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

Greetings everyone! We at World’s Best Cat Litter™ love hearing from our customers, friends and fur-riends, so anytime we can turn a question into a fun contest, we pounce on the opportunity! This month we are asking you or anyone you know to tell us the funniest story about your cat. You know, like the time you caught your cat in the hamper or the cat nip caused them to climb your dining room curtain … We know you have the ultimate LOL moments to share with us!

So here’s the deal: in 250 words or less, we want you to tell us about the funniest moment you have experienced with your cat(s). After 30 days we will review all the stories that are submitted and pick three winners.

The Winners will receive the following:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also, all winning stories will also appear in one of our monthly blogs and newsletter.

How to submit:
After writing your story of 250 WORDS or less, please share it with us in the comment section of this blog post to qualify. After submitting your story, make sure that you are signed up to receive updates from Clearing the Air via RSS or email so that you can find out if you have won!

So put on a pot of coffee and think back on a humorous cat experience; we are patiently awaiting your replies! Good luck to everyone who enters!

Chuckles,
— World’s Best Cat Litter™

  • S

    One day my coworker shared with me some fresh catnip to give to my cat Haru and told me that I should dry it out so it could last a while. I happily brought home the leaves to share with my catnip loving feline. Remembering that I had dried basil leaves in the oven before, I set about laying a cookie sheet with the catnip on it to dry. No sooner than five minutes baking, I noticed my Haru was acting a bit strangely. Soon enough he was dancing and yowling and bouncing all over. Oh no! I had created a giant catnip bong in my kitchen and my cat was high! I rushed about the house and opened all of the windows and sat perched with my cat fanning cool air into his face until he stopped seeing the flying pink mice or whatever other hallucinations he was having. I was so worried, but Haru didn’t seem to mind.

  • Reiley sat on the side of the tub while I bathed. Victor lingered around suspiciously until he finally ran in & shoved her into the tub then ran away.

  • T

    Had purchased 2 ripe avocados and left them on my kitchen counter. Came home to 1 avocado. Looked high and low for that friggin' thing. Could it have rolled away under a chair? No. The avocado had disappeared. A few days later I'm vacuuming in my living room and look under my sofa. There, a sad-looking avocado looking much like a pin cushion. The mystery? My living room is 6 steps up from my kitchen. The cats had somehow rolled/carried it up the stairs – and neither of my cats fetches (I've never seen them carry anything in their mouths). I'm convinced they have opposable thumbs.

    PS – I thought S's catnip story was a hoot! LOL!

  • Irene

    In November '09, my cat who was 4 months old at the time, jumped from the couch and also ran full speed from the floor onto my parakeet's cage which was sitting on the stereo. My boyfriend had to move the bird to another room. When he came back to the living room, the cat was on top of the stereo. She wanted to sit there so she could look out the window!

  • Heeyoung

    In about a year ago, my cat had an issue of over-eating (because he had some hard time on the street). So, I had to keep his food on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet. One day I came back to my place, but I could not find my cat who usually come to the door to say hello to me. Where was he? He was HANGING on the kitchen cabinet! I guess he climbed up the kitchen cabinet all the way to the very top, and managed to open the door. Then, he tried to get inside of the cabinet and pull out the food. But, instead he ended up dangling at the edge of the shelf with softly mewing.. I have no idea how long he was hanging like that.

  • Dina

    My 2 yr old daughter got a kitchen set for her birthday. A few days later I couldn't find my 2 Persians. I looked everywhere. Finally that night I decided to check the kitchen set. I opened the top oven and Lily was sleeping in there. Then I opened the bottom oven and Bella was sleeping in there. Since then Lily has been found in there many times!

  • Amy

    Our 2 year old cat Eddie is very active, almost hyper. About a year ago he was into jumping on top of everything to get new perspectives. He apparently tried to jump on top of the 6 inch wide bannister on top of our open air staircase which didn't work because when I looked up from where I was sitting on the couch I saw Eddie sliding belly down, bottom first down the bannister, his paws curled under it as if trying to hold on for dear life!

