Anyone else have a cat with a peculiar yet amusing behaviour?

[RubbishMantra]

MKitten always follows me into the bathroom, then does this upright, demented digging thing on the side of the bath. In a dog like fashion. Then puts his paws on the loo seat in order to inspect what's going to be flushed away

Might be a breed thing, because I've seen a lot of youtube clips of other Devons doing the same thing on vertical surfaces.

My moggy went through a patch of climbing up onto my wardrobe and then flinging herself off it onto me while I was in bed.
Now she just sits and stares.....

Jack rubbed his face along my used sanitary towel. Which was kind of gross yet strangely amusing.

He twirls his head in the manner of an owl, when he's going to sneeze. First time I thought he was having a seizure.

The staring's eerie isn't it. I wonder if they're trying to freak us out?

I started a thread about waking up to MCat staring at me. He also stares when we eat. I think it's to ensure we get enough victuals so we can carry on serving him.

MKitten just tries to steal the food.

Oh god Chock! That's hilarious! Watch out or he'll be pulling them out the bin.

We need to start posting some videos of our odd little cats on youtube! I want to see the owl-cat head twirling.

Little monsieur is gambolling around the house making " eerr nngaa nngaa" noises. He doesn't even know how to miaow.

What have we done to deserve it?

Fuck's sake

My kitten wakes me up by snogging my lips every morning. If that doesn't work he tries the nose, eyelids, ears. It's cute but incredibly annoying!

Yes, where did all the normal cats go Chock? Maybe ours were born on a full moon?

Sometimes I wake up to MKitten licking my back. If he can see DH's armpits, he's in there like swim-wear. Oh, but rough cat tongue on your lips Grey! Suppose you don't have to buy lip exfoliator anymore at least.

Her Mistyness likes to jump up on you, but only in the kitchen.

If you are int he kitchen you mat suddenly see a head approaching from waist height, which is OK if you have gone in for nothing but if you are in the middle of cooking she just slides down with a confused look on her face.

Sometimes, for variety, she will jump up your back then climb until she is perched on your shoulder. Then she can check you are chopping onions correctly.

My carer has a beard, it is apparently her job to groom it as an extension of her.

My half Bengal likes to take cotton buds out of the bathroom bin and mangles them. He comes running if he hears me open the packet!

He also believes one day he will catch the washing in the washing machine and likes to paddle in the sink.

Not the feline brain of Britain I fear

My moggy cat likes to sit on the side of the bath and dip his tail in the water. When he jumps down he flips his tail over his head so that the water drips on him. He then gets very affronted. But still does exact;y the same thing the next time!

He does have very thick fur and is completely unbothered by the rain so I think he might (possibly) not notice that his tail is underwater, but you'd think he'd be more careful.

Bengals seem to have a fascination with water don't they?

Another one I've just been reminded of is MKitten runs in the bedroom and hurls himself at the window. He sticks to it like a velcro wall, (using his claws, not his fur ) because it's got mesh in front of it, to stop him falling out when open. Then he just hangs there looking down at the passers by.

another half Bengal owner here.

she plays fetch, loves water, runs around on top of the kitchen cupboards and good lord, the miaowing.

at the moment her favourite place to sleep is under my chin. she is nearly 8.

Mine hump each other.
They are brothers.
Neither of them have bollocks.

Oh no!

Both my bollockless cats are humpers too!

Fortunately not each other though, just the shag-bag that they drag and rag around the house.

So glad I don't have a humper.

My eyes (and soul) couldn't take it.

I have a maine coon who plays fetch. She's lovely but she doesn't know she's massive, she used to hop up and sit round my shoulders when she was a baby and chew my hair. She gets mad at me because she doesn't fit anymore.

She comes, sits on the edge and chats to me when I'm in the bath, too. I get bopped on the head if I don't respond to her.

Mine tries to bury her food dish when she's finished eating. She digs like mad, scratching and scratching... at our tiled floor.

