Whassup, my humies? Wha’choo wanna talk about? Cat stuff? I love cat stuff!
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Whassup, my humies? Wha’choo wanna talk about? Cat stuff? I love cat stuff!
Luna Kitten Tongue, via Martin Alonso, licensed under CC BY 2.0.
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Thanks for the feedback, I’ll relocate that one soon.
Thank you! Thought you were resting!
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OK, here’s a completely random subject to discus : dreams. What did you dream about last night?
I had a weird dream in which Michael Jackson kept harassing me on Facebook. I have no idea why I dreamed of him, it’s not like I’m a big fan, I don’t dislike his music but I haven’t heard one of his song recently.
Did ya tell him to “beat it” 🙂
I had a dream about my therapist…. I’ll stop there as it may become to salacious of a discussion! 🙂
LOL!
I had a dream that I was in our garage and random cats kept showing up on the cars. Then a deer came in. Of course, this is not out of the realm of possibility at our house. 😛
I never remember my dreams. This is probably a good thing.
Some pre-holiday gratitude: the 6th member of the family of feral cats I’ve been feeding for a year and a half showed up for breakfast. I hadn’t seen more than 5 at any given time since the spring and was afraid she was gone (4 are torties and hard to tell apart). I got them all spayed/neutered and I have shelters for them, so I feel quite attached to them all, even though they are still afraid of me – ohmygod, it’s the lady with the food, run!!!!!
Fist, the world needs more people like you for feeding those cats and especially for having them spaded and neutered.
As for, ohmygod, it’s the lady with the food, run!!!!! My house cats do that to me regularly, one moment they can’t get close enough to me, the next it’s, she’s going to kill us, RUN!
Cats are just weird, that’s why we love them I guess. 😀
Yeah one of our cats does the run. He was my husbands before we married, and after 5 years he’s accepted me as bringer of wet food and treats. But at all other times OMG!!RUN!!
I am mad at my large orange tabbeh. Last week he did one of those “I will just disappear into the alternate cat dimension for about an hour”. I thought he had gotten out. 🙁 I finally found him behind the stove which according to the laws of physics, he should not have been be to fit. Stupid cat. Scared about 10 years off of my life.
I passed a household law that my kittehs must never do that again. Per usual they ignored me. 😀
I hate that dimension! I have been sure many times that a cat has gotten out even if no door has been opened since everyone was last seen, because…magic? I know it’s impossible and still I panic.
I’ll put “behind the stove” on my list of places to check.
That happened to me too! The cat somehow got under the duvet without messing it up and then laid perfectly flat. I called for two hours, rattled the treat bag, opened a can of tuna and nothing. Finally, I went into the bedroom and she innocently pokes her head out of the covers. That’s how she got her nick name; “Stupid Ninja Cat.”
You couldn’t find him by his chortling??
Sorry–HER
Been there, done that. I have a VERY large white Main Coon that could give lessons to magicians on how to do a disappearing act.
A white Main Coon must be gorgeous! Maybe a photo?
That’s him, his name is T-Two.
Yes he is a big gorgeous boy! Thanks for the photo, I bet cuddling with him is great. The shaved photo looks like he has a lion’s tail!
White Maine Coon = beautiful x warm = awesome.
That’s him shaved ( he was too matted, he hates to be brushed)
Ahhhh! The floofiness then the pinkness! Each with their own brand of softness. Please give him some appreciative rubs from me. What a lovely cat.
I just love his fluffy ski boots.
We thought my boy had gotten out once when my parents had some friends over. Thought he escaped when they left. My dad (who “hates cats”) was the one freaking out about it. I found him after about 15 minutes…he’d gotten shut in a closet so he just decided to take a nap.
Another time when he was a kitten he managed to get shut in the freezer. Luckily I heard him thumping around in there and investigated so he was only in there for a few minutes. Opened the door and he came tumbling down from the third shelf! How he got up there without my mom noticing I have no idea.