  • My 13 year old Main Coon, Tigger, likes to steal Cheez-Its from me when I try and eat them. He stands on my shoulder and bats at them when I put them to my mouth to eat them, and if he can't get it that way, he swoops in with his big face and steals them right from my mouth.

    Here is a video of the thief in action: https://bit.ly/c3AW5c

  • Linda

    The summer that Tess came to live with us in our house in the country, after having spent her whole life in the confines of a downtown apartment, she learned that it was exciting, though quite safe, to bolt out the patio door onto the deck whenever we went out to put dinner on the barbecue. During a heavy snowstorm of her first winter with us, I stepped out onto the deck to better enjoy the silence and beauty of the snowfall. Tess dashed out between my feet. Shocked by the cold, deep snow, she let out a yowl and tried to jump clear of it. Unfortunately, she jumped forward into a deeper drift of snow. Yowl and jump. And again. And again, like a stone skipping on water. She was about 30 feet out into the yard before she stopped, finally realizing that there was no end to the wretched white stuff. I carried her back home. It was a long time before she would venture out onto the deck again, summer or winter.

  • Brooke

    Let me introduce the kitty mafia that runs my house- Fat Lenny the brains behind the operation, Indigo the lackey and muscle, Sherwin aka the Water Boy who guards the fountain and Wonton the youngest looking to be a made kitty. The mafia kitties are a sneaky group who like to rub their escapades in your face. I never actually saw this happen only the aftermath so you can use your imagination. One morning I open my bedroom door to find an empty 3 lb bag of food in the hallway. You know how they draw dynamite explosions? That is what the bag looked like. It was essentially turned in to a giant bowl. I imagine the scene went something like this… Lenny is perched on his ottoman while the other 3 look up at him. He declares that they have gone much too long without a heist and he has the perfect plan. “I will open the cupboard where she hides the food. Indigo and Water Boy you drag it into our room and make sure it is out of site. Wonton you listen at her door and give us the signal if you hear her coming. Once the mission is complete… WE FEAST!” A few days later when the bag has been eaten Lenny says, “Let’s put this by her door and see if we can get a refill.” Not this time boys we are going on a diet! Ha-ha I usually get the last laugh.

  • Regina

    I have a sweet little cat named Jacks. She is almost two years old. When she was a kitten, she was a horrible chewer. She would chew on just about anything, speaker wires and phone charger cords being her favorite… Thinking this was just a kitten phase, I figured she would grow out of it. No such luck. To this day, she still chews. One day at the pet store, I decided to get her a rubber Milkbone dog toy thinking maybe she would like the rubber consistency. Sure enough, when I gave it to her, she started chewing on it like a dog! The bone is looking rough today; I'm probably going to have to replace it eventually. She has gotten good at holding it with one paw while she furiously chews. I've never seen such a sight. She sure loves her bone. She's my funny little cat-dog. 🙂

  • Michelf

    When I was lest then half the age I am now we had a rescue cat named "Gumby". Gumby had been a stray in the neighborhood we adopted… Or more correctly, she adopted us. So she was an indoor/outdoor cat. We had a room upstairs that had a balcony, and Gumby would sometimes enter or leave the house through the balcony door. One day I'm sitting watching TV and was very interested in the story. I hear Gumby scratching to be let in at the balcony door. With my eyes glued to the TV I walk over and open it to let her in without looking. In my peripheral vision I register Gumby running in, across the room and behind an end table in the corner. Still only looking at the TV I shut the door and go back to my seat… And then I become aware of Gumby, sitting in the middle of the room looking at me as if to say "Are you done yet?" I thought that was strange, but tried to ignore it, after a while though it was a bit unnerving. So I look at Gumby and, not really expecting an answer, ask, "What do you want?" Just then I hear a noise from behind that table in the corner of the room. I look at the cat, Gumby tries to look innocent. "If you're sitting there…" I say to her. I go check and it's a LIVE BLACKBIRD with a hurt leg and wing. I look back at the cat, who hasn't moved but is kinda looking at me over her shoulder as if to say, "What?"

