Weird Pet Stories

[JadedLegend3]

fermicat started it, honest! She posted her story of the cat setting it's tail on fire!

So, here's place for everyone to laugh over our odd, furry (or scaley, or slithery, as the case may be) companions.

The story that first comes to my mind is the one of my dear Jesse James (of the feline persuasion) and his brother Frank (also of the feline persuasion), being attacked by a brown paper bag. :eek4:

It was about Christmas time three years ago, and the world was a happy place. My Christmas shopping had been done, and I was relaxing in a bubble bath surrounded by candles. My bathroom connects to my bedroom, and so I left the door open between the two.

As we are all aware, felines love paper bags. So, I had left a paper bag laying on my bedroom floor. It was one of those ones with the handle on it, from American Eagle.

Frank was sitting on top of the toilet (don't ask me why), and Jesse was in my bedroom. Suddenly, Frank and I begin to hear this horrible noise, like a paper bag with a cat stuck in it. Sure enough, much to our suspicions, a grey tabby cat came rushing into the bathroom, in an effort to flee the vicious paper bag that was trapped around his neck and front leg (not choking him). As he flopped around on the floor of the bathroom, all furpuffed and concerned, most of the bag ripped off, and he was able to escape back into my bedroom.

I figured I had better go save my furry son from the rest of the bag, but as I was arising from the bathtub, Frank, in an effort to save himself from the same fate his brother had recently suffered, leapt into the bathtub.

The boys were only about 6 months old at the time, so still rather small. Frank went completely under water...all I could see was a bump covered in bubbles. I quick, pulled Frank out of the water, wrapped him in a towel (where he remained frozen in terror for the next half hour, no exxageration), and went to free Jesse from the bag. Jesse of course, by now, had not a care in the world, as the noisy bag was no longer attatched to him.

Ah, the joys of pets.

So who's next?



Jacqui :love:

[NYPinTA]

I don't know if they still have them, but anyone remember those styrofoam containers with the plastic around the top that was made to keep your beer cold (or soda) ? Well, yeah, my cat got it stuck on his head the first day we had him.

Ohhh and when me and my sister were kids, we had this dog named Scruffy that whenever my sister would sit down he would run up her and bite her in the ear. I loved that dog. :rollin:

[Kyrsten]

My budgie, Polo, used to have this mirror that he would follow EVERYWHERE. Don't ask me why, but I decided to put the mirror in my sister's little open top Barbie car. Sure enough, he followed it- and spent the next half an hour being pushed around in it! :D

Ahh, I miss him :(

[JadedLegend3]

Oh, there also the latest love of Jesse's life...another bag. You know those bed-in-a-bag things? Well, I got one that just had the sheet, the matress cover and the pillow case, not the comforter, and it came inside a cloth bag, made of the same material as the sheets. It has a drawstring so you can stuff the sheets in it and tote them around...I guess.

Anyways, Jesse loves this bag. He wears it on his head and parades around the house in it. He pounces on things and chases things and goes everywhere, with this bag on his head every opportunity he gets. And it's tie-dyed! LOL

I gotta take a pic of him and post it...it's hilarious.

I should also scan the pic of him with his head inside my fencing helmet...that was a great one.



Jacqui :love:

[fermicat]

When my big fuzzy cat Einstein was just a little furball kitten, I was living in a third floor apartment that had a balcony. I also had his sister Zima (also a youngster), plus my two full grown adult cats, Fermi and Dixie. Fermi was pretty friendly and took to having the kittens around OK. But Dixie was completely unhappy with the situation and made no secret of it.

On a warm early summer day, I noticed that Einstein had disappeared. Looked all over my tiny apartment and couldn't find him. Called his name, looked under furniture, looked out on the balcony, opened all the closets, but no Stein. Left the sliding door open, and later could hear the faintest meow-sound. Sounded like it was on the balcony, but couldn't find the cat. Until I looked down. He was on the ground meowing his eema off. I went down and got him (along with some rather stern looks from my neighbors, who obviously didn't think much of my cat parenting skills). I can't believe he would have jumped or fallen. Nope, I am convinced that Little Miss Dixie pushed him off.

He stayed very far from the balcony after that. When I moved into a house with a huge yard and back patio, if he went out at all, he wouldn't step off the cement patio square. For about six months. He was a real wuss. Traumatized. Then for some reason he got over it very suddenly and became Mr. Outdoorsy cat. He still spends most of his time outside. Weird.

[Harveylives]

I never was a big cat fan, until we took in a little grey kitten. My brother and my uncle went to kentucky to visit some relatives. They had a cat that had just given birth to kittens. It was cold outside and the kittens would hang around my uncles vehicle, because of the warm engine. A few days later they left and headed back towards Pennsylvania. The stopped at a rest stop on the PA/DE border, and they heard this weird noise from under the car. They looked under and found a kitten securely grasped onto a metal beam. My brother brought it home and we kept it. It has been one of the best pets I ever had. It's name is Michelin.

