A bit of advice Don't put your frosty on the coffee table and leave the room if you have cats. You think I'd know better. *sighs* I really wanted that frosty goodness but now it's Willow's. Damn Cat!
We used to have a "special needs" kitty too. He would shadow box, didn't know his name for almost a year, and was very klutzy. He did figure out how to feed himself from the dry pet food container. Weird.
Cat's are fun and Willow is endlessly entertaining with his quirky behavior. He licks the window blinds too. But he always comes to the door to greet us, he's so cuddly.
Huh... Runt, our special needs kitty, was the same too. In the cuddlely aspect. He loved being cuddled, and he'd try to suckle on your clothes. And he'd greet anyone at the door. Every Halloween he'd greet the trick-or-treaters. And sometimes they'd pet him, so I guess that's why he kept doing that.
And he was a runt when he was born, really he was. Ended up being a 10 lb cat.
so wait... did she tip it, or just lick it and you decided not to reclaim it? cuz i'll tell you, i have pulled a french fry out of my cat's mouth and eaten it just to show her who's boss.
yeah, just realized, that kinda makes me sound like a creepy cat lady. o well!
tess does that to ramen noodle cups. then she picks it up like "o shit i'm stuck." i don't help her either, i just laugh at her until she works it off herself.
"i have pulled a french fry out of my cat's mouth and eaten it just to show her who's boss."
ROTFLMAO! Okay while slightly of the icky, that's very much cat behavior. Boss cat, or Top cat eats first and gets their pick of stuff. So yeah, I guess you showed her you were top cat.
Or the chessy poofs. Or anything with cheese or mayo. (And cheese makes the darned cat sick, but he still wants to eat it.) That's one cat.
Have another cat (ex-alley cat) who will eat *anything* she deems edible. (I think she view her fat as money in the bank, in case she ends up on the street again, or we forget to feed her, she's got something to live on for a while.)
Oh, and mustn't forget Grandpa's dog (whom we inherited.) He was very fat when we got him, he's lost quite a bit of weight, so now he can jump up on the chairs and reach the table a bit. (Chihuahua mix) Of course if it's on the table and we're not there, then we humans must not want it and it's his for the grabbing.
Least I managed to get the chocolate donut holes before he ate them. Stupid dog. He'd managed to pull the little bag down and tore it up, but the donut holes are in one of those little paper trays that some places put french fried potatoes in, so the donut holes were still on the table.
Ya think I'd learn not to leave stuff out where they can get it. But sometimes I hear my mom call, and since she's still new to the walker, I'm worrying that she's calling because she's gonna' fall, so I rush off without putting my food out of reach.
And then I come back and sometimes someone is helping themselves.
Still remember that time way back when we had three different cats. Someone left the bread on the counter. Well, one cat had a bread fetish. So here I come into the kitchen to see the loaf with a cat nibbling at each end, and the third cat eating in the middle. And it was a new loaf too!
Course, there was that time my sister was renting in Little Forest Hills (a neighborhood in Dallas near White Rock Lake) and they had raccoons around. The raccoons would come in the pet door and steal food. There was a young male, and a 'married couple' who would come by the most.
The married couple once opened up the boxes of cereal bars and stole them all. The young male possum pulled loaf of bread off the counter, and dragged it out through the pet door.
Oh, and my sister had a house-mate whose cat liked coffee. The cat was sniffing my coffee. I'm used to animals sniffing my drinks and stuff, so I didn't pay any attention. Next thing I knew, his head was in my cup and he was slurping my coffee.
Actually, no... he was a very old cat. And his human used to let him a little coffee every so often, but he never got hyper from the caffeine. Maybe it kept him going?
It's not just cats... the same thing happens with dogs too. Thankfully I got to my Pina Colada before Sam actually ended up drunk.
As for wacky things dogs eat? Fatback climbed into my gas fireplace (while it was off, thankfully) and started eating the rocks at the bottom. He's eaten gum (off the floor of obedience school) twice. He used to have a thing for eating the stuffing in squeaky toys. Not to mention the puppies' love of used kleenex (very weird).
