Ok, I know we recently did this, but I’m starting a new thread in part to show just how silly cats can be - you can probably start a new thread every week! Anyway, part of my annual birthday celebration (I was 58 this week, OY) is a wonderful homecooked spaghetti and meatball dinner (although not generally my preferred type of fare, this will be my last meal request). At some point after woofing it down with a nice chianti (no, no fava beans) in the dining room, the white cat (whose name after much debate over the years is actually “The White Cat”), as is her wont, stood tableside with her front paws on my lap; lo and behold we noted that her entire chest and throat area were deep orange in color. After cancelling out a dread heretofore unknown disease, using our powers of duduction and scientic testing (smell), we realized that the white cat had jumped on to the stove (as is also her wont) in the kitchen and had put her head into the pot of meatballs and sauce and had taken on the sauce around the rim. She had also licked all of the sauce off one meat ball thereby clearing up the mystery of the sole naked dry meatball as well.
You should know that the black cat (known formally as “The Black Cat”), her sister (well, half sister I guess), is smart and somewhat regal in bearing.
I invite similar recent stories in the vein of “Can you top this?”
And she didn’t nosh on the meat ball? Crazy. But typical for cat weirdness. Mine loves spaghetti sauce, too. And now she’ll sit and wait for me to feed her the noodles. More treats.
We have a White cat too (and it’s not deaf!) but ours is called Splodge. Sounds odd until you get the explanation that she had a black splodge on her head when she was a kitten.
Once upon a time I was eating some mushrooms. It might have been a fried-egg-and-mushroom sandwich. It might have been the remains of a mushroom timbale. Whatever it was it was vegetarian. But my wife’s cat “Lady” was very interested in my meal. Usually they pester her if she is eating tuna or chicken. Lady was on the verge of pestering me. After I had finished, there was a sliced mushroom stalk (fried, at very least or boiled) on my plate. I didn’t notice it until Lady pinched it. She swallowed it immediately, apparently thinking it was meat of some kind.
Have you ever seen a cat look surprised, disappointed and disgusted all at once? It is something to see.
There is an established link between the white coat color, blue eyes and deafness. The tapetum lucidum is generated from the same stem cells as melanocytes (pigment cells). The blue eyes in a piebald or epistatic white cat indicates a lack of tapetum. Deafness is caused by an absence of a cell layer in the inner ear that originates from the same stem cells as well.
We had a kitten who had just grown into the ability to jump up on
kitchen counters. I had just cooked some hamburgers on the George
Foreman grill, which features an external dish which catches the
grease (this is the vaunted “fat-busting” feature of Foreman’s
Grilling Machine). Once we had finish eating in the dining room,
my wife and I returned to the kitchen, and the grease catching dish
was empty. My wife denied emptying the dish, and I know I hadn’t
yet (gotta be careful not to toss it down the sink). Then we both
spied the kitten licking her greasy whiskers…
Now, this was a lot of grease for a 3lb. kitten. Luckily, my wife is
a vet, so she knew just what to do: panic. She kept saying “Aaaaaah,
pancreatitis!” over and over. We sequestered the kitten and fed her
HydrogenPeroxide to try to induce vomiting, but the cat just looked
got angrier and gassier without any wretching. So eventually we gave
up and decided she was decendant from feral garbage eaters (she was
orphaned at 1 week old). Turns out we were right. Later she stole a
toaster waffle right off my plate, an uncooked chicken breast, Pizza
crusts out of the trash, and numerous other illicit foodstuffs. Luckily,
she’s gotten too fat and lazy to steal much anymore. But we still can’t
turn our back on cold ceral or glasses of milk.
I once watched our gray tabby (“Boots”, after his white feet) take off after a squirrel in our back yard. The squirrel headed for the nearest tree with the cat hot on his tail, but stopped a few feet up the trunk. The cat was so busy chasing he forgot to do any actual catching, and ended up farther up the tree trunk a few feet above squirrel. They both froze for a second or two, the squirrel looking up and the cat looking down, then took off – the cat down the tree and the squirrel up, passing each other again. The cat ambled off trying to look nonchalent…
I was motoring up in my dinghy to the big boat, and my cat tansy was sitting on the bow, all regal and stoic. Suddenly she just jumped over board. I killed the outboard and she came up about 25’ behind me. Swam up, slapped one paw on the gunwhale and lifted herself in. Shook hard and gave me a look that said “don’t say a word”.