    "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"

  • Michelf

    All of my stories about my current cat, Wyll, are visual. So I'd have to post of video of me telling the story. I hope my above post about Gumby, who is no longer with us, will suffice to win some goodies for Wyll.

  • Sandy

    Cast of characters: Moose, ASH, big male of 18 lbs.; Princess, white Persian, female, 7 lbs.; Pyewocket, 9 lbs., female; Junior, 18 lbs. of fat cat, male. All are indoor cats but Moose is an excape artist who watches fauna from cat tree in family room with sliding glass doors and bolts whenever the hunting is good. The family room has vaulted ceiling with height of 20 feet. One day Moose made a break for it and brought me a present which I didn't notice when opening the slider to let him in. He flew in with a mouthful of sparrow. Bird excaped and flew up to the skylights. 4 cats, in single file, began chasing the bird by running up the stairs onto the balcony and then down the stairs when the bird flew down. This looked like a scene from the 3 stooges and went on, up and down, for about 20 minutes before I could catch the poor bird and put it outside.

  • Juli

    My cat Oreo is not morning animal. He likes to sleep in and loves it when he has a warm human to curl up with in the morning also. After getting my new job, my alarm set for 6:00 a.m., never went off. I tested the alarm; it worked and the clock kept time.

    After a week of getting up late with no alarm, I set my phone alarm for 5:58 a.m. and put it under my pillow because vibrate wakes me up. The next morning, I felt the phone and opened my eyes to see my regular alarm going off, and lo and behold my cat Oreo got up from his curled position on my pillow and sits on top of my alarm. He completely envelops the alarm and muffles the beeping completely. At 6:05 a.m. the alarm stops beeping and my cat get’s off the alarm and goes back to his curled position on my pillow as if it had never happened!

  • 10 years ago, I rescued 2 feral kittens who were so young, their eyes were not even opened. I named them Harlequin Davidson, and the Sundance Kid, Harley and Sunny. My wolfdog, Spirit, helped me raise them, by grooming and cleaning them while I bottle fed. This led to 2 cats who have an identity crisis. They don't quite seem to know if they are cats, dogs, or humans. After watching Spirit play fetch for Lo! these many years, Harley has now decided that he must follow suit. He has taken to stealing socks and slippers, and bringing them to me, meowing loudly -and with his mouth full- as he trots to lay his recently killed clothing items at my feet. At night, while I sleep, Harley sets about arranging his offerings, and I now awaken to find my bed surrounded by a half-circle of small plundered clothing items. He is most smug when he brings me his kills, proud of his prowess at hunting down his chosen prey. But he also seems to know when the camera is pointed his way, because so far, I have not been able to get a photo shot off !

  • When we moved into our current apartment, I didn’t fully appreciate the difference between having lever door handles instead of doorknobs, at least from a cat’s point of view. When I went to the laundry room, I left the door closed, but unlocked, as I had always done in the old place. I came back out into the hall to find my cat Wabble wandering around the hall. Thinking I must not have closed the door properly, I shooed him back inside and made sure to pull the door all the way closed when I went back down to the laundry room. When I came back, Wabble was out in the hall again. I asked my roommate if she had let him out, but she said no. The third time I went down, I came back to find him in the hall again. My roommate said he had let himself out. At her direction, I left the door closed, but unlocked, and watched him from the kitchen, and sure enough, he walked up to the door, looked around, then raised himself up on his back legs and pulled the handle. The door swung open enough for him to get his paws in to open it, and out he went. Now we lock the door whenever we go out so we won’t find the cats out in the hall when we get back.

