Strangest thing your cats have done.

When Max was alive, everything he did was strange.He didn't know he was a cat. He got in the shower with me, walked on the treadmill with me, played hide and seek and too many other cool things to mention here. When he died, I wrote his story so I would never forget what a special cat he was.

My RB kitty Freckles used to watch baseball with me. He could predict when Manny Ramirez would hit a home run! If Manny came up and Freckles stared at the screen, it meant homer (or darn close to one). If Freckles ignored it, no go. I can't get any of my other cats interested at all.

My cat, Cheetah tried to go into the TV when he was 4 months old.
He banged into the TV, full speed, 2 times in 3 mins.

My cat Madison sings with me. He LOVES my singing voice (at least I have one fan :p)

There is a catch to it, he only ever sings with The Beatles, its hysterical, his favorite songs are Hey, Jude and Love me Do.

We'll even lay on the couch together and sing to Across the Universe while we watch it until we both fall asleep (me laying on my side with him on my shoulder laying on his back of course)

Its hysterical, he's always right on time with his parts of the song, and no one ever believes me, so when company comes over they're speechless.

He likes the Grateful Dead too, he made sure to let me know, I was watching a youtube video of the first ever unbroken chain, and he lifted his head, looked at me and meowed like, "I love it mom, what is it?" I've never had an animal so musically inclined its adorable

I also had a cat that was a music lover. She was Fred's mother. She came to me as a pregnant stray. She would get up in the morning, and would turn on the stereo. If it was not on the classic rock station, she would turn it off. She liked MTV, too.
Fluffy jumped on my back a few nights ago, and gave me kitty loves, and a massage. She stood on my back and kneaded in a really good spot for the longest. This is strange, because she usually hates me except when I have food. I think she did it just to freak me out. I was waiting for her to find a good spot to get through my ribcage.

Liv doesn't really do anything 'strange' per se. But for SOME reason, she thinks she should be an outside cat, and escapes whenever she has the chance. Tonight she ran outside when I was bringing the dog in, and instead of coming right back like she usually does, she ran around the house 3 times (I live on a main road, so you can imagine my panic attack). It was SO weird and unlike her. And scared the CRAP out of me! (seriously...I'm surprised the cops haven't shown up yet asking who Olivia is and if she was being murdered. )

They do strange things daily... Tomas, as a kitten, used to try to catch the bedroom ceiling fan. He would run around under it meowing. Sadly the hard drive I had those videos clips saved to completely died.
Blaan (7 1/2 month kitten) will meow at the ceiling fans and stare at them, but doesn't attempt to chase them.

When Tomas was younger I was leaning over to talk to my DH at the computer and Tomas jumped onto my back piggy back style. A paw hooked over each shoulder and his back feet braced on my belt. He only done this once, but it was pretty hilarious. Imagine my surprise to suddenly have a cat on my back.

Siri has an odd habit of perching on DH and I. It doesn't matter what position you're in or if you try to move/shake her off. She's like a goat and doesn't easily loose her footing. Attempting to roll over, say from your back to your side, just makes Siri move with you. Meanwhile she stares creepily into your eyes...

Ginger does the crazy "run around after pooping" deal. sily girl. Crazy catness.
Today went a little bad. She ran head first into my closet door, knocked it off the track and it fell with a big WHOOMP! This at 7am, no need for coffee, quite awake after that.
She is OK, though it took a good half hour of cuddling to reassure all was OK, for both of us.

Love all the stories! Maia does a lot of "weird" things, but one of her strangest quirks is when I whistle, she comes running to me. Someone else can whistle and she doesn't flinch, but when I do she runs from where ever, what ever right up to my chest!

I posted this a while back, but it still makes me chuckle, and has not yet happened again. I've got a wall-length closet with mirrored doors in my bedroom. Holland figured out pretty early on how to open one of the paneled doors, so it's always open a crack, meaning she spends plenty of time at the closet door. One night I was reading in bed and she was in her crazy, run-around-the-apartment, pre-bedtime phase, and ran up to the closet door. She had to have seen her reflection, because she startled a bit, then reared up and took a swat at the "other" black kitty in the house. When her paw hit solid mirror she took off like a SHOT!

Then a couple posters here were saying how cats are supposedly not able to see their reflections. I don't know if that's true, and that was the ONLY time it has ever happened (to my knowledge), but I'm sure it was her reflection that she saw. It was so weird. And funny.

I know for a fact that not only does Maia see her reflection, she also revels in it! She was always a smart one, I had the camera out the first time she looked in a mirror and caught this........


Then as she matured....


It was obvious how much she loved herself.......

