Comments on: World’s Best Cat Litter™ Presents: Laugh Your Cat Tale off Contest!

By: JOAN

JOAN — Thu, 06 May 2010 21:48:58 +0000

I WAS IN THE SHOWER ONE DAY AND HAD LEFT MY CELL PHONE ON THE COFFEE TABLE. AS I WAS GETTING OUT I HEARD MY PHONE RINGING AND RAN TOWARD IT TO ANSWER..WELL I WAS TOO LATE, MY CAT BREES HAD ALREADY ANSWERED IT..SHE HAD IT ON THE FLOOR AND WAS BITING AND STOMPING ON THE KEYS. I COULD HEAR MY HUSBAND YELLING “HELLO, HELLO”. I HAD JUST CHANGED MY RINGTONE TO ALAN JACKSONS “FIVE O’CLOCK SOMEWHERE”. I GUESS SHE LIKES COUNTRY MUSIC, SHE HAD NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE AND SHE DOESN’T TRY TO ANSWER ANYONE ELSES PHONE. NOW EVERYTIME MY PHONE RINGS I HAVE TO PRY IT FROM HER GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS (SHE EVEN REMOVES IT FROM THE CASE ON MY PURSE)!
I GUESS WHEN SHE STARTS CARRYING ON A CONVERSATION AND USING UP MY MINUTES, I’LL START TO WORRY.

By: Debra

Debra — Wed, 05 May 2010 21:22:24 +0000

While I was out, my father was babysitting my kids (and my cats.) When I returned he was flustered and tired. Had the kids given him problems? No, but he saw one of my cats outside and had to chase it around and finally cornered and brought her in. Only problem was, she was not my cat…………

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 04:57:15 +0000

My cat Fancee is always underfoot esp. when I have been gone and she has been "abandoned" by me for a few hours. This day I had been shopping, when I came home sure enough she was right underfoot begging for her attention. But first I needed to put away the groceries…In the meantime I accidently dropped one of those plastic bags on the floor. Fancee decided if I would ignore her she would amuse herself with that sack (which happened to be blue). She would paw it and jump back like it scared her she did this for awhile I was watching to see nothing was being chewed on. When all at once she took off like a rocket running thru the house with the handle of the bag around her neck (it was really loose)the bad flying like batmans cape and everytime she would slow down the bag would fall and hit her in the rump so the bag would scare her again and off she would go I was laughing so hard I could hardly catch "batman"to get the bag off of her. Needless to say she has never gone around another plastic bag and I make very sure to keep them off the floor. However we did think about dressing her as Batman for Halloween.

By: Beverley

Beverley — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 03:00:42 +0000

Visiting our little mobile home, tucked in the middle of the Maine
woods, with our closest neighbors about half mile away down the dirt
road was always an experience of some kind. Our two kids and several
cats would either be the entertainment or have to be entertained.
Abby our cat was always the hunter of the family, always finding a
field mouse and leaving its remains at the front door as a gift. I would
often run to the back door to let the other cats in but she usually beat
me there, proud a second time with her gift. The other cats would
pretend to hunt the mice but usually pretend was the best word to
describe their hunting. If the cats did find a mouse, it became their
play toy. Catch it – let it go – catch it again.
Snowman was another one of our cats. He was the devilish cat, always
up to something, always playing around. I had washed and wiped dry the
dishes one night, leaving the dish water in the dish pan in the sink until
after the news. Imagine my surprise to return to see Snowman sitting
on the counter next to the sink. He had that look on his face – a new adventure. He was not afraid of the water in the dish pan. In fact he
kept putting his paw into the dishpan, spinning the sponge around and
around and around….as a poor little mouse sat on the sponge getting dizzy.

