The Enigma and the Dweeb

[Becky]

Who knows why the Cassie Cat meows? What is she looking at on the ceiling?

Tucker weighs 13 pounds and desperately wants to fit into a shoe box.

Just another day with my kittens.

V.

Useless without pics

[Veronica]

Visualization baby!

13 pound tuxedo cat - a BIG boy - tries to fit in shoe box lying on its side. He can get his head and shoulders in. I think the shoe box is half the length of the cat.

V.

[Becky]

Visualization baby!

13 pound tuxedo cat - a BIG boy - tries to fit in shoe box lying on its side. He can get his head and shoulders in. I think the shoe box is half the length of the cat.

V.

ROFL! I love it! It must be a cat thing to think that you're tinier than you are. Mine are both in the 15 lb. range and think they're 6 week old kitten-sized.

[Veronica]

He's only ten months, so still a kitten for sure, but full of personality. When he loses his puffball under furniture or behind a closet door, he actually herds me to the rescue. He uses the swish and meow technique. And if I go in the wrong direction, he runs in front of me and plops down.

Cassie, is truly an enigma though. When she meows and swishes me, I have no idea what she wants.

V.

[katluvr]

Visualization baby!

13 pound tuxedo cat - a BIG boy - tries to fit in shoe box lying on its side. He can get his head and shoulders in. I think the shoe box is half the length of the cat.

V.

I have a 17 pound black and white (not sure he qualifies as a tuxedo). He is also polydactyl (big ole thumbs). He lays around all spralwed out. I am sure he would not fit in any shoe box but a BOOT BOX.
We have a smaller version of "kitty condos" for the kittens...he manages to lay on top of it. Obviously there is some stuff (fur/fat) hanging over the sides! Love those BIG boys!

[rocknrollgirl]

Buggies....my boy sits and meows at bugs that I cannot see...drives me crazy, and once said buggie is removed, he remembers where it was and just sits under that spot and howls....very strange.

[Veronica]

I love everybody's silly kitty stories.

V.

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

I saw my cat staring intently at the blank wall 8 feet away once. I got closer and closer to try to see what she was looking at.....and finally I saw a teeeny teeny speck of a bug there, about the size of the period at the end of this sentence. Wow!- from 8 feet away!

We love our 3 kitties. They are so amusing, wise, and beautiful.

[Boise Birder]

Visualization baby!

13 pound tuxedo cat - a BIG boy - tries to fit in shoe box lying on its side. He can get his head and shoulders in. I think the shoe box is half the length of the cat.

V.

You need to find someone who has bigger feet to donate a shoe box!

[bmccasland]

My 17 lb tuxedo, Herald, is absolutely neurotic about cleanliness and unfortunatley he's allergic to flea siliva. So right now he going absolutely batty trying to get to the itchy parts on his back. He's been treated for the fleas, but that doesn't change the damage that was already done before I realized he needed treatment. Poor thing spins in vicious circles trying to get to his back, that he might reach if he were slimer.

[beccaB]

I saw an albino cat yesterday while I was riding, pink eyes, white , with a stub tail. It was sitting in between corn rows waiting to pounce on me. I have never seen an albino cat in all of my days, and I have been a lifelong fan of cats. I would have grabbed it and taken it home if it hadn't run away.

[indysteel]

Sophie, my oldest cat, had a nightly ritual that she's been doing since she was young (she's now 12). Around 9 each night, she brings me one of her stuffed mice toys and lays it at my feet. The way she does it cracks me up. She usually retrieves whatever mouse is in my bedroom at the time. From there, she starts making these strange little cries as she walks from my bedroom to the family room. It's the only time that she makes that particular sound. Once she drops the toy at my feet, she will sit there until I pet her on the head and say "thank you Soph." With her work as a mouser done, she goes back to her perch on the back of my armchair. Oh, I'm sorry. Her armchair. No one else sits there but her.

Oh, but she's also been a bad kitty of late. She started chewing on her front paw on Friday (she's had issues over the years with overgrooming). I put an e-collar on her, which usually does the trick. The paw was healing nicely, until yesterday. By the time I got home from work/riding, her paw was a bloody mess. I figured at the time that she was rubbing it against the collar. So off to the emergency vet we went. They gave her a cortizone shot and bandaged her paw. When I got up this morning, she was sitting in her armchair, no bandage in sight. Argh! It turns out that the e-collar wasn't restricting her movement enough. She was able to pull off the bandage (and a fair amount of her hair) and lick her paw again. I adjusted the e-collar to further limit her range of motion, but not before completely pulling my own hair out. She's gonna be the death of me. We go back to the vet tomorrow.

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

Indy, have you tried leaving the tv or radio on softly for her when you are out? It might help distract her from her grooming/bordom/habit thingy. They do this with pet parrots who chew on their feet and feathers- music, tv, a mirror, another pet bird nearby....all distractions.

[Kano]

K.C. is a dinky 9.5 lb, 14 year old tuxedo cat -- but he makes up for it in attitude (woe to the 14 & 15 lb resident visitor cats we had in the house for a few months a couple of years ago. Those beatings had to be a blow to their egos!) He's a bit on the shy side, in that visitors NEVER see him, though he's strangely attracted to our daughter's fiance -- which must be a good sign, don't you think? In the last two years, he's gotten downright friendly, verging on cuddly! He also seems to think night time is the time to "holler the house," looking for someone to play with, or some kind of attention. He grew up with an older companion, who's been gone a few years, so I wonder if loneliness is the culprit here, but am hesitant to add another one to the household at this stage in our lives.

K.C. follows me around -- from in front of me, so that he must stop where I'll trip over him on a frequent basis, because, of course, he has no idea where I'm going!

The dog, of course, is wiser about following -- he stays alongside or just behind me, so he can tell what's coming next!

"I see a birdie" noises -- of COURSE the birds can't hear them: K.C. is in the house, the birds are outside, on the other side of that pane of glass!

Veronica, I think you need to keep a picture of that cat in the box on your desk at school!

Karen in Boise