  • The story about Tess reminded me of one my mom told me about our cat Tonka when I was away at college. At the time, we lived in a townhouse with a small, semi-enclosed front garden. One late spring evening, when she came home from work, both Tonka and his housemate Boots went skittering out the front door when she opened it to come in, and went into the garden, which also had a sliding glass door into the kitchen. When Mom went into the kitchen, she opened the glass, but not the screen. Seeing the door open, Tonka tried to walk in, but was stopped by the screen, so he decided he must jump. After he bounced off, he decided he must jump higher. After watching him do this about three or four times, Mom took pity on him and opened the screen. By then, of course, he didn't trust it and waited for Boots to go in first.

  • Juli Lawrence

    Jasmine likes to drown her toy mice, usually in the toilet. If I forget to close the lid, I will almost certainly find an unfortunate mouse at the bottom of the bowl. I have no idea where or how she learned that drowning prey was the final act of the big hunt.

    If the toilet is closed, she will often look for another water source when it's time to drown her mouse. I've found them in her water dish many times.

    One night, I was watching television and stepped away. I returned to my seat and without a glance, grabbed my glass of iced tea and took a drink…of wet felt mouse. I blurted out "Ugggghhhhh!" and spit it back into the glass, then frantically tried to get the felt threads off my tongue.

    I looked over in the corner of the room to see Jasmine, sitting and watching. She was squinting her eyes (her way of saying I got you!), and she had a big Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

    Now, when she wants to drown a mouse and the toilet lid is down, she sneaks to my tea or coffee and leaves me the Jasmine version of a lemon wedge: a soggy felt mouse.

    Then she waits patiently to watch me be kitty-pranked again.

  • Alicia

    I have 2 cats Hemi(the brain) & Mia(pinky). We just got adopted an enlish bulldog 1yr ago and they were not fans.They have tried to get rid of her twice now.Hemi, I swear has aposable thumbs, he can open any cabinet or drawer. He opened the cabinet to the dog food while I was out buying child safety latches. Our bulldog has no self control when it comes to food and ate 4lbs of dog food. Had to go to emergency vet and have stomach pumped($350).She survived,so this past halloween we put the candy in a bowl in a cabinet, that the cat never opens.Well we were gone and that cat opened it and the dog ate 1 bag of bite sized candy bars, wrappers and all. Another trip to the vet to pump stomach. Needless to say, all cabinets are latched and now they nap on the same couch together."If you can't BEAT'em, Join'em!"

  • I was in the kitchen about to prepare some raw food for my cats, when I dropped a large chicken thigh on the floor. My two-pound foster kitten, Alice (who has since been adopted), grabbed the piece of chicken that was almost the same size as her body and took off running as fast as one possibly can while carrying something that large by one’s teeth. She was so proud of her catch that the other kitties wanted to know she had and flocked around her. She became a very fierce and growled while smacking the ground in front of her with her claws out so no one could comer near her piece of chicken. She was quite scary for a two-pound kitten that fit in the palm of my hand. To stop the commotion, I reached down and grabbed the piece of chicken to which a tiny growling kitten was still attached. She was ready to fight to the death for it, so I shut her in a bathroom so she could finish it in peace because there was no getting it back from her.

  • We moved into a house in the hills, along came with it couple of feral cats fighting not to mention a pregnant female. I followed some advice and participated in the TNR program here in Los Angeles for ferals. Most of the ferals were males. After their procedure they were released never to be seen again except one large male, hoped the others cats didn’t belong to the neighbors.

    Anyway 1 large male cat decided to stick around for his daily meals which went from table food to cat food, my 1 feral cat colony. Then came a long a sick stray, took him in, got him all well and fixed up including chipped, tried to find a home for him, no takers for a 7 month old. So since the stray, now indoor, was keeping the mice and bugs away, he earned his keep, somewhere we fell in love with him.