I have a dog, my 11 pounder, James, who disappeared for a spell a number of years ago and had me in a panic. I called and called him in the house and in the backyard with no sign of him. I went into the front yard and ran up and down the street calling him — not a peep. I became kind of desperate and magical-thinking and started looking in really unlikely places — the oven, the fridge, the cupboards. Then I took the lid off the compost bin in the backyard, and there he was, sitting on all the yard waste and kitchen scraps, waiting for me. What struck me was his look of complete faith that I was coming to rescue him. I was also amazed that he didn’t give a little whine or scratch or anything that would have given me a clue where he was. I was so happy to be reunited with that little guy!
I had a cat who would disappear but not into the alternate dimension. We would look, call, talk about how she must have gotten out…
There she would be, sitting above our heads and out of our line of sight on the top edge of an open door watching the earth bound hoomans down below. She could jump from the floor straight up to the top of the door. We never thought to look up first as she was perched there silently laughing at us.
Ceiling Cat.
Yes! Way before Ceiling Cat.
My dad was replacing the fan in the bathroom several years ago, and had to go up in the attic to pull the old one out. It’s one of those with ceiling-access and a rickety pull down ladder. After he took it out he closed the attic, went back to the bathroom, looked up, and there was the boycat looking down at him from the hole in the ceiling. Of course he wouldn’t just jump down from there; dad had to go back up in the attic to get him. 🙂
Of course! Great story.
I don’t remember ever having a pet disappear on me. I think they’ve all known that I would have a freaking heart attack, so they’ve never pulled that stuff with me. 🙂
One of my cats, Missy, is a tiny holy-terror floof ball with a major Napolean complex. She started as a foster, then became ours when we realized that we’d better keep her ‘cuz no one else could possibly put up with her shenanigans. Shortly after arriving, while still in the “ohmygodrunIdon’tknowthesepeople” phase she scuttled into my son’s room and disappeared down the floor register. It was hidden beneath a desk and the cover had been temporarily removed to lay new carpet….and she found it! You haven’t lived until you’ve had a cat dusting out your ductwork! Her adoptive dad had to take apart the duct in the basement, grab her by the scruff until she dropped out into his arms. That was 12 years ago and she’s been stuck to him like glue ever since. Her savior.
Fantastic story. Of course she would find that particular hole. Lol.
One or another of my free-roaming buns has disappeared long enuff to freak me out. (There is NO WAY one could get outside without growing opposable thumbs, so I don’t have THAT worry.) But I have returned to a throughly-searched room to find him casually flopped out on the rug, with typical bun disapproval at my ineptness. I’m afraid I’d never find a cat–they have so many more options!
Casually flopped!
Oh dear, my two boy cats pulled the same stunt. I was having an old sofa hauled away, so of course they hid from the movers. After the movers left…no sign of the cats for hours. Naturally I was sure they’d hidden inside the couch and gotten hauled off to the dump. Hours later they reappeared, safe and sound…never did tell me where they were hiding!
Professional secrets.
😀 My cat Daisy who passed away earlier this year at age 18 did that once. Disappeared completely. There were few places to hide since my stuff was all boxed up and ready for the movers to come. I went outside to look for her and as I walked back up to the apartment, there she was sitting in the window watching with evil glee. Never did figure out where she was hiding….
My old apartment was a minor death trap with the door to the furnace closet refusing to shut completely. When I moved out, I lost one of my cats for a while. I knew she hadn’t gotten outside because the only thing more evil than other people is outdoors…finally I realized she found the hole behind the water heater in that stoopid closet. I had to take the cover off the intake vent to pull her out of the walls. Screwdrivers are very useful things for cat retrieval.
I hope I don’t have to move again until after she’s gone over the bridge because I haven’t found most of her hiding spots yet…
When I was living in an old apartment building on the top floor, I thought I had lost both of my feline juvenile delinquents until I looked behind the radiator in the living room. It was summer and the heat was turned off. Another favorite hiding place was under the claw-foot bathtub.