I guess she had to find out firsthand what all this water is about.
all the best,Tansy (I use her name 'cause I’ll never forget it. As I write this, she is asleep(pretending) on her sheeps hide, in the berth across from me.
Her full name is Tansy Lee
We fix Flora and Lilly each a little bowl of wet food at dinner time. One night Flora came downstairs and Lilly was a little late for some reason, so we left Lilly’s on the kitchen counter and took Flora’s and our dinner into the dining area and we all sat down to eat. After dinner I was looking all around for Lilly’s dinner in the kitchen and was asking my husband what he did with it and we were thinking maybe we forgot to fix it, total confusion. Well, it turns out that Flora had jumped up on the counter very quietly and eaten Lilly’s dinner after she ate her own and then my husband had put the bowl in the dishwasher just thinking it was some bowl he’d used when he was fixing dinner. The counter is out of our sight but just barely and normally we can hear a kitty jumping up on the counter from the dining area, so she was darn quiet and darn careful. We tried to wring a confession out of her but she remained completely calm and innocent-looking throughout the interrogation. We made Lilly another dinner and we are more careful now!
yup - had a Dalmatian that had one blue eye, one brown eye, was NOT death, but was dumber than a box of rocks.
Actually, many white dogs that aren’t normally white (boxers, german shepards, etc.) can be deaf. Boxer rescue wanted us to take a deaf, white one to go along with Buster - feeling that Buster would help “direct” the deaf dog. We didn’t, because we hadn’t had Buster long, and were worried they BOTH would wind up doing something stupid.
Heh. Many years ago, I watched our yellow tabby chase a rabbit through the pasture. The cat slowly gained on the rabbit, closing to within mere inches, when the rabbit suddenly kicked out hard with its hind feet, catching the tomcat under the chin and sending him flying backwards, head over heels. By the time the cat got back to his feet and shook off the wobbles, the rabbit was nowhere to be seen. The cat just sat down and licked his paw, as if to say, “I meant to do that.”
-Our old family favorite cat, “Murphy” stalked a flock of sparrows bathing in a deep puddle by our house. He attacked with a sprinting leap but telegraphed his presence & intentions too well -landing in a birdless puddle and taking the sphinx position in which he had hoped to dine. Having missed his kill, Murph stayed in the water for a minute to save face before sneaking off to clean up. He never mentioned it afterward, and we never brought it up out of concern for his feelings.
My feline landlord is usually up to one dumb thing or another, but the silliest thng she has done lately involves a mad dash out the front door.
Normally, she does not want anything to do with the outside, except when she is in heat. Unfortunately that is about every other week lately so I have to keep a closer eye on her when the door is open. Usually a sharp "Hey! Or “Get back in here!” will make her turn and run right back inside.
A few days ago we had some snow…no big deal except on the walkway leading to the front door where the snow covered a thin layer of ice.
Right after it quit snowing she made a high speed break for it as I opened the front door. She got maybe 5 feet out the door before she realised that the white stuff was not pleasant and with out even waiting for my yell, she tried to turn around to come back in. However, because of the ice under the snow, her stopping power was reduced to about zero. She ended up sliding spread legged, chest to the ground, nose first another 15 or so feet down the sidewalk.
When she finally did come to a halt, she had trouble standing up. She did get up and turned around, but after having her legs go out from under her a few times she just sat down with a look on her face that clearly said “You want me? You come get me!”
This morning I spent some time watching my cat beat the crap out of the neighbors cat.
Kida (aka Pyscho Kitty) has very little tolerance for other animals, but for some reason this particular cat she seems to especially despise. So everytime it comes near our house all hell breaks loose.
This morning was about 10 minutes of howling, yowling, clawing, swatting and full body slams. I let it go that long because I figured she could use the exercise. And what the heck…if she is going to attack something I would rather it be the neighbors cat than me.
I finally put a stop to it when she shot up the curtains in preperation for an aerial assualt.
The silly part? Kida was inside, the neighbors cat was outside and a large floor to ceiling window seperated the 2 at all times. But they never seemed to notice it…
