The Name of the Game.

I would be interested in findingout how people play with their cats.

Playing with a kitten is fun,
and better yet with two not one!
Of all things shared twixt cat and ape
the king of these is jest and jape!!!T2S

I orginally described a game my cats and I play in response to a post post called "a new trick" by Mindy. My response was titled Rambunctious Kitten, Shredding Carpet ((( which I thought was a rather clever play on Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon myself.........OK Ive inheirited a little arrogance from my 'meeze' OK??????????)))

This game is played during the first 30 minutes after I've gone to bed and I called it the:

Giant Toe Montster Attack Leg/Tummy/Head Stomp Pillow Spelunking Ultra Mega Fetch Drop Your Toy In The Toilet And Get IT Back Out Without Falling In And Getting Wet But If You Do Go Immediately To Person And Get All Kissy Faced Don't Forget To Bring Your Wet Toy With You World Wrestling Federation Body Slam Dunk Your Cat Friends And Pretend To Your Actually Going To Eat Their Noses Off Right There In the Middle Of The Bed Game.

So tell me what is your game and what is it's name????

We have a couple of interesting games here at Rosehaven Farm...

Buttons, my little cow-spotted rescue boy, loves to play a game I affectionately refer to as "Cat Bowling". I stack a couple of pillows and a blanket at the far end of my ranch-o-rama bowling alley-style hallway, then throw one of the sparkle balls or a rainbow ball down the hall. Buttons crouches under the sofa then careens down the wood floor at an alarming rate of speed, then slides into the pillows and knocks them over. He loves this game and brings me back the ball to throw again and again.

My old Siamese (now at the 'Bridge) used to like a game that had no name really ... she would "hide" (yeah, right - all 15 pounds of her!!) behind my sewing machine up on the loft normally, but also in other places and meow loudly (you mentioned you had a "meeze" - you know the meow I mean...). Then, I would have to stop doing whatever it was I was doing at that moment and sing out, "Arrrrrrre therrrrrrrrre any kitttttttttens in here?" at which time she would come running down the stairs to wrap herself around my ankles...but if I DIDN'T respond - she would stay on the loft behind my sewing machine or wherever so I had to come looking for her after 5 or 10 howls thinking something was now really wrong, or else she would run downstairs and bite my ankles. LOL

Thanks for the smiles this morning...I still miss my Meezer girl so much. It is hard to believe she's been gone over 3 years now. Gosh, I swear I just blinked and she had grown all up and then in the time it takes to say POOF, she was gone. My house isn't quite the same without her Meezerly ways.

Yours,

Gaye

What great stories on games. I would add to it, but I am pretty bad at being real creative. I just play...we throw balls, use teasers, set bags out and play fetch. There are so many things that go on here, that it's hard to think of one good thing.

My Tag reminds me of the little kids I babysit. She's 6 weeks old, and she and Turtle are so cute. well, Tag's favorite game is hide and seek. she runs and sits right behind the little ruffle on the bottom of the couch, and just waits. As soon as I lift it up, she tears out of there, only to do it again a minute later. she just loves this game, and it's so cute!!! Sasha however, prefers the "I'm going to sit up here and yowl until someone comes and pets me so that I can bite them and run away then sit down and look cute so they fall for it again" game. I wonder about her sometimes.

Gayef:

Cat Bowling: very, very cute. I grew up with a Meeze named Twinkel who's varient on hallway games was Rug Surfin'. She would hit this old rag rug of ours doing full speed and surf the length of the hall. As many times as I would set the rug back she would surf it down the hall. She left us at the age of 22 and I still wake up somenights thinking that my one of my current dearies is Twinks.
My current 'meeze, Devil Kitty has that voice you mention. Her newest game is to wander around crying loudly until my boyfriend or I say "Whassup" in that loud crude beer commercial way . I think my boyfriend invented this one.....I call this game "Whassup...." .and find that at 3:35 a.m. it is very amusing especially when she wants Mike to wake up and answer. He, He, He...

Tag sounds like a little cutie...I'll add hide and seek to my growing list.....