    One day as I was cleaning out the litter box for the indoor kitty and I returned upstairs to sit down and I noticed the feral cat was sitting at an open window. I see him jump in the house and rushed through the house very quickly but with caution and down the stairs. I thought where is he going and what is he going to doing? So I followed him quietly and curiously to see what he was up to. Keeping my distance I listened at the top of the steps wondering if he was eating the cat food laid out for the indoor cat; OH MY, IT'S WORSE!!! I hear him using the cat litter box. I hear him scraping/scratching to cover his duty. Then next thing you know he races up the stairs, runs pass like a runaway train and out the window he goes and sits in the yard like he didn’t do anything.

    Unbelievable, as much as I dislike cleaning the litter box I now have to clean the litter box for two kitties; I would love my indoor to go outdoors so I wouldn’t need to have a litter box. Months later he still comes in when the window is open to use the litter box on a regular basis. I had to get a bigger covered litter box by the way, as the feral is pretty large and his covering/digging technique throws litter everywhere outside the box, the bathroom walls included.

    He has only made one mistake in the house; thank goodness it was in the large potted plant which was discovered almost immediately I might add. I wonder if the bathroom door was closed.

    The feral is now part of the family; just don’t try to pick him up and he uses the litter box daily with the indoor kitty.

  • sybil mcguire

    When my sister and I were young, our parents took us on vacation to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Our seal point Siamese, who only ever really loved my mother, was along for the ride. It was a hot August day, with the Valiant rolling down the eastern seaboard headed for Nag's Head. Dad was driving with sis behind him. Sandy's litter box was below her feet, which barely dangled over the edge in their beat-up navy Keds.

    The windows were open, pre-air conditioning, and we were relatively quiet, given our years and tendency to squabble. Then Heather dropped her doll. And the whining – which my usually patient father abhorred – began. With one arm on the wheel he reached behind him with the other and felt around in the box for the soft doll – when he finally snagged her, he tossed her to my sister and tugged his arm out of the too small space between the door and his seat back. He reached up and wiped the sweat from his forehead and then gasped. My mother realized what had happened and started to laugh. She was laughing so hard it surprised both of us!

    “Knock it off Shirley and find me a tissue!”

    Dad had smeared cat poo on his forehead while driving down I-95 in August. And my mother was laughing too hard to see into the depths of her handbag for a now priceless used Kleenex. Did I mention Sandy only ever really loved Mom?

  • Nika

    Our cat Loki is a young cat, not even a year old. So far, we have kept him off the kitchen counter quite successfully. Sure he jumps on it form time to time, but not more than once or twice a month (that we see 😉 ), so we are usually pretty confident nothing will happen to the things left around the kitchen.
    One evening my partner made a pica for himself and left it on the counter to cool a bit, since it was quite hot, right from the oven. After a few minutes, when it should have been just about ready to eat, he went to the kitchen and I heard screaming, or should I say roaring (like a lion) the second he stepped trough the door. Loki (our cat) was standing ON the pica, his front paws immersed in the cheese, casually eating the ham from the top of the said pica. My partner surprised him of course, so he jumped to the floor but some cheese got stuck to his paws and it was like he was wearing these little cheese shoes. Since he knew he did something he shouldn't he escaped to the top of a closet, where it would take us a while to "get him" if we decided to. Once there he again started to casually eat the cheese he has "brought with him".