Aw, that Maia sure is a little narcissist, isn't she?? With good reason, though, she IS pretty beautiful!!

lol! and I thought Madison was bad with the way he strikes a pose any time my camera is out (I've never seen a cat inentionally pose before, he thinks he's a model )

I love the itty bitty kitten infront of the mirror shot the best I think, what a cutie, and what a gorgeous girl she grew up to be, I'd spend my time in front of the mirror two if I looked that great!

My cats are sweet tea stealers! Whenever I have a glass of tea sitting out and I turn my back, I always catch them with there paws (literally) in my drink!!

A few years ago I was working with my two dogs - one of them was "new". We were doing some clicker training - working the two dogs together and they were physically separated by a foot stool. We were working with a "touch stick".

Red jumped onto the foot stool between the dogs and grabbed the touch stick with his paw. I said to him "you are suppose to put your nose on it" and bam he touches it with his nose. So of course I clicked and gave him a treat.

After that he regularly joined the dog training sessions. Of course he had to inspect the treats first to see if it was "worth it" to perform the behavior!

Well, my cats are not afraid of my vacuum cleaner. Maybe because they see/hear it several times a week. They literally just sit there. It can come as close as 10 inches and they still don't care. I think that's rare in the cat world. The vac isn't exactly quiet either. If it comes too close they calmly walk away

It's more that they trust you and are just use to it.
Most of mine will run out of the room I'm vacuuming, but don't go very far. The instant the vacuum is off Tomas will come right back in the room - if he bothered to leave in the first place. Sho, Sherman, and Tanna are usually close behind.

Holland hates the vacuum. Whenever I vacuum, she goes straight under my bed, so I make a point of vacuuming my bedroom last. And even then I vacuum in the far corner until she has a chance to "escape", so I can finish the room.

Since we're on the subject... Neko too hates that loud vacuum! She knows it by sight. We pull it out of the closet, she darts. She does the same thing when she sees me taking the blow dryer out of the drawer in the restroom.
Other strange things, We hold conversations with eachother and she always does this cute little *sigh. Or she does a meow with no voice, odd. She fetches all the time. And she's jelouse of my betta. I talk to him and feed him and she will sit behind me and tap my leg meowing like I've forgotten all about her!
oh yeah, and she UN-buries her water dish before drinking water!

Oh my gosh, I can't believe I forgot this story!!! -

One night last summer my sister and her boyfriend needed to crash at my place for the night. No problem, I moved Holland's food, water and litterbox into my bedroom since she is afraid of everybody. Well, I had to get up to pee around 4 in the morning, and didn't close my bedroom door as I didn't think Holland would leave my room. I was in the bathroom for maybe 30 seconds, went back to my room, shut the door and got back into bed.

A few minutes later I swore I could hear meowing outside my room. I had assumed Holland was under my bed, but the meowing persisted, so I got up to investigate. Following the meows led me into my kitchen, which is right next to my living room where my sister was sleeping on the couch & her boyfriend on the floor. I kept hearing it, but couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. I proceeded to check every cupboard in my kitchen... nothing but more meowing. My sister woke up as I was checking inside the fridge, laughing at me - I know she can't get in the fridge but I was baffled!! We finally realized that she had gotten herself stuck behind the fridge!!!

My sister's boyfriend was uselessly still sleeping on the floor, so my sis and I had to pull out the fridge so Holland could jump onto the counter to freedom. She was absolutely covered in dust. Although I felt bad at the time that she got so scared she jumped behind the fridge, we have had many laughs over that incident.

Mellow humps blankets.. I have even woken up late at nite to find him humping my foot!

Oh I remembered a kitten I had when I was a kid.. he liked to watch the swirly water in the potty. That cat would come running every time he heard the toilet flush so he could watch his favorite show!

I use to have a cat named Yuki that did that too!
It was so funny! Was that swirly water that interesting to them! haha.

Yuki also liked to talk a lot. When I picked her up and cuddled her
she would make these adorable little sounds, like a purr meow thing.
One of her kittens was just as funny as her. He would run around
and jump on the couch and make cute little sounds like Yuki.
"ppprrryy" That's the only way to describe it.

I accidentally ran into him once, he was black and it was dark.
He totally freaked out and jumped really high and screamed
then ran under the couch...soo funny.

I love talkative cats!

Quinn, no matter how many times she was fed, would always do this.

I'd put her food in her bowl and then she'd get down and lean towards the food but just before she would take a bite, no matter how starved she was acting before, she would turn her head and look back at me with a puzzled expression on her face THEN she would start eating and never look back even once more.

HAHA I miss that look.