Okay, so it seems our little Sam has come up with a new game. It used to be that if he happened to hear you open the bathroom door, he would follow you in to get love.
So now he has started to WAIT by the bathroom or just beyond. You never even see him coming..he dashes into the bathroom so fast that you don't realize it until you close the door behind you. Now in order to ask for your love he will lay on his back and teater until you pick him up.
I have just found this the funniest thing yet.

Well, my Sphynx MooShoo has this thing where he throws his head from side to side when I say "Wassssup" and then he flips on his back, grabs my hand and gives me love bites. He also jumps on my bed, meows and we do "head butts". He is a hoot! The other night I was soaking in a nice warm bath with bubbles. He looked like he wanted to hop in and take a tubby with mommy. I picked him up and slowly put his back end in the water and he sat there looking around like "Hey wait a minute, I'm not supposed be in here!" That's when he jumped out, bubbles sticking to his behind. I laughed so hard.

My 7 year old tortie Mollie Rose and I play hide and seek around the couch. I peek around the corner of it and she jumps on top and swats me on the head with her paw.

Gotta love 'em!

Hi Donna:angel2:

Does MooShoo know my TippiCat???

TippiCat has a game called

I'm Going To Sit On The Side Of The Tub During Your Bubblebath And Pretend That My Beautimous Gorgeousity Of A Tail Is Not Submerged For Six Inches In The Bath Water And To Prove I Will Stare In The Opposite Direction For A Loooonnng Tiiiimmmme.

My 1/2 Van 1/2 Meeze Sara6Toes likes to play

I Really Really Didn't Mean To Get My Delicate And Precious Paws Wet But The Bubbles In The Bath Looked So Like Solid Footing To Me.

I would buy this too if she had not done this 15 times by now....

Sandie:

All six of mine come the the bathroom when Mike or I head to ....well the head. It's like a pilgrimage to Mecca or Lourdes or something very heavy for these cats, dig ....weird. I hear about the potty obsession all the time in one variant or another from many people.:martian: Weird. Very Weird...

You know, I havnt figured it out and probably will remain purplexed forever, but all the cats come into the bathroom at shower time ( we are talking at least 7 of them). They come and each has a favorite place. I just don't get this one's obsession with the bathroom. It's like a goal to him to be in there EVERY time his human is there. Now he is working on ANY closed door. Mind you this is only 1 wonder of my cat world

Sandie:

Hell603 posted this in the Cat Lounge Forum. I couldn't resist adding to this thread. Me thinks our kitties be aware of rule 1 Thanks Hell603!!!

I've included this since it seems to me to be a game played betwixt cat-keepers and between cat-friends.

Found this on another website and thought it too
cute not to share with others!

THE RULES (cat version)

BATHROOMS - Always accompany guests to the bathroom. It is not necessary to do anything. Just sit and stare.

DOORS - Do not allow any closed doors in any room. To get the door open, stand on hind legs and hammer with forepaws. Once door is opened, it is not necessary to use it. After you have ordered an "outside" door opened, stand halfway in and out and think about several things. This is particularly important during very cold weather, rain, snow, or mosquito season.

CHAIRS AND RUGS - If you have to throw up, get to a chair quickly. If you cannot manage in time, get to an Oriental rug. If there is no Oriental rug,
shag is good. When throwing up on the carpet, make sure you backup so it is as long as a human's bare foot.

HAMPERING - If one of your humans is engaged in some activity, and the other is idle, stay with the busy one. This is called "helping," otherwise known as "hampering." Following are the rules for hampering:

a. When supervising cooking, sit just behind the left heel of the cook. You cannot be seen and thereby stand a better chance of being stepped on and then picked up and comforted.

b. For book readers, get in close under the chin, between eyes and book --unless you can lie across the book itself.

c. When human is working at computer, jump up on desk, walk across keyboard, bat at mouse pointer on screen, and then lay in human's lap across arms, hampering typing in progress.

WALKING - As often as possible, dart quickly and as close as possible in front of the human, especially: on stairs, when they have something in their arms, in the dark, and when they first get up in the morning.This will help their coordination skills.

BEDTIME - Always sleep on the human at night so he/she cannot move around.

LITTER BOX - When using the litter box, be sure to kick as much litter out of the box as possible. Humans love the feel of kitty litter between their toes.