[tedbragg1]

WE have this dog on our street who mumbles instead of barks. Normally, his type is a little yapper, but for some strange reason, he mumbles.

It's like he's cursing under his breath or something.

Worked in an office once with a cat who'd plop himself atop my keyboard and DEMAND I stroke him. I'd get rid of him by streaming cat mating-season yowling MP3s to the other workstation in the front room.

[Mrelia]

My aunt used to have a dog that would change the pitch of it's bark when it would get yelled at during his nightly concerts. She figures he was trying to sound smaller and further away to fool his people into thinking it was a different dog.

[UTChick]

We had a Jack Russell Terrier - Needles who was always getting into something. Anyway, one day I had found a mouse in our kitchen closet. I didn't want to catch it myself, & Jacks are great hunters - so I thought I'd let him catch it & then I'd release it out in the woods. That was my plan.

Well, dog came in - I opened the closet door - mouse moved - dog leapt at mouse & mouse disappeared. I opened dog's jaws to remove said mouse - gone. No head shaking or neck breaking - this mouse was swallowed whole - in one shot!!!

Huummmm - what do I do now? I called our breeder - who replied "It all depends on if you have company. Guaranteed, that if company is there - mouse will be barfed up directly in their presence. No company - no mouse".

That was the only night in Needles' life, that he spend outside. I was not going to clean up dead mouse!

[Scarran Raptor]

I have a cat named Tripper (named for his penchant for rubbing himself against people's legs while they walk) and shortly after Hurricane Andrew, this dalmatian chased the cat across our no-longer fenced yard, then we heard barking and saw the same dog running the other way, Tripper in hot pursuit, we've had the yard fenced a month or so after that and he's calmed down in the years but gotten more vocal in his old age, especially concerning when he wants his favorite place to sit: my lap, he starts meowing and rubbing up, eventually following me to my computer chair where he proceeds to leap up and start kneading

[tribsaint]

I have a Jack Russel Terrier named Bo (short for Bojest and I'm not too sure why). For some reason, Bo learned how to "shake" rather oddly. Instead of sitting and offering you a front paw, like most normal dogs, Bo gets up, turns around, and shoves his butt in your face. He then looks over his shoulder and smiles.

The mouse story reminds me of Bo's current career. He's the neighborhood moler. When moles start wrecking people's yards in the summer, they ask my dog to get them out. This past summer he didn't catch more than 16, but the summer before he caught well over 30 and is VERY proud of each one.

And, hm...we used to raise canaries and named the adults after Seinfeld characters (Jerry, George, Elaine, etc). Well, the last one we had, aptly named Kramer, was the oddest. We came home one day to find that Kramer was not in his bird cage. We also noticed that the fake flower that was sitting on the kitchen table was missing all of the fake grass. We found little Kramer hopping around the living room, having eaten the fake grass as well as half the household plants in the room (non-poisonous).

I loved that bird. My dad ended up killing him with his singing (no joke-my dad started to belt out a tune and the bird had a heart attack and died).

[Nicola]

Originally posted by tribsaint
I have a Jack Russel Terrier named Bo (short for Bojest and I'm not too sure why).

Could it be he was named after the book "Beau Geste"?

Entertaining book.

"A column of Legionaires finds one of their fortresses manned by dead men. It looks like one of his own troops killed the sergeant. Who could have done it?

A flashback then unravels the mystery of the three English Geste brothers. After confessing to jewel theft they enlist in the French Foreign Legion. Sent to North Africa, the brothers encounter a tyrannical sergeant and the tale unfolds. "

"One of the great classics of romantic, mysterious adventure fiction."

(of course, I am dating myself here..... sigh.)

[tribsaint]

No...my dad named the dog Bo because of Bo Schembechler, the U of M footbal coach at the time. I don't think he has the patience to read that book. LOL :rollin:

[mgraylorn]

My cat PetMe likes to hop in the bathtub after I shower in the morning. He chases the faucet drips and will sit down Sphinx like in the tub and lick up the water around him. After awhile of this, he gets bored and hops out of the tub. Aterward he leaves wet pawprints around, and wet spots on the kitchen floor, family room carpet, the SO's lap... wherever he sits down.

This morning for the first time, he used his litter box AFTER sitting in the wet bathtub. He now has clumping litter stuck all over his back feet (the full foot, not just the toe part cats walk on), his front paws and no doubt his stomach towards the business end. I didn't realize this until I saw him walking around, shaking his feet.

I was already late for work, so could do nothing about it. The SO is home today, so he gets to deal with it when he gets up. There will be litter all over the house this evening. I guess this figures, since I vacuumed the house yesterday.

[Milaya]

My cat Sissi loves to roll over in the cat litter box.Sometimes, like today, before I cleaned it.She also like to come to the sauna.
My bunny Malfoy built a nest.Very usual for some females, but Malfoy is a male