LOL. Pets eat the strangest things - hey isn't that a book. :)
I haven't had a dog wince I was a kid but I had one that would eat just about anything except pretzels. He would bark until you tried to give him one and then he'd look at you like you were hiding the good stuff.
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Date: 2009-03-14 02:12 am (UTC)Does that mean your cat now has brain freeze?
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Date: 2009-03-14 02:18 am (UTC)If Willow has brain freeze we'd never know - he's not the brightest cat ...seriously
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Date: 2009-03-14 03:10 am (UTC)he's not the brightest cat ...seriously
LOL!
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Date: 2009-03-14 03:55 am (UTC)told he's not bright
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Date: 2009-03-14 08:18 pm (UTC)And he was a runt when he was born, really he was. Ended up being a 10 lb cat.
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Date: 2009-03-14 03:56 am (UTC)yeah, just realized, that kinda makes me sound like a creepy cat lady. o well!
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Date: 2009-03-14 04:07 am (UTC)He had his whole head stuck down in the cup. I gave up on it after that.
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Date: 2009-03-14 05:28 am (UTC)cats are odd. entertaining, but odd.
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Date: 2009-03-14 06:28 pm (UTC)ROTFLMAO! Okay while slightly of the icky, that's very much cat behavior. Boss cat, or Top cat eats first and gets their pick of stuff. So yeah, I guess you showed her you were top cat.
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Date: 2009-03-14 06:32 pm (UTC)sometimes i go grrrrrr when i do it.
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Date: 2009-03-14 01:45 pm (UTC)In my house, it would be the dogs stealing my drinks, though.
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Date: 2009-03-14 09:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 06:09 pm (UTC)Have another cat (ex-alley cat) who will eat *anything* she deems edible. (I think she view her fat as money in the bank, in case she ends up on the street again, or we forget to feed her, she's got something to live on for a while.)
Oh, and mustn't forget Grandpa's dog (whom we inherited.) He was very fat when we got him, he's lost quite a bit of weight, so now he can jump up on the chairs and reach the table a bit. (Chihuahua mix) Of course if it's on the table and we're not there, then we humans must not want it and it's his for the grabbing.
Least I managed to get the chocolate donut holes before he ate them. Stupid dog. He'd managed to pull the little bag down and tore it up, but the donut holes are in one of those little paper trays that some places put french fried potatoes in, so the donut holes were still on the table.
Ya think I'd learn not to leave stuff out where they can get it. But sometimes I hear my mom call, and since she's still new to the walker, I'm worrying that she's calling because she's gonna' fall, so I rush off without putting my food out of reach.
And then I come back and sometimes someone is helping themselves.
Still remember that time way back when we had three different cats. Someone left the bread on the counter. Well, one cat had a bread fetish. So here I come into the kitchen to see the loaf with a cat nibbling at each end, and the third cat eating in the middle. And it was a new loaf too!
Course, there was that time my sister was renting in Little Forest Hills (a neighborhood in Dallas near White Rock Lake) and they had raccoons around. The raccoons would come in the pet door and steal food. There was a young male, and a 'married couple' who would come by the most.
The married couple once opened up the boxes of cereal bars and stole them all. The young male possum pulled loaf of bread off the counter, and dragged it out through the pet door.
Oh, and my sister had a house-mate whose cat liked coffee. The cat was sniffing my coffee. I'm used to animals sniffing my drinks and stuff, so I didn't pay any attention. Next thing I knew, his head was in my cup and he was slurping my coffee.
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Date: 2009-03-14 09:28 pm (UTC)Also willow chews electrical cords. We finally went to wireless controllers for the PS2 because he ruined so many controllers
Buffy is our other cat but he thinks he's a dog. He even plays fetch.
thanks for
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Date: 2009-03-20 10:13 pm (UTC)As for wacky things dogs eat? Fatback climbed into my gas fireplace (while it was off, thankfully) and started eating the rocks at the bottom. He's eaten gum (off the floor of obedience school) twice. He used to have a thing for eating the stuffing in squeaky toys. Not to mention the puppies' love of used kleenex (very weird).
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Date: 2009-03-21 12:13 am (UTC)I haven't had a dog wince I was a kid but I had one that would eat just about anything except pretzels. He would bark until you tried to give him one and then he'd look at you like you were hiding the good stuff.