By: Beverley

Beverley — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 20:25:42 +0000

Visiting our little mobile home, tucked in the middle of the Maine
woods, with our closest neighbors about half mile away down the dirt
road was always an experience of some kind. Our two kids and several
cats would either be the entertainment or have to be entertained.
Abby our cat was always the hunter of the family, always finding a
field mouse and leaving its remains at the front door as a gift. I would
often run to the back door to let the other cats in but she usually beat
me there, proud a second time with her gift. The other cats would pretend to hunt the mice but usually pretend was the best word to describe their hunting. If the cats did find a mouse, it became their play toy. Catch it – let it go – catch it again.
Snowman was another one of our cats. He was the devilish cat, always
up to something, always playing around. I had washed and wiped dry the dishes one night leaving the dish water in the dish pan in the sink until
after the news. Imagine my surprise to return to see Snowman sitting
on the counter next to the sink. He had that look on his face – a new adventure. He was not afraid of the water in the dish pan. In fact he
kept putting his paw into the dishpan, spinning the sponge around and
around and around….as a poor little mouse sat on the sponge getting dizzy.

By: Lisa

Lisa — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 02:38:19 +0000

I have two cats, a year old tabby named Leo and a all white blue eyed baby doll named Bella. When we first got Leo he was the runt of the litter and last one left. He was the cutest little guy ever. Then 6 months later Bella came along. At first Leo didn't know what to think. But soon after they became best friends. The things they do is amazing. They clean each other, sleep at the top of their tower post together looking like a oreo smashed together. And chase each other all night long. But the funny thing is Leo hides in the dark around the corner and just sits and waits for Bella to come along. He then makes a noise I have never heard another cat make almost like a laughing sound. He also has a favorite table at his grandmas and gets under the table and waits for his next prey. The way they act together is our nightly entertainment. We love them both very much.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 19:39:48 +0000

We have a huge 22lb cat we believe is a maine coon. He will eat practically anything. I had a Togo's sandwich for lunch which I was taking in a Starbucks paper bag (the kind with the rope handles). I had left it on the floor next to my purse while I finished getting ready. We heard a loud ruckus and saw Tommy running around the house with his head stuck in the bag handles trying to get it off. The little piggy had put his head through the straps to get at the sandwich and had gotten stuck. He was not injured or in danger but he did learn not to put his head where it doesn't belong. Gina Scheidt

By: firelily

firelily — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 20:02:37 +0000

We’re transitioning our cats to a raw diet consisting of supplemented meat and bones. Last night one of the boys, who’s been the most reluctant to enjoy the new raw food, decided to chow down on the chicken thigh we left out for them to enjoy. As this was the first time we’ve seen him show any interest in the bones (as opposed to his brother and sister who routinely pick the bones clean), we showered him with praises “Good Boy! Eat your dinner, good boy!” Of course, during the second that we look away, he bites too firmly into the meaty end of the bone and ends up with it stuck one of his canine fangs. We look back to find him furiously shaking his head about and pawing his face, trying to get the stuck bone free! With a quick dash over, laughing all the way, I swoop in to the rescue and free him from the bone, which he happily continued to devour.

By: Somerset

Somerset — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 19:59:13 +0000

We have 3 Bengal kittens, one who has a tendency to get “stuck”. One of their favorite games involves a motion-activated light up ball placed in an empty Kleenex box. They love trying to get the ball out (photo: http://www.photoshop.com/accounts/aad99ddaa0ca4e71abab7f99af25a1fb/px-assets/5939c5a90cb44f74a4241a81945f6ada), and carrying the box around until the ball “dies” (photo: http://www.photoshop.com/accounts/aad99ddaa0ca4e71abab7f99af25a1fb/px-assets/e38191ddd382494b9ec584a7b1460860. Of course, in their attempts to get the ball out, they try grabbing it with their mouths, which results in the box getting stuck on their head. The one boy, I swear, so much as looks at the box and it somehow gets stuck on his head, we’re constantly have to pull it off, only to have to do so again a minute later to keep him from bashing about the room in a blind daze (photo: http://www.photoshop.com/accounts/aad99ddaa0ca4e71abab7f99af25a1fb/px-assets/9db80cfbf4454ab7b50979ca96152437). For this very reason, this is an adult supervision only game.

By: vasha321

vasha321 — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 19:13:02 +0000

Thump. Thump thump. Thump. You know that cat is around here some place, in the bedroom? Nope. In the bathroom? Nope. The hallway? Nope. Thump Thump! Certainly sounds like it’s coming from the bathroom. No cat in the litter box. No cat in the sink. Not in the bathtub. Not on the cabinet above the toilet. Turn to leave, and suddenly a cat lands on your shoulder with a happy “Meow”. Seems he got on top of the door and needed a handy step to get down!