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My beloved kitty Garfield, who has long since crossed the Bridge, and I used to fight for the coveted curved seat on our sectional sofa.  By "fight", I mean it was understood that whoever got there first got to keep the seat. Once, he abandoned his spot on the sofa to go have a bite to eat.  I took the opportunity to steal his place.  When he returned, it was readily apparent that he expected me to move.  

"You snooze you lose, that's the law of the jungle," I said smugly.

He looked up at me like, "you smart-mouthed so and so".  And then he jumped on my stomach, full force, all twenty plus pounds of him.  Yeah, that's probably the last time I took an attitude with a cat...

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I had a friend who told me a pretty funny cat story once. They had a indoor/outdoor cat that they used to feed under the dining room table. Well, one time they had company, like fancy company, and so they moved the bowl out into the kitchen. So they're eating dinner (I think it was her hubbys boss) when all of a sudden she hears this "harmmmm chommm chommmm" coming from under the table. I guess the cat didn't appreciate being left out, because it was a baby rabbit. Sans the head. Apparently the guts were a delicacy too... And no, the boss never again accepted a dinner invitation after that. Which was good, she said, coz they were kinda stuck up. I guess when she told them the cat was used to eating under the table, they thought it was like that, every night. Lol.

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So Sawyer likes to steal things and run away with them.  The other day my husband had a couple friends over helping him with a project for school.  It was a service project they had to do and his was to find people to donate fishing poles to a non profit organization that helps get kids to do outdoorsy things.  They were sitting at the kitchen table lining the fishing poles.  I was in the bedroom with Sawyer so he wouldn't bug them with the fishing line.  I guess he escaped and I could hear one of the friends saying "Sawyer..NO.  Sawyer...NO SAWYER!" and then I heard all this commotion and Sawyer came FLYING in the bedroom with a spool of fishing line trailing behind him and flew up on the bed and huddled beside me as my husband ran in chasing him.  I guess as one of the friends was lining the pole he stole the line that was attached to the spool and as he ran with it the spool was coming after him and he thought it was chasing him.  Him jumping up beside me was like "SAVE ME MOM!!".  

ENTRY--One time I was in the restroom when suddenly three of our cats--Momma, Princess, and Slipper--raced into the bathroom, jumped into the tub, and peeked out around the curtain in a line with Slipper's head on the bottom and Momma's head on the top. Then, in almost perfect unison, they jumped out of the tub and onto the floor where they proceeded to groom themselves in exactly the same manner.

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Tales of a cat in heat... with two neutered male kittens in the room.

I just got Penelopy a week ago yesterday from a shelter. I have to wait for them to schedule the spay, and last week she was in heat. So, she was doing all the slinky little things that girls in heat do. My almost-7-month old boys (who are neutered) would just look at her and then look at me as if to say, "Ma, what's WRONG with her?"

One day last week, Penelopy was rolling around on the floor and slinking about when Oscar came by. He's neutered but was terribly interested in Penelopy. And she caught onto that and she was trying to grab his legs. He freaked out an mewed as he ran away, with Penelopy fast on his heels. He mewed his tiny little kitten mew the whole time and after he lost Penelopy, she just rolled all over the floor again. It was pretty funny seeing this.

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They fought and Macha swatting her again and again, she just want back the tunnel, she even want to trade her favorite mousie toy to Mia.

Mia rolls her eyes she can't believe it that Macha would do anything. Few minutes Macha trying to talk to Mia with that mousie toy in her mouth.

Mia seems a little bit unsure of what she gonna do, stayed there for awhile and thinking.

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Finally, Mia gave up her tunnel but Macha's face expressions is priceless, like telling her "who is the Boss now"

Or maybe she's singing "I got you babe"?!

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ENTRY! My Salem has done it again! Ever since Salem come to us 2 months ago (She is now 15 weeks) She plays with the pillows on one couch. She takes them off the couch and places them somewhere else in the living room. Well today was the best David placed the pillows in their perspective spot last night prior to going to bed This morning the pillows were everywhere but the couch. I have left the carrier out so Salem would get used to it and not think of it as going to the Vet only. Well I don't know how but one of the pillows was in the carrier with the door partially closed. There is a message there I am just not sure what. She was very proud of herself also She was sitting on top of the carrier and I swear she was smiling. Trying to download pictures but not that computer frienly yet but I was LMAO

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My cat loves this long wooden stick, it is threaded at the end and he will do anything. Jump, rollover, twist do circles and do a cart wheel. I have never seen a cat with so much agility. How many kitty's does it take to drive a car three one to steer the wheel, one to hit the brakes the other one keeping the eye on the other two driving. I made it up.

