phrases. Of course not phonetically perfect, but close enough. I've even taught him how to say water. You can't walk in the room with a water bottle in your hand, he'll be all over you asking for water.

People think we're a bit off the wall with this, but thankfully our niece has witnessed some of his vocal prowess.

As far as silly, lately, Ember will try to run into the fridge when you open the door. I guess he's trying to tell me it's time to turn on the air conditioner. Otherwise, he's pretty much a mellow cat and I really haven't seen him do anything too silly. I'm sure when he was younger he's had his moments. I'll have to ask Mare about that.

When my Charlie was alive, he had the hots for my femme things. Nail files, high heels, makeup brushes. I would swear he was a little gay boy, but no - he was definitely a lady killer and charmer. (He was just "sensitive"). He'd like to stick his paws in my heels (usually my boots), and would steal my makeup brushes so he could rub his face all over them (even though they were soft, I didn't quite get that). He was always there when I was putting on my makeup, getting tips. Whip out a nail file and he'll grab your hand and pull it toward him. He'd want to take it somewhere private. *shrug* He was also the family hair stylist. In an attempt to wake you up in the morning, Charlie would sit at the top of the bed and run his paws through your hair. He's created some interesting and wild hair styles in his day.

Shaolyn on the other hand was pretty laid back and quiet. She did have a plastic bag fetish and would want to chew on bags. When she was alive, I'd have to make it a point to make sure no plastic was anywhere within her reach, as no plastic was safe. When she was a bit younger, she used to open the kitchen cabinets and sleep inside of them.

:giggle: Too funny NJFemmie...I was cracking up reading your post. I think our Mabel may be psychically related to your Shaolyn. She has a bag and box fetish....I have even found her in my briefcase and computer bag. If there's an "in" to be had, that's where she wants to be.

Late at night I hear...scratch, thunk...pause....scratch, thunk....pause....until I yell "Mabel, get out of the cupboards!" A minute later she stomps through the room with her tail in the air giving me THAT look. :cat:

Funny thread... love it! Most of you may (or may not!) know that Piscean and I have a small *cough* menagerie at home. We've always got somebody doing something funny.

Our pup Atticus (he's a wheaten/poodle mix from the shelter) will stand on his hind legs and do like, do this weird jump/hop/wave thing with his front. He's nuts!

Our youngest cat (Jack) is a total whore for coffee. I don't know if it's because he was a bottle baby rescue and we would smell like coffee when we fed him.. or what.. but it sure is amusing.

My two fur kids are crazy as all hell with there silly stuff,Diva(the pug) was a rescue she likes bisquits..not so much dog bisquits bit the ones I make from scratch.She will wait till they are made while she sits in the kitchen watching the process.When I take them out of the over she whines and crys to no end till I break one in two and let it cool off,then she takes what I give her and hides them everywhere.Both Diva and Rowdy(a jack russel/mini poodle) both play soccer with a scoobydo beach ball wich is smaller than a soccer ball and very light to move around.Diva plays guard,rowdy plays forward...me I just keep the ball out of the bushes and keep it in play.Both chase,hit, fall over & roll over the ball as it goes every where.

We have 5 kitties all in various ages but 3 are right around 5

the mackeral tabby who is named susie---affectionatly referred to as "sissy" because her brothers name was calvin after the hilarious "calvin and hobbes"

ok so ill admit sis is a little chunky but damn if my large marge cat cant outrun a fuckin cheetah to get to the fud bowl lol

and she was laying on the ottoman the other night which she loves to do and she rolls over occasionally and emits cute little kitty meows...she takes after me cause im an emoter esp at the tv lol so... i gently nudge her with my foot and right then she decides to roll over but gravity is not playing along and she gets almost rolled over and flops back the other way and the look on her face was "fuck this shit" and then she just rolled back on her other side and layed there and i had to bust out laughing beacuse i was like yeah that sucks sissy i know how that feels lololol

it was just so damn cute

i love our kitties and all kitties for that matter ...sometimes much more than humans lol

:dog:Chewy, my Chow, sits on my feet.
:dog:Mimi, the naughty Shiba Inu, sleeps with her face in my shoes.
:dog:Angel, my American Pitbull Terrier, brings me lovely dead things from the yard.

I'm a lucky girl.:cheer:


Duchess

Mr. Poo.. (the only boy in our kiss) is a mighty hunter..

It used to be his brother was the hunter/evisorater of the pack, but since his passing Poo has stepped up..

Except Mr. Poo doesn't eat what he kills...

To me... That is a nono... If you are not going to eat it, the you don't get to kill it... (except bats under the bed when the lady doesn't have her glasses or clothes on.. then you can kill it..)

So... Last weekish Mr. poo comes running into the house with a swallow in his mouth.. the poor bird was alive and kicking...

Lol.. I go into dog trainer mode and lower my voice, and tell him.. *DROP* (using the hand command at the same time)

The cat responded... *BLINK* and dropped the bird...

So.. I have four cats in the area with a live bird flitting around trying to get under ANYTHING...

I grab my squirt bottle and start herding them into other rooms.. Lock Poo in the bathroom and start looking for this bird..

The back courner of the sofa.. Of course..

I had to move, the coffee table, the end table, my craft table, and the sofa to get behind it and get this lil bird out..

So, using a plastic bag.. (I smoke and don't want to get nic on the bird) I get this bird, (thinking that he/she is a goner) take it outside and let it go...

I have never seen a bird move so fast...

I don't think it will be hanging out in the bushes around our house again..

The out come of this story?

Mr. Poo listens to me now.. lolololol.. I call for him and he comes...

I have my curmudgeon Bobcat, my 16 year old Manx medium hair orange-tabby. She is mostly deaf and has always been rather vocal. I also tend to teach a lot online. I use a headset to call into the conference. So Bobcat sees my mouth move and figures I'm talking to her when I'm actually educating my students. So while I educate my students, Bobcat tells me of the trails and adventures of her day of sleeping.

When done, she hops in the smallest cardboard box (one of the single book boxes I get from Amazon) and sits there all regal. She then continues the conversation. Who knew that a cat that eats 3-6 times a day and sleeps the rest of the time has such a busy day? :blink:

She may have feathers and not fur... but she's damn cute!
 

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