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They were probably detective cats, because they apparently liked being undercover.

 

We need a 'groan' smiley..

 

My current older cat, Max, likes to have conversations. He will meow, and I respond, and he would meow right back, as he rubs up against me.

 

My female one used to respond to 'want some nummies?' She'd head straight for the dry food bowl.

 

Our cat Dotty will do the same, mostly in the morning when I'm about to leave for work. She will follow me right to the door and I'll let a 'meow' and she'll hit it right back every time.

 

My youngest kitty, Matilda, does meow from time to time, but she mostly likes to squeak, and she's 10.

 

Pretty much the same with me and the cat that slept on the Water heater last night.

 

So I just discovered something new that my cat now hates. Sometimes I like to do a Donald Duck impersonation when I'm talking at home because think I'm "funny". So yesterday I was sitting around and my cat comes walking on in so I start talking like D.D. She starts flipping out by hissing and meowing up a storm. It was the funniest thing I've seen her do in a while lol.

 

@Lord Vivec

FYI

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Maybe your cat is more of a Daffy Duck fan?

 

@PCCViking
Probably, considering just how irritated she got .

 

So the other day, couldn't find my outdoor cat after looking around the house. Was about to go outside in the cold when he was found in the empty (NOT running) open dryer.

 

A few years ago, my older cat Max had slipped out of the apartment and was acting like Matilda had escaped as well (the sliding glass door was open). We looked everywhere for her, only to discover her coming out of the organ.

Cats can hide in the funniest hiding places.

 

Boy do they ever.

 

Cats take Hide & Seek very seriously .

 

I have been away from my cat for several days, and now that we are together again I am reminded of exactly how awesome she is.

A Poem About My Cat

Just looking at her is like finding $5 in the washing machine.
Her ears are the softest ears on this or any planet.
She likes to squash her little forehead up against me like she's praying and I'm her personal holy shrine.
When I'm lying in bed depressed, she boops my nose with her tiny paw.
We watch nature documentaries together, and she tries to eat the animals on the screen.
She likes to wake me up by slurping my fingers.
She threw up on my bed when I was gone, and I don't even care.

This has been a poem about my cat.
The End.

 

Update:

As you can see by my avatar, we have a new kitten. His name is Marbles. It's not so much that we adopted him, but rather he adopted us.

On Monday morning, I woke up to the sound of meowing from outside. It wasn't one of our current two cats, but Marbles. He followed my mom inside when she brought home breakfast from McDonald's.

Right now, it's still mostly a fostering-type of situation, but even if it's only temporary, we're going to enjoy every minute with him, even if Max and Matilda are less than impressed (and yes, we'll need to make sure we keep giving them plenty of love and attention too).

Marbles isn't afraid of anything. This morning, he tried attacking his older foster siblings' tails, and they didn't appreciate it. Heck, he sometimes chases his own tail.

 

My cat is a squidgey bean and I love her.

That is all.

 

Poor Mei-Mei has an infected cut at the corner of her eye. So periodically I have to call in backup and we squish her down so she can’t move while someone washes and disinfects the cut. She does not like this and has no idea why we’re doing this to her.

I kind of expected she’d avoid me for a while, but she’s as snuggly and affectionate as ever. I really have no idea how she’s processing all this in her little cat brain, but apparently she forgives me.

We really don’t deserve our pets.

 

WE HAVE NEW KITTENS. They are two tiny gray tabby littermates who were barn cats this morning and are now living in my house. I keep telling them that this means all they have to do for the rest of their lives is eat free food and lie around in sunbeams, but all they do is stare at me and scream. You'd think they were infants I stole from their mother, locked up in a plastic box, and took them far away to an alien land or something.

No pics yet, I've pretty much just been getting them comfortable and fed. I actually don't even know if they are boys or girls. I guess it's notoriously difficult to tell the sex of small kittens because they all kind of look the same as babies. So I typed "how to sex young kittens" into Google, and got a great big warning about how child porn is illegal. I tried to explain that I did not mean "How to sex [up] young kittens," but a digital Chris Hansen showed up anyway and asked me to take a seat.

I am now on a kitten-fondling watch list until 2050. The lawyer said I should be happy with that, considering how many issues of "Cat Fancy" I had under my mattress.

 

Our kittens are now 3 months old, and today Cloud killed her first mouse. I feel kind of squirmy about well-fed house cats hunting and killing things, especially when it’s native creatures in ecosystems where domestic cats have been introduced. But house mice are also an invasive species in North America, and this one was in our laundry room, so it was doubly so. So good job Cloud. I guess. You little monster.


Dreaming of death

Cloud and her sister Sugar were born barn cats, but we took them home when they were just 5 weeks old, before their mother taught them the finer points of a humanless cat life. I am told that this is what one does when adopting kittens from a feral cat colony. Apparently if you wait much longer, the mother cat is likely to teach the kittens to be fearful or aggressive around people, and after that they really won’t make good pets.

Anyway—it’s a bit of a mystery how Cloud learned to hunt at all, let alone so effectively and so young. My best guess is that the kittens learned by watching our adult cats, one of which is a respectable mouser, and another is a 9th dan Slaughterer Of Small Creatures. (My Mei-Mei, by contrast, is a sweet chonk who likes her food pre-killed, rendered into bite-sized pieces, and handed to her on a plate, thank you very much.).

Anyway, I now have two tiny, newly-minted Merchants of Death scampering about my house, so that’s nice.

I guess.

 

@poor yorick

That is easy to explain: Cloud is now a Closed Litter Box Disciple of Sensei 9th Dan Slaughterer of Small Creatures.

(Great picture of Cloud too).

 

Here are recent pictures of my kitties: Calvin and Hobbes in the first picture, and Max and Marbles in the second.

 

Sugar and Cloud the kittens (now about 5.5 months old) are very smart girls. They definitely understand when people are talking to them, as opposed to when people yammer boringly at each other. I’m not 100% sure they each know their individual names, since they tend to travel the house as a duo and we don’t often address one when the other isn’t around. I also frequently use a “talking to cats” voice (it sounds stupid) and give each cat an individual name-song (also stupid) to aid in feline-human communication.

Apparently young Sugar has figured out the meaning of some non-cat-voice English phrases, however. This morning I saw her gleefully trotting off with a unfamiliar-looking object in her mouth, so I asked, “What have you got?”

She “correctly” deduced that this was time for her to run away and hide with her treasure, so the mean human couldn’t take it away. (It was part of a sink stopper, and, yes, I managed to retrieve it.). Anyway, I don’t even ask them “what have you got” very often, although I suppose it’s possible the rest of the fam does and I just don’t hear it.

Creepy little linguist kittens.

Also—Mei-Mei has a little trilling “activation noise” when you call her name. It’s sort of like having Alexa, only without the “sorry, I didn’t get that” 600 times when you try to get her to do something. Mei-Mei just skips the chatter and pointedly ignores you instead. Much more efficient.