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To start this story I have to set the scene. Our house has two doors; a sliding glass door in the back and a wooden door in the front. The kittens--Ra, Spot, Asia, Slipper, and Princess--were about six weeks old at the time. You know, old enough they want to go everywhere, but young enough you have to make sure they don't. Well, the kittens loved (and still do) my brother RB, and would follow him everywhere. One day I was running interference as he went outside the back door (they were way  too small to go outside) and all five them just sat there, staring out the door, waiting for him to come back. He came around the front and came in through the front door and then, because we all have a sense of the dramatic, he quietly made his way to the back door until he was standing behind the kittens. He spoke to them, they turned--and did a kitty double-take! They couldn't figure out how he had gotten behind him when they saw him go outside, and I couldn't help but roll with laughter. 

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My Uncle was over one summer day to go fishing. After a few hours, he had only caught one small blue gill and decided to call it a day.

He came in the house and grabbed a small saucer off the counter, went outside and quickly returned with the cleaned and cut up remnants of his catch on the saucer and set it on the floor for my Mom's black Persian to eat. 

Well, my Uncle was a bit offended when the cat took a sniff, turned up his nose and walked away! "Well, I'll be damn! A cat that hates fish!"

My Mom looked at him and said, "What do mean? He loves fish!"

She picked up the saucer, placed it on the counter, then reached over and pressed down on the handle of the electric can open for a few seconds. She put the saucer back on the floor in front of the cat and he immediately scarfed every last bit of that fish down!

Mom turned to my Uncle and said,​"He's spoiled! He only eats 'canned' fish." 

What a sweet story. Cats are mysterious creatures, aren't they. You never know what they'll do next!

This was a terrific story! Thanks for my giggle of the day!

ENTRY - Our cat Gloves left this mortal coil more than 20 years ago. But I often recall the day she intently watched me for ten minutes while I ironed a blouse for work. I took the blouse off the ironing board and spread it on the bed to cool down before putting it one. Gloves immediately jumped onto the bed and peed all over the blouse! She got her revenge, I guess :-)

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We live in a mobile home next to a cornfield. So keeping rodents at bay is a continual struggle.

One night, my cat was staring intently at the counter. I moved the pans on the counter and somehow a little mouse had gotten up there. My cat jumped up on the counter and immediately caught the mouse. He then jumped down, with the mouse in his mouth. I expected him to kill the mouse, but he had other plans. He decided that it would be more fun to play with the mouse than kill it. So he chased the mouse around, repeatedly letting it go, stalking and catching it again until the mouse finally escaped.

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Once one of our stray cats we are feeding sneaked in, stayed the whole night and left the house at morning. 



So how did it happen. We found out that because we left the window a teeny weeny bit open. Sweetie (the stray) somehow opened it more and jumped in. He stayed the whole night and we never found out what he was doing. So when dawn came my father went out and he turned around to shut the door and there was Sweetie. Just standing there, as if nothing happened (the strays are not allowed in). He looked as if he just woke up or something. My father got her out, but... the night after the next.. it happened again. M father started calling him Sneaky after that.



 The End

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So, this story takes place many years ago, back when I was still living in the city and with my (now ex-)boyfriend. I believe it was a Sunday, and he'd gone to have an abscess drained from... we'll call it his "derriere". Anyway, later that night, we were in bed, and he was laying on his stomach. I saw my beautiful little Lucky's head poke inside the door that was locked with a hook-and-eye lock, and then slipped his head under the lock to unlock it. "Awww man, did you have to do that Lucky?" I said, since that meant he'd let all the cats in (didn't have cats sleeping in my bedroom at the time). 