HIDING - Every now and then, hide in a place where the humans cannot find you. Do not come out for three to four hours under any circumstances. This
will cause the humans to panic (which they love) thinking that you have run away or are lost. Once you do come out, the humans will cover you with love and kisses, and you probably will get a treat.

ONE LAST THOUGHT - Whenever possible, get close to a human, especially their face, turn around, and present your butt to them. Humans love this, so do it often. And don't forget the guests!

Hell603 post ends here. The rules now lapse into the unwritten rules posted below.

Nellie has invented a game in which she grabs the edge of my nightgown or skirt as I walk by and then gets dragged around the house, sliding on her back. I was calling it "skirt surfing", but I am open to any new name suggestions.

My late much beloved Kissimee had a similar game, it involved spinning him around and around in the bath tub. I was inspired by your cute game this morning and I wrote Nellie a song. It would require a Beach Boys type sound and it's called Skirt Surfin' Nut.

Skirt Surfin'
. Here's a groove that is new
Skirt Surfin'
. O' it's so easy to do
Skirt surfin'
. Yeah c'mon, c'mon
Skirt Surfin'
. But not on the lawn

Skirt Surfin'
. The linoleum floor
Skirt Surfin'
. Let's do it s'more
Skirt Surfin'
. On my slick furry butt!
Skirt Surfin'
. Oh Yeah! I'm a Skirt Surfin' nut!

T2S--ROTFL!I love it!

I'm going to sing the song to Nell when she wakes up from her nap.

As far as games go:

Joey's favorite is: Put Stuff In My Shoe So I Can Dig It Out. That involves anything small enough to fit in a sneaker he has designated as his own. You put it in the shoe, and he fishes it out like a raccoon. Sometimes he just does it on his own.

Squirt's best game is: Sing With Me. When the mood is right you can sing "Where is Kitten? Where is Kitten?" to the tune of Frere Jacques, and he responds by meowing.

T2S
Your Reposting the Rules post was just the funniest thing! And boy! can I identify with most of it. The Hiding rule was in operation in our house just last night. Went to bed unable to find my black cat - did the usual thing, checked all cupboards etc, but no luck, though it doesn't mean he's not in a cupboard simply because you've checked it, he's been known to get under a pile of clothes, rags, or simply just "melt" into the furthest recesses. I even checked with a torch outside though I knew he hadn't got out, and it was freezing cold. Finally went to bed, didn't sleep a wink, kept listening for him and getting up to see if he was on his favourite spot on the lounge. At 3 am he was there. We had a real cuddling session, and some comfort food, of course.

Gee, Mary, at 3 a.m. all I ever get is "Let me knead your hair into a gigantic knotted mess"!

Skirt Surfin...heh heh Very cute, I like that one!

As for putting things in shoes...well, I don't know it this story is more a demonstration of my cat's intelligence, or my husband's lack of same...

Buttons adores those fake mice you can get in a pack of four at the grocery store. I buy them by the truckload in various colors, and ultimately find them all over the place, yes, even outside in the front yard. I ran over one of them not long ago on my shiny, black sports lawn tractor with the custom bumper hubby made so I wouldn't mess this one up like I did the red one. *LOL* But I digress ...

Anyway, early one morning, Hubby comes home from a 12 hour night shift complaining of a VERY sore foot. He said his foot hurt so bad all night he thought about coming home. (Hubby NEFFUR misses work - gotta be an act of God that prevents him from going)

So, he sits down at the kitchen table and slides off the offending steel-toe work boot...*GASP* "OH MY GOD, YOU ARE BLEEDING!!!", I squealed with alarm when I saw a horrible red stain all over his sock. He turns the boot upside down, and YUP! You guessed it!

One of those RED fake mice was in his boot, ALL NIGHT LONG, and the fool didn't ~even~ think to take the boot off to see if there was something in there.

But the truly funny part of this story (if that wasn't enuff, thank you very much) is that when the mousey fell out of the boot onto the kitchen floor, Buttons didn't miss a beat and came galloping around the corner, knocked it under the table and right down the hallway as if to say, "Gee, Dad, Thanks! I was looking for that!" *ROFL*

~g.

Gaye:

That is the funniest story ever! :LOL:

Ouch! My sides hurt from laughing so hard! Gaye, your husband wins the prize for being most willing to put up with pain for no good reason!