"Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment." Harlan Ellison
does playing in the toilet count as talent? o.O In fact he enjoys it so much, that if i forget to put the lid down, he shares the toilet with some of his favorite toys.... I can't tell you the number of toy mice i've thrown away. lol.
The other one has a bathroom fetish...and always has to be in the bathroom when someone goes in there. About a year back I walked in on him using to toilet. He only does it a few times a year...but still..thats less in the litterbox.
"Look what I'm offering you-- your dreams I ask for so little. Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. Just fear me, Love me, Do as I say, and I will be your slave"
My cats only talent is being able to ruin no wait destroy my rug that I so very dearly loved and still be living, lol (jk... kinda)!! Forgiveness comes so easily when it involves him... it amazes me.
Oh, he is my bug catcher... not killer, he only finds them for me and makes me kill them. Better than nothing I guess, lol.
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Baakay wrote:
.... ok, never mind. But you can guess where one of mine spends way too much of her free time
Let me guess.....
I got it
She's busy attempting to make the rest of the upstairs carpet match the the cat vomit beige color scheme
"Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment." Harlan Ellison
Aww...that video was too cute! As for talent, my Salem enjoys opening sliding pocket doors when I'm home alone to scare the heck out of me. He also knows how terrified I am over spiders, so all I have to do is squeal and he comes running to kill it for me. lol
Baakay wrote:
.... ok, never mind. But you can guess where one of mine spends way too much of her free time
Let me guess.....
I got it
She's busy attempting to make the rest of the upstairs carpet match the the cat vomit beige color scheme
Hee... oh they both do that, the little poops.
I was really kind of impressed by the sitting up and pressing the keys with both paws... which is different than the kind of piano playing our Brandy cat used to do (the usual walk down the keyboard). Too bad we can't get either of these old-timers to play. It would be the most use the piano has seen in several years!
My cat once killed (and ate) a squirrel. That took real talent, as he's declawed in his front paws and those suckers are super-mean. They don't call them tree rats for nothing.
His paddy-paws were pretty badly nipped and cut, and he limped for a few days, but I put Bag Balm on them and they healed up. I said he could eat all of it but the brains, which I understand can transmit Mad Squirrel Disease. (Not a joke ... they blame an outbreak of CJD in Kentucky to hunters eating this part, which some people think is the only edible part of the animal.
See Joseph R Berger, et al, "Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease and eating squirrel brains," 'Lancet 350, Number 9078 - Saturday 30 August 1997.
Ollie-Wollie wasn't affected but mostly sticks to meadow voles for fast food nowadays.
Mine plays fetch too!! I thought I had a cat that had a dog for a father, so it makes me feel better knowing other cats play fetch too. Yipee. Mine doesn't like being shut out of anywhere. She opens up doors all on her own.
That kitty playing the piano was so cute...i tired to get mine to play the guitar but she didn't like it. Oh well.
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"Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment." Harlan Ellison