She likes to come up on our bed at night, and delicately step up to the pillow, taking care not to disturb me - and then belly-flops on my face.

She also is rather partial to licking my chin while I'm asleep.

It's the poor shag bag I feel sorry for. It must feel so used and violated. Then just left discarded and lonely.

MKitten likes a game of fetch too, sometimes I wake up to a bed full of toy squeaky mice. If I'm lucky, otherwise he wakes me up by dropping them on my head.

He does the bed thing the other way round. He stands on my face until I lift the duvet up to let him in.

Entitled little bastards aren't they?

Firstcat - a preternaturally bright animal but the only abject coward I've ever had - was .......quirky.

As long as my father talked to him, he would wash....and wash.....and wash......... My father kept up the 'Good Boy's for 20 minutes once as a test. He gave up before Firstcat did.

He would do that Siamese juddery 'Mung...ung...ung...ung' thing every time my Dad sneezed - and I mean every time. (My father had dodgy sinuses so sneezed a lot.)

He liked to be let out at night. (This was before I kept my cats inside from dusk to dawn and also before catflaps were commonplace.) If people were asleep, he would work out ways to rouse them. He got my father up once by walking up and down the keys of the open piano - upon which Dad rushed downstairs thinking of burglars and brandishing fearsome implements.

He would wake me by knocking things off my bedside table one by one, forcing me to get up and let him out before he reached anything breakable. I don't think I had a solid night's sleep in years.

I could go on and on. As I said........quirky.

Blacknosugar - my cat does that too! He will also rush over and try to bury a cup of tea if you leave it on the floor. He has taught the kitten to do the same. We used to have his bowls on a mat, but when he had finished, he used to pull the mat out carefully and place it on top of his bowls, unfortunately often knocking over his water in the process.

The kitten (who is no longer a kitten) "suckles" gormless cat, making pudding, and he makes grunty noises of ecstasy. I can't actually bring myself to look at what she's sucking...

The kitten pees on the sofa at night. Not during the day, when she uses her trays, only at night. (Vet is being consulted yet again.)

I'm imagining a sort of inept cat magician MrsSchadenfreude.

You know when they pull the table cloth out really fast, yet leaving all the dining stuff beautifully in place?

I have another sanitary towel/tampon lover here. Luckily not the used variety. But leave a box or packet lying around, and he's in there, wrestling them and depositing them around the house. That's when he's not over the road, rummaging through the park bin, finding me a nice bit of litter as a pressie....bless!!

Ah, MKitten brings in giant pieces of soily moss that are washed off the roof after rain.

Like giving his Mum flowers I suppose.

He's also fond of picking anything up out the bathroom, loo paper, shower gel, and chucking it down the stairs.

Doesn't amuse me though.

Archcat doesn't go out and about all that much this time of year, but he does pop out 5 or 6 times a day for 15 minutes a time. I work in a home office, and every time I hear the flap open downstairs he bounds up the stairs, marches right into my office and gives me a rundown on everything he's seen and done. He gets most testy if I happen to be be working hard on something and don't give our chat enough attention.

It goes something like this:

AC: mraw brrrrrrr
ME: Oh, you were out, what was the weather like?'
AC: brrrr brrrrr
ME: Oh, I'm glad, it was really cold yesterday, wasn't it?
AC: mawwwwwrrrrrr
ME: So what did you see this time?
AC: brr mrrrrrrw
ME: Fluffy black cat again, he's a real devil, isn't he.
AC: waaaaah
ME: I'm glad you were sensible and didn't scrap with him.
AC: brrrrrrrrrwwww
ME: I know, it's your time to be patrolling this part of the street, not his. Oh, you're off again. What do you fancy doing now?
AC: waaawwwww brr brrr
ME: No way you're getting any more Dreamies, you're up to your daily limit.

It really gives meaning to my day, somehow.

Ah yes, I kind of miss the running commentary from a cat.

Jack sort of squeaks a bit, in quite a girly, embarrassing way.