What's the funniest thing your Cat has ever done? (litter, butt, house)
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When I first had her, a well-meaning friend gave her a big pinch of organic catnip and she had a "bad trip" and ended up standing on top of the door with no way down. The H rescued her and she slept for hours. So nip was off limits for a while until I saw a cute mesh thing with some old brown, dried-up, unlikely to mess with her too badly nip in it. And that's what happened. I now give it in small amounts, but have never again had either a bad reaction or such a funny one.
Sounds like Sonic's plastic bag experience. Very fascinating - as long as you were alone while he was bringing out the undies.
I had just gotten home with my then-husband when he was bringing out the bra which is when I stopped him. Yeah, it was a good thing that we hadn't brought a friend home with us that day. But, both of us were laughing.
A long time ago I had a cat named Snooch who loved catnip, though I didn't give it to him very often. One day I gave him some as a treat, but gave him a bit more than usual. He had a grand time rolling around in the stuff, and then racing around the apartment in a glorious, 'nip-induced frenzy. Half an hour later, Snooch was nowhere to be seen. A quick search of the premises finally revealed my wayward kitty...he was sitting in the bathtub, head slowly, rhythmically going up and down as he followed the steady drip....drip....drip of the leaky tub spout. Snooch was stoned out of his head. But oh, he slept well that night.
One other cat I had was an odd little duck. She had originally been abandoned in a field, soaking wet and starving, and my sister and brother-in-law had found her and brought her to me, and well, she soon became part of the family. One evening, during her first week of life with us, I was in the living room watching tv when I noticed Tasha checking out my backpack that was sitting in the hallway. I watched as she pried the top open and began rooting through the bag's contents...and then she did the weirdest thing. She began tugging and pulling on something in the bag, really struggling with it, and when she finally got it out, began dragging it down the hall to my son's bedroom and all the way under his bed. The thing she decided to pilfer? My bicycle pump. To this day I have no idea what she was planning on using it for.
A long time ago I had a cat named Snooch who loved catnip, though I didn't give it to him very often. One day I gave him some as a treat, but gave him a bit more than usual. He had a grand time rolling around in the stuff, and then racing around the apartment in a glorious, 'nip-induced frenzy. Half an hour later, Snooch was nowhere to be seen. A quick search of the premises finally revealed my wayward kitty...he was sitting in the bathtub, head slowly, rhythmically going up and down as he followed the steady drip....drip....drip of the leaky tub spout. Snooch was stoned out of his head. But oh, he slept well that night.
One other cat I had was an odd little duck. She had originally been abandoned in a field, soaking wet and starving, and my sister and brother-in-law had found her and brought her to me, and well, she soon became part of the family. One evening, during her first week of life with us, I was in the living room watching tv when I noticed Tasha checking out my backpack that was sitting in the hallway. I watched as she pried the top open and began rooting through the bag's contents...and then she did the weirdest thing. She began tugging and pulling on something in the bag, really struggling with it, and when she finally got it out, began dragging it down the hall to my son's bedroom and all the way under his bed. The thing she decided to pilfer? My bicycle pump. To this day I have no idea what she was planning on using it for.
Couldn't rep you, but your post was totally hilarious. Thanks for sharing that.
When our Sadie was about six months old, she grabbed a (new) tampon from my bathroom and was playing with it in the stairwell. It was hilarious to me and I'm pretty sure I have a photo of it somewhere.
This isn’t funny, but I’ll never forget it. The perfect blend of horror and admiration. I was looking out my kitchen window at a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower on a rose of Sharon bush. In a split second, my cat jumped up and snatched the hummingbird out of the bush. A couple of munches and the bird was gone.
When our Sadie was about six months old, she grabbed a (new) tampon from my bathroom and was playing with it in the stairwell. It was hilarious to me and I'm pretty sure I have a photo of it somewhere.
Back in the late 90's we had a lovable little Tuxedo brat-cat named Mikey. My wife & I went out to celebrate New Years Eve, and unbeknownst to us, Mikey decided to do a bit celebrating himself. My wife grew and made her own catnip, and she had a rather large baggie full of the stuff on hand. She gave Mikey and his brother Bo a little nip treat before we left for the evening.
Problem was, she forgot to put it away & left it on the kitchen counter.
We can home in the wee hours of the morning to find a thoroughly shredded baggie of catnip, it's contents scattered all over the kitchen floor, and one drunk Tuxie laying on his back in the middle of it sound asleep. He didn't even wake up when we came in. My wife picked him up & brushed off the nip he had rolled around in, and put him to bed in his chair. It took a little while to clean up the mess, and by the time we finished we realized we hadn't Bo at all, which wasn't like him. After a brief search, we found him hiding under the bed, and he wasn't wild about coming out either. We figured his crazy brother got high on the catnip & spooked him or something, so we let him be. Mikey kept a low profile the next day and slept a lot. It took a couple more days before Bo stopped hissing at him.
Are you and NYC Refugee sure your catnip IS catnip? Hilarious stories!
Love reading these stories. Here are mine:
Chester cat was hiding in an empty, tall paper grocery bag, sitting on a bar stool. Miss Kitty jumped up on the island next to the stool. Every time Chester would raise his head up, Kitty would bop him on the head!
Last week, Chester was perched on the top of the back of the recliner chair in the living room. My husband decided to try out his new "distressed rabbit" coyote hunting call in the living room. Chester flew up in the air, did a cartwheel in the air and took off, truly flying.
He was driving along then stopped at stoplight. People kept pointing to his car so he pulled over...
Before leaving home, the cat had climbed onto the roof of the Jeep Cherokee.
He had ridden several miles there unnoticed before my dad finally stopped...
but the cat was fine.
Are you and NYC Refugee sure your catnip IS catnip? Hilarious stories!
Can't speak for NYC, but the nip in question was some form of mint that my wife grew. Mikey always had a low tolerance for catnip, and we wouldn't give him very much. But he really binged-out that night.
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