  • Walter

    Cat Travels!
    This story involves not only a funny cat tale, but cat litter as well.
    Some twenty years ago my cat Tosh and I found our selves on a relocation road trip from AR to NM. Not giving the litter box thing much thought. I just put him and his box in the back of the old S-10 Blazer. I figured he could just use it at his leisure. About half way into the trip I noticed he had not used the box at all. He just slept. No big deal, he must have a strong bladder. But that soon changed. Half way across Texas he started wandering around the truck. Into the box, out of the box, into the box, out of the box. As we approached the NM state line I realized I had to do something for my now frantic, panic stricken cat. Suddenly I see a rest area. “Perfect” I think to myself, what could be better, New Mexico has sand for miles, the litter box of the world. But NOOOOO! After finding what I thought would be the perfect spot, all he did was dig and cry dig and cry. Left with no option I had to find a way for him to use his box in somewhat familiar surroundings. Eureka, the Men’s room. With the litter box in one hand and him in the other we made the mad dash up to the facilities. Soon we were inside. Relief at last! Oh but it gets better, just as I was watching him gleefully relieving himself I hear A very perturbed, very Female voice say to me. “Excuse me sir, but I think you and your cat are in the wrong rest room. In my panic at 3:00 am, I failed to notice the sign on the door and the lack of urinals on the walls. She just watched with her hands on her hips as we apologetically slipped off into the weeee hours of the morning.

  • Laura

    Eureka, my seven-pound indoor-only cat has always considered herself a supreme hunter, despite never having actually hunt anything. She enjoys sitting in the enclosed porch and making strange noises when birds fly by. Several years ago, she got her big chance to show off her hunting skills when a bird got caught in the chimney. When the bird flew into the house and was fluttering about, rather than chasing him or trying to catch him, Eureka jumped into the chimney to hide. Imagine the scene: my mom chasing the bird thoughout the house while my cat hides in the chimney. Eventually, we got the bird out, and I had to give my very dirty cat a bath.

  • Susie said…

    My Himalayan has a funny sense of humor. I had a petite Pom who liked to stake out her territory by putting a kib or treat in the middle of the room and then sitting there "daring" anyone to get too close. My himmy watched her one day from the top of the couch, waited until she looked away, flew off the couch, grabbed the kib and kept on going. The Pom looked around, noticed her kib was gone and began frantically looking all over for what happened to her kib? I don't think she ever figured it out. I was laughing uncontrollably!

  • Quite a while ago we moved to a new home. The house was quite large and about 40 years old with a basement. Our cat Min Min, who was an indoor cat, appeared to be adjusting to the new house. One day Min Min disappeared. We couldn’t find her and we were worried. Did she get out of the house and not know how to get back? We searched for her but to no avail.
    The next day what comes walking into our kitchen during dinner? A scraggily looking Min Min who was covered in the darkest cobwebs and dust we have ever seen. She had discovered a very small crawl space in the basement. She came out with 40 years of dust, cobwebs, and grime attached to her.

  • Six month after the death of Miss Kitty, I was at the mall to buy some shoes. I noticed the Pet Store has some kittens out front. Naturally, I stopped to look at the kittens and saw a kitten that resembled Miss Kitty, who was tortoise shell cat. Long story short, I took her home. I never did get any shoes that weekend. She went nameless for a couple of days until she fell trying to go from the couch to the end table. My first reaction was to say, “Well, Grace”. And so her name became Grace. Grace owned her yard and all the neighborhood cats knew it. One day I was watching her sun herself on the porch and noticed that Romeo, the neighborhood tomcat, was walking through the yard. When Romeo saw Grace, he turned away from the house and walked down to the street sidewalk and proceeded the remaining 20 feet to his yard and walked up to his porch. Grace never moved. I laughed so hard because Romeo was a big yellow streetwise 15-pound cat and Grace was a tiny tortie of about 8 pounds.

  • Our cat Mia loves to greet guests to our apartment in her own way. She'll wait until the go to the bathroom, then push on the door, swinging it wide open to expose our guest in all of their glory. Needless to say, we now must warn guests that they must close and latch the bathroom door when nature calls.