He traipsed every so klutzily (as he usually did) over my desk and sauntered to the middle, where he was preparing to jump on the bed. I took a quick peak at the trajectory and realized where he'd be landing. "Lucky... no, NO!" Too late. He jumped, and landed right on my ex's blanket-covered behind. He screamed, because his intolerance for pain was horrible, but I laughed like I don't think I've laughed at anything else. He was SOOOO mad at me, and Lucky just had this look on his face like, "Oh, did I do something? I love you!" 

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This isn't about my cat, but it's pretty funny. A friend has a cat who somehow learned to use the stick part of a fishing pole type cat toy as a tool. She'd jab at it, pushing the pole into stuff to knock stuff off or over. Not that interested in the feather toy at the end. Funny, huh?

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When you have very active two babies, it's a lot of fun, there's no dull moment here unless they are both sleeping. My hutch empty because they knocked everything, glasses, my flowers vase and plastic flowers, thank goodness not expensive ones. In the bedroom all the lamps furniture alarm clock broken and so empty, all the crack where they can pass been covered by old towels so they won't go there and play hide and seek. Running, catching each other tails, meowing like the other is hurting but actually they're having so much fun. Sinks water all dried because they tried to drink the water and not sure if it's good for their health. Mia is copycat nowadays, all Macha's antics she copycat , kind of funny seing two girls doing same thing, I just laughed and giggled.

Macha jumps on the sofa and then flying-jumping on the hatch next to dining table, Mia a little kitten doing same thing, can you believe a little thing like here can actually jump so high?! They would play with their tunnel everyday and doing same thing, that thing is so precious toy for them, not expensive but a lot of fun. They are so funny that it made me laugh every single time. Here comes running and spinning again, I can hear those noises and meowing at the same time. A great exercise for my two girls and Mia climbing my curtains and hanging like a little monkey again while Macha keep catching her tail. Always enjoyed how they play even I am a little down and feeling sick they manage to make me laugh all the time.

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He was a tiny orange mite that showed up on the doorstep late one night.  Over loud objections from my spouse, I scooped him up and brought him in.  Smart thing that he was, he immediately crawled into the spouse's lap and began to purr.  No, he began to PURRRRRRRRRR.  Not even as big as my fist, and he had a bass purr that you could hear from 40 feet away.  We named  him Primus, after the band whose bass guitarist takes the lead guitar parts.  He grew into a huge ginger tom who was convinced he was a dog.  He followed the kids around the neighborhood when they went bike riding.  He scratched at the door to go in and out.  Never used a litter box, although he had one.  He went outside to do his business, even in the teeth of a raging storm.  If I got in the car, Primus would jump in and onto my lap, put his paws on the steering wheel, and be ready for his ride.  Every night at eleven, he scratched to go out, trotted the 3 blocks to my spouse's job, and walked him home.  This was life with my Primus.

Now, Primus liked to take baths with me.  If you've never tried to relax and soak in a tub with a 15 pounds wet tomcat lying on your chest, you haven't lived.  Locking him out when I bathed resulted in a squalling tomecat outside the bathroom door until someone let him in. 

At any rate, the family and I had been out of town for a week visiting my parents.  My best friend agreed to stay and take care of Primus, who adored her.  I got home and decided to soak for a while after the 8 hour drive.  Forgot Primus.  SQUALL....SQUALL...SQUALL...door cracks open, in he comes.  He stomped across the floor.  I could hear each paw hit the ground.  Put both front paws on the edge of the tub, leaned into my face and hissed at me.  He then pee'd on my towel, which was sitting on the mat next to the tub.  I never left him with someone else again.  He went with.

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This past summer, I came home from work to find Sammy had brought home a friend. I ordinarily don't mind him bringing home things, like birds (dead), moles (dead) and squirrels (dead), but this was a lizard (very much alive).

I didn't realize it was there at first because it was hiding behind the counter. I kept wondering why Sammy stayed underfoot in the kitchen. When if finally came out of course Sammy was waiting. He grabbed it and put it at my feet and looked up at me like I was suppose to shake hands/claws with it or something. I picked it up to put it outside and Sammy bolted for the door and stood in my way. He tried to get his "friend" and I ended up dropping it. Under the cabinet it went again. After a couple of hours when Sammy wasn't looking (ahem.....I put out some canned food), I opened the kitchen window and very easily tossed "friend" lizard out into the yard. After that, Sammy looked for his friend and finally gave up and went outside.