For amusement, there was the cat who liked to eat roses and who would spent part of each morning lying on his back and looking at the world upside down (which seemed to captivate him, but then again, he was definitely a "bear of very little brain"). Another cat caused me to give up an around-the-house sweater, because every time I wore it she would suck on the buttons and knead me with her paws. o_O
The Whale had his whole rendezvous schedule with the mail carrier and the elderly lady next door, and an ungodly need to talk all the time (thanks to being half-Siamese). Also a love of flopping down on the dirt and writhing around in it while snorting like a pig. \o?
But just when I thought our current cat—the only one we've ever had who can open doors—could not get any weirder, she proved me wrong. That funny noise up above ^^ that I'd heard a couple of times in the last few days? That was her knocking paperbacks out of a bottom bookshelf so she could get inside it and nest.
What the hell? She only has, like, three cat beds in the house already!