  • Stacy

    I grew up with was a grouchy cat that frequently terrorized me by chasing me up the stairs of my home, latching her arms around my ankles, and digging her teeth into my legs. Many years later, another cat came to live with me. With a great sense of humor and a playful nature, he enjoys terrorizing me in a different way. Our favorite game involves my hiding behind an extended wall of our home that is only three feet high. I scratch my hand on the side of the wall and he jumps up at it. Once in awhile, I even pop my head up over the top of wall to really surprise him. During this game, on more than one occasion he has run off into another room and left me scratching pitifully at the wall, trying to coax him back. When I finally realize that he has finished playing and I start to walk away, he runs at me from the other room at full speed and narrowly misses me as he runs past. I think he enjoys the startle that it gives me. Occasionally, instead of just running past me, he runs at me and stands up on his hind legs like a bear, with his front legs stretched out. I scream, reminded of the cat that used to terrorize me as a child, but I am certain that he is laughing his tail off inside.

  • My life before Bob and Carol adopted me isn’t relevant except to say that life in the wild was an adventure with plenty of stimulation and many warm, tasty meals. In fact, I was a great hunter, if I must say so myself.
    Still, I was missing that thing called ‘TLC’ – you know, tender loving care (in other words, pampering) as well as a guarantee of ‘three hots and a cot’ every day. Because of this, Bob and Carol easily lured me into their house by offering me a turkey dog. The dog tasted great, and my mouth salivated for more; but I soon found out the dog was only a deception – a way to entice me into their house. How do I know? Well, for one thing, in almost three years I have never had another turkey dog.
    Instead, Carol gave me dry cat food – UGH! When I protested by not eating this junk, she switched to canned food. Can you imagine all the preservatives and entrails I ate? It is enough to make you toss up a hairball. You see, Carol is a vegetarian. Do you know what a cat’s definition of a vegetarian is: a lousy hunter. Anyway, she won’t even cook meat dishes for her husband. If Bob wants meat, he has to buy and prepare it himself. What did I get myself into? Before I decide to live with someone in my next life, I am asking for references.

  • David

    My Maine Coon Zoe is probably the most accurate Saturday morning alarm clock known to humankind. And Zoe is a sports cat as well. Each Saturday morning at 3:44am, Zoe jumps up on my bed and then softly meows her morning greetings.

    OK, no big deal I think – until I don't immediately get out of bed. Next, I feel her 9 pounds of fur walking northward to my chest and face with the determination of a feline on a mission. And that mission is to get me up for early morning TV watching. As Zoe approaches my face, I realize she's not slowing down, and too late I feel the determined headbut against my chin…well now I'm awake and realize there will be no more sleep for me until we watch the first EPL soccer game of the weekend. Once in the living room, Zoe continues to meow at the top of her lungs until the TV is on and Wayne Rooney is scoring another goal for Manchester United. Zoe jumps on my lap, faces the TV and quietly watches with me as I gently stroke her fur.

  • Anonymous

    I grew up with was a grouchy cat that frequently terrorized me by chasing me up the stairs of my home, latching her arms around my ankles, and digging her teeth into my legs. Many years later, another cat came to live with me. With a great sense of humor and a playful nature, he enjoys terrorizing me in a different way. Our favorite game involves my hiding behind an extended wall of our home that is only three feet high. I scratch my hand on the side of the wall and he jumps up at it. Once in awhile, I even pop my head up over the top of wall to really surprise him. During this game, on more than one occasion he has run off into another room and left me scratching pitifully at the wall, trying to coax him back. When I finally realize that he has finished playing and I start to walk away, he runs at me from the other room at full speed and narrowly misses me as he runs past. I think he enjoys the startle that it gives me. Occasionally, instead of just running past me, he runs at me and stands up on his hind legs like a bear, with his front legs stretched out. I scream, reminded of the cat that used to terrorize me as a child, but I am certain that he is laughing his tail off inside.

