Let's put together a thread showing off our furry, scaled, feathered and so forth friends, and share some strange, funny or confusing tidbits about them.
This is Wiley. I found him as a half grown kitten up a tree in January '06 in the middle of a freezing cold rainstorm in a squall line ahead of a front.
First thing out of Wolf's mouth when I brought him inside was, "We're not keeping it!"
Yeaaaah. Guess who grew attached & couldn't bring himself to take the little squirt to a shelter?
Fast-forward a year later, i.e now.
He may look all cute & cuddley, but he's a little bastard, and a weird one at that.
Every morning just before sunrise, he likes to tear-ass through the house, hollering at the top of his lungs. After he's done making noise, he pounces on the other cats, and hissing & growling from them ensues.
THEN, he sits in the hallway, staring up the wall for a while. After a bit, he starts jumping up the wall at some invisible unknown....whatever the fuck he's going after. He does that repeatedly for about an hour, on & off. Same damn spot, every frickin' day.
Nothing like hearing claws scraping down the wall at the buttcrack of dawn....
Another one of his favorite things to do is to sneak up on you, "tag" you (bats you a few times) and run like hell.....He does this to me and Wolf all the time, I think he thinks it's a damn game....It gets very old, and very annoying quick....
Although, what he does to Wolf often is something I find hilarious
He waits til Wolf's in bed, and slowly, and methodically sneaks up alongside the bed on the floor, and sits there shaking his ass to & fro for a bit, that "I'm gonna nail your ass" wiggle.
After a while, he comes flying up & across Wolf, usually either directly nailing his crotch or his ass, and flies out the door while Wolf suddenly bolts upright, emitting strange high-pitched noises, likely from pain
Abby here is the opposite of Wiley, she's a well-behaved cat we'd adopted from a shelter about a month before I found Wiley.
The only odd thing about her is that she loves, and I mean LOVES that French Vanilla cappucino from 7-11. Every time we get some & bring it home, she gets a whiff & follows us around. If I take the plastic lid off to let it cool off, she's right there watching the cup.
Now, I know caffeine's not good for cats, but there's a limit for them (about the equivilent of 1/2 a cup of coffee) She managed to sneak a few licks out of Wolf's cup one day, and won't leave you alone until you give her a few teaspoons now. I usually limit her to just 2 of them. She doesn't like it too warm, she likes it just slightly warmer than room temperature.
And they say cats don't have a sweet tooth.
And this is Pooh.
Pooh is....well, he's old. He's maybe 15 or 16 at the youngest, around 20-ish at the oldest. He's just a lazy old fuck. Don't have many problems with him til he needs his nails trimmed, and that in itself could be considered a sport worthy of medals.
Hell, today when I trimmed them, he was whipping around, hissing, growling, trying to bite, etc etc---Putting up the usual BS fight. Only difference between today and previous trimmings was Abby came running in the room full speed, ran up on & across the couch, sniffed him quick, put her paws on my upper chest above Pooh & let out a good couple of stern warning meows. The more noise Pooh made, she nastier the look she was giving me got, and the more mean the meow became. Eventually she narrowed her eyes, & dropped her ears flat & bellowed this ungodly meow at me. I think she has this protective streak over the old dude now that she's been with us a while.
But other than putting up with his crap when his nails need trimmed, he's a good old fart, he's never been any trouble at all.
Wiley's the only one that drives us up the wall, really.
I've heard over and over that orange cats like him have nearly identical personalities, for the most part......I wonder if that's a trait related to the coloring, maybe?
This is Wiley. I found him as a half grown kitten up a tree in January '06 in the middle of a freezing cold rainstorm in a squall line ahead of a front.
First thing out of Wolf's mouth when I brought him inside was, "We're not keeping it!"
Yeaaaah. Guess who grew attached & couldn't bring himself to take the little squirt to a shelter?
Fast-forward a year later, i.e now.
He may look all cute & cuddley, but he's a little bastard, and a weird one at that.
Every morning just before sunrise, he likes to tear-ass through the house, hollering at the top of his lungs. After he's done making noise, he pounces on the other cats, and hissing & growling from them ensues.
THEN, he sits in the hallway, staring up the wall for a while. After a bit, he starts jumping up the wall at some invisible unknown....whatever the fuck he's going after. He does that repeatedly for about an hour, on & off. Same damn spot, every frickin' day.
Nothing like hearing claws scraping down the wall at the buttcrack of dawn....
Another one of his favorite things to do is to sneak up on you, "tag" you (bats you a few times) and run like hell.....He does this to me and Wolf all the time, I think he thinks it's a damn game....It gets very old, and very annoying quick....
Although, what he does to Wolf often is something I find hilarious
He waits til Wolf's in bed, and slowly, and methodically sneaks up alongside the bed on the floor, and sits there shaking his ass to & fro for a bit, that "I'm gonna nail your ass" wiggle.
After a while, he comes flying up & across Wolf, usually either directly nailing his crotch or his ass, and flies out the door while Wolf suddenly bolts upright, emitting strange high-pitched noises, likely from pain
Abby here is the opposite of Wiley, she's a well-behaved cat we'd adopted from a shelter about a month before I found Wiley.
The only odd thing about her is that she loves, and I mean LOVES that French Vanilla cappucino from 7-11. Every time we get some & bring it home, she gets a whiff & follows us around. If I take the plastic lid off to let it cool off, she's right there watching the cup.
Now, I know caffeine's not good for cats, but there's a limit for them (about the equivilent of 1/2 a cup of coffee) She managed to sneak a few licks out of Wolf's cup one day, and won't leave you alone until you give her a few teaspoons now. I usually limit her to just 2 of them. She doesn't like it too warm, she likes it just slightly warmer than room temperature.
And they say cats don't have a sweet tooth.
And this is Pooh.
Pooh is....well, he's old. He's maybe 15 or 16 at the youngest, around 20-ish at the oldest. He's just a lazy old fuck. Don't have many problems with him til he needs his nails trimmed, and that in itself could be considered a sport worthy of medals.
Hell, today when I trimmed them, he was whipping around, hissing, growling, trying to bite, etc etc---Putting up the usual BS fight. Only difference between today and previous trimmings was Abby came running in the room full speed, ran up on & across the couch, sniffed him quick, put her paws on my upper chest above Pooh & let out a good couple of stern warning meows. The more noise Pooh made, she nastier the look she was giving me got, and the more mean the meow became. Eventually she narrowed her eyes, & dropped her ears flat & bellowed this ungodly meow at me. I think she has this protective streak over the old dude now that she's been with us a while.
But other than putting up with his crap when his nails need trimmed, he's a good old fart, he's never been any trouble at all.
Wiley's the only one that drives us up the wall, really.
I've heard over and over that orange cats like him have nearly identical personalities, for the most part......I wonder if that's a trait related to the coloring, maybe?
