Okay, you know how you can own a perfectly good cat, but once a day he has to, oh, I don’t know, say suddenly meow to be let in, run in the door, sprint back and forth between the kitchen and the Butcher’s bedroom three times, finally, knock open the Butcher’s door, rush in, pull something down, make a huge noise that causes the Butcher to yell “Arghthgh!” and then the cat just stolls out of the room, nonchalantly sets himself down and licks his toes like nothing unusual has happened?
Are cats subject to intermittent bouts of demonic possession?
And is it wrong to laugh?
Filed under: The Cats
In my household we call that “psycho-kitty mode.”
Yes.
and
No.
At my house, this is called this 8 – 9 pm.
Our cat has a tail problem around 3:30 every day. She heads into the dance studio, notices that she’s being followed, and hijinks ensue for about three minutes. Then, having sorted out who is boss, she grooms emphatically and stalks away, daring anyone to laugh.
We have two cats who are, by all accounts, best buds. But out of nowhere, the black cat will decide that the brown cat is evil and must be destroyed. Death kicks, neck chomps, and surprise pouncing are delivered for the aforementioned 30 seconds. The next 30 seconds involve lots of tender, loving licks about the face and ears, gentle nuzzling, etc. Then the black cat stalks away like nothing happened. Huh?
“psycho-kitty mode.”
Does anybody else do the “quest que ces” part when narrating the evening’s Kitty Crazies? And possibly sing the “Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa” part?
… crickets …
Just us, then?
Huh.
And no, it’s not wrong to laugh at it. No more wrong than my sister’s regular re-introductions of her (late) cat to the tip of his own tail, which provoked some of the most fearsome shrieks and soured-tuna hissing ever beheld by humans.
His own tail, people. His OWN tail.
(P.S. — My cat’s psycho-kitty incidents are accompanied by yodeling YOWYOW YOWYOWYOW sounds and high-velocity farting. And then he sits down and looks at you like “What? That was the dog, man. Seriously. I was just sitting here.”)
My first cat used to:
Pick a wall.
Pick a spot in the house as far from that wall as possible, which always meant going to a different floor.
Start running.
Build up as much momentum as possible.
Hurl himself at the chosen wall.
See how far he could scramble up it before falling back to earth.
It was very entertaining.
LOL! Yes, what missbethd said! Milkshake does this around 8pm every night! :)
30 seconds? I wish I were so lucky.