  • Stacy

    I grew up with was a grouchy cat that frequently terrorized me by chasing me up the stairs of my home, latching her arms around my ankles, and digging her teeth into my legs. Many years later, another cat came to live with me. With a great sense of humor and a playful nature, he enjoys terrorizing me in a different way. Our favorite game involves my hiding behind an extended wall of our home that is only three feet high. I scratch my hand on the side of the wall and he jumps up at it. Once in awhile, I even pop my head up over the top of wall to really surprise him. During this game, on more than one occasion he has run off into another room and left me scratching pitifully at the wall, trying to coax him back. When I finally realize that he has finished playing and I start to walk away, he runs at me from the other room at full speed and narrowly misses me as he runs past. I think he enjoys the startle that it gives me. Occasionally, instead of just running past me, he runs at me and stands up on his hind legs like a bear, with his front legs stretched out. I scream, reminded of the cat that used to terrorize me as a child, but I am certain that he is laughing his tail off inside.

  • Another Grace story. She was a well trained indoor/outdoor cat. One day I notice her sitting at the glass door wanting to come inside. I opened the door and let her inside and went about my business. About 5 minutes later, I heard her meowing at the door to go out. So I let her out. Then I realized she had come inside to use the litter box. She did this for quite some time until, I guess she finally realized the outdoors was a big litter box.

  • We have six cats: four came to us as strays; two were rescued. They range in age from 2-15 years. Our white cat, Francesca had surgery that required her to wear an Elizabethan cone collar. One day I came home to see Luciano, our blue-gray boy, wearing Francesca's cone collar backwards over his head. He looked very confused. I don't know how he removed it from her or how he got it on backwards, but we thought it was pretty funny. I think the other cats laughed at him too.

  • Janet Esparza

    Dundee, our 7-month-old orange tabby, is madly in love with his new best friend, Diego, our 5-month-old cow kitten, and is extremely protective of his new bro. When the time came for Diego’s kitten shots and microchipping, I told my husband I’d meet him and Diego at the vet.

    My husband showed up late and put the carrier on a chair—with TWO kitties inside. He told me that Dundee stood on top of the carrier hollering and refusing to budge. No one was taking HIS buddy anywhere without HIS okay! So my husband had to stick both of them in the carrier for the vet visit.

    While the doctor was examining Diego, I held Dundee in my arms so he could supervise the whole examination—to make sure everything was done correctly, and no harm came to his best friend. After the procedure, we put them back together in the carrier, so Dundee could give Diego a thorough “cat scan.”

  • Janet Esparza

    Thomas was my strapping, ten-year-old orange tabby cat—a genius among cats he was. Gracie was our new Weegie kitten, two pounds of fluff with a broken tail and very little upstairs. But she learned to play Fetch the Puff Ball with me, and would happily scamper after the tossed ball and bring it back to me for another throw.

    Thomas was observing this activity, and decided it was time for him to step in and show Gracie how a “real” cat plays with a puff ball. So he grabbed the ball from her, rolled over on his back, and proceeded to kill the puff ball in proper cat fashion. Then he got up, rolled the ball back to Gracie and waited, as if to say, “Okay, now you try it.” Gracie obediently picked up the puff ball in her dainty mouth, and brought it straight to me, so we could go right back to her favorite game.

    She had learned NOTHING! Thomas apparently decided she was hopeless, so he turned on his paws and stalked out of the room, flipping his orange tabby tail in disgust.

  • elle

    A few weeks ago, my five-month-old kitten, Coal, discovered a new toy. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and found that he had jumped onto the toilet, grabbed the toilet paper with his mouth, and unraveled the entire roll! Neither of my two other older kittens, Clea or Oreo, had done this before. I have since kept the toilet paper on the shelf out of reach, waiting for him to get over the novelty. But then the other morning, I was in the bathroom doing my hair and I heard rustling, so I knew Coal was in my closet. What I didn’t know was what he was actually doing. I finished my hair and walked out of the bathroom to see Coal running out of my bedroom with a roll of toilet paper in his mouth!!

  • vasha321

    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!

  • 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 , and carrying the box around until the ball “dies”. 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. For this very reason, this is an adult supervision only game.

  • 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.

  • Anonymous

    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

  • Lisa

    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.

  • Beverley

    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.

  • Beverley

    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.

  • Anonymous

    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.

  • Debra

    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…………

  • JOAN

    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.