I have 2 cats that love to play chase every morning from about 7:00AM untill about 7:30AM. That is long enough for me to wake up really ill every morning. They will not do it durning the day or even late at night. And the only place the want to do it is in my bedroom. As soon as I get up they stop playing and then they try to take a nap. This is the craziest thing I have ever seen.
I have just recently gotten a new cat. His name is Gizmo. The day I got him it was really crazy at my house. I already had one cat whos name is Pounce. He has been the only pet in the house for almost two years. So he was not happy at all to see this stranger in his house. So all that night all I could hear was this hissing from Pounce but at least no blows where thrown. But in the same night that is how the second cat got named. I dont know if you all would remember the movie Gremlins or not but he sounds just like one. So in between the hissing that is what I heard.
My name is Jenn and I have a fourteen-year-old cat named Mittens, Mitts for short. Since the day I adopted her, Mittens has loved music. So much so, that a funny story comes to mind. While doing my homework one day, I began to sing “When the Saints Come Marching In”. Suddenly, Mitts hopped up on my desk and began to purr and kiss my forehead. To this day (14 years later!), Mitts is fond of music. I could be clear on the other side of the house, but once Mitts here’s me singing, she appears out of nowhere to shower me with kisses as if it’s the first time she’s ever heard me sing. Granted, Mitts is getting slower in her old age, but she still does it. I have come to realize that either she really loves my singing or, she feels badly for me!!
My cat Posy, a tortoiseshell tabby, lives with my family in a house in London, England. Like most cats Posy is never pleased to see another cat on her territory - or anywhere, for that matter. Whenever she encounters a fellow feline, her hair stands on end, and she begins to hiss. In extreme cases, she sets up a yowling that alerts the whole neighborhood. Though she may be a proud defender of her turf, there is a reason why my dad has always referred to her as “a cat of very little brain.” One day my mum came home with a purchase she was delighted with – a large tea cozy in the shape of a cat, with all the cat features, from ears to tail, drawn in. Naturally, when teatime rolled around the next afternoon, out came the new tea cozy to keep the pot warm. It received a lot of admiration from the rest of the family because it had the look and poise of a real cat. This cat looked almost regal sitting there, guarding the pot, with a half-smile on his cloth face. Suddenly, a slight sound emerged over the clink of teaspoons on china – a slow, steady hiss. I turned around to see Posy behind me in the kitchen doorway, hair standing on end, ears laid back, staring straight at the tea cozy. The tea cozy stared back. Posy edged nearer with suspicion, as her eyes narrowed, while she emitted more hissing sounds as she sized up her rival – a rival who’d not only managed to get INTO her house but was now ON her table. And here was the family doing nothing about it. Needless to say, we had almost fallen off our chairs laughing by this time – we couldn’t believe she actually thought the tea cozy was a real cat! Luckily, Posy stopped short of pouncing on the inert intruder. Eventually we took pity on her, lifted the cozy off the pot and finally convinced her that, the presence of this particular cat on her home turf was no good reason to cause fur to fly.