Darn Humorous Cat Tales

Darn Humorous Cat Tales

Climbing Cat
Every time I am confronted with somebody who cannot understand my love for my cats, I remind them of the analysis that reveals pets are good for your well being. With this in thoughts, I believed it could be fun to share enjoyable stories about cats for those of you who can't have, or don't need, pets of your personal. Hopefully, these tales will make you smile or snicker, and convey you a few of the stress-free well being advantages having a pet can provide. Some of these tales would possibly make you remember why you don't have a pet, but the people this stuff occurred to now laugh once they look back.
For these of you with pets, particularly cats, I'm sure you will take pleasure in these too.
Sleepy Cat
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Tiger & Spot
These two cats lived their whole lives in California the place they spent their days basking within the sunlight. Tiger was, humorous enough, a tiger-striped cat, however Spot had the fluffiest black and white fur. Spot received his identify for the enormous white spot on his nose. Spot and Tiger had been my grandpa's cats; and, sarcastically, bear resemblances to my two cats. Anyway, my grandpa is a packrat—that man retains all the things, from snake skins to outdated railroad pins to matchboxes. Considered one of his favorite things to gather are beer mats. In fact, I remember finding stacks of all of them over his lounge (his girlfriend no longer lets him collect all of these items). Grandpa enjoyed enjoying the beer mat sport with the cats. Honestly, I think he loved individuals's reactions when they realized of his recreation.
Basically, the cats settle comfortably on the floor, as cats do. Then everybody gathers around the cats, and toss beer mats onto their bodies. The mats are pretty light, so it is like tossing paper onto them. The purpose is to see how many beer mats you can get onto the cat before they transfer and knock them off. Spot was the very best cat to play with as a result of he would allow you to get through three stacks with out even shifting. Tiger tended to last through one stack, then head exterior. Not Spot, though. After he moved (usually flicking a couple of mats off together with his tail), he would let you begin the sport over again. You would actually sit and play the beer mat recreation with Spot for hours. I feel Spot spent most of his time with a sack filled with catnip, so every thing was cool with him.
Tiger wasn't as laid back as Spot. Tiger positive could be a lover, however he was a bit crotchety. He all the time wanted all the things to go his way. He especially didn't prefer it when Grandpa went out of city, although a perfectly nice buddy came over to deal with the cats. Once, when Grandpa went on an especially lengthy journey, Tiger actually acquired irritated with the state of affairs. To show everyone what he thought of it, he took a dump in the midst of Grandpa's mattress. The pal noticed this, so he washed the sheets and blankets, leaving them folded into a nice pile.
When Grandpa acquired dwelling from his trip, he found the neat pile on his mattress. On prime of the pile was one other poopy gift. That was one sensible cat.
Frisky Felix
My aunt and uncle have three sons, two older cats (one of whom is at all times catnapped by the crazy neighbor and the other only has one eye), and a dozen chickens. So I thought they had been crazy once they added a kitten to their household. It seems that Felix fits completely into their household—he's insane. He is an lovely kitten with the sweetest white paws, he loves to be held and cuddled, and he will be found curled into any crack and cranny of their house. Like most kittens, he is fearless and curious about all the things, however he doesn't have any widespread sense.
We were gathered for dinner at my aunt's home one night when my grandparents had been in town. Nonetheless a tiny kitten, Felix wasn't but allowed to go open air alone, but that did not cease him from trying. The little bugger finally succeeded, vaulting out of the house as though he'd planned it for weeks, and straight up the tallest tree within the yard. Felix did not stop on one of the low branches, oh no, he had to climb as excessive as he might go. The truth is, he climbed until the branches grew to skinny to support his tiny weight.
This can be a tall tree rooted in a steep hill. Half of the tree hangs over into some bushes, making a decently mushy break if Felix have been to fall. The opposite half stretched ominously out previous a stone wall to the sidewalk—principally, we needed to pray that if Felix fell, it wouldn't be on onerous cement side. So there we have been, in the midst of a dark, winter evening, huddled out below a tree, making an attempt to coax Felix down. The little satan had climbed so excessive that he could not come back down. After awhile, we needed to go inside, leaving the poor child up within the tree. We might hear his sad meows all the way in which in the lounge.
The following day, I called to see if Felix had come down, only to hear he nonetheless sat up in the tree, yowling. Neighbors and passersby kept coming to the door to supply rescue concepts, but nothing appeared to work. My aunt did the following logical thing: she called the fire department. Sadly, the hearth division had far too many different vital things to do (like put out fires and save individuals's lives) to return rescue a kitten out of the tree.
On the third evening, I ended by their house, satisfied Felix would have come down already. But no, he was nonetheless high up the tree, crying out for assist as pitifully as ever. We have been afraid he would cross out from hunger and fall. My grandparents insisted they would reschedule their flight home if Felix did not come down earlier than they left—they could not depart with all of this excitement occurring. We tried the whole lot we could to coax the cat down, however he would not budge.
Lastly, the following morning, they heard a triumphant meow, then a scratching on the backdoor. There stood a thin Felix, exhausted and shivering. He ate a complete bowl of meals before collapsing on a rug in entrance of the fireside. My grandparents were in a position to make their authentic flight. But, Felix still loves climbing timber.
Rub my belly, please.
Yup, I climbed up right here!
The Daredevil and the Lounger
My very own cats are named Benny and Freya, and they are little rascals in their very own ways. Freya is our candy, plump lady. She is a cuddler, but very opinionated—all the time talking her thoughts, letting us know when she wants something, which occurs to be always. A cat of leisure, Freya spends her days discovering new methods to show us her belly, inviting us to offer it a rub. She's mastered the artwork of getting someone, or one thing, to pet her: our fingers, legs, sneakers, backpack, wall, chair, or the rest she will be able to rub towards.
Freya loves to cover, thinking no one can see her, whether or not it's in a box, beneath a rug, or beneath the coffee desk. She's humorous in a candy, loving manner, but you would have to know her to really recognize her humor. Now, Benny, however…
Benny is about two weeks youthful than Freya, and though they're now 1½ years outdated, he remains the precocious kitten. He loves to jump and climb onto every part, from the refrigerator to the windowsill to the top of doorways. He's an acrobat who can stability himself on the narrowest of ledges. There's nowhere in our dwelling that he hasn't explored or sniffed, from the tops of bookcases to the cabinet below the lavatory sink.
As long as he stays off of the kitchen counter and eating room desk, we pretty much let Benny climb and jump anyplace his coronary heart desires. He is proficient sufficient to not knock stuff over or scratch something throughout his adventures. One night, although, he went too far. I was in the shower, washing my hair, when I heard Benny screech. He must have made the sound as he leaped. All of the sudden, I noticed a flurry of dark fur and claws, above me, making an attempt to stability on the bathe curtain rod. There I stood in my birthday suit, all soaped up, with a freaked out cat about to fall into the shower. I screamed for my husband to assist, reaching my arms up to help Benny stability himself. But I was wet, so he tried to shrink away from me, making the whole state of affairs worse. It actually only lasted a matter of seconds, however time slowed down as I imagined him falling towards me, claws frantically reaching out to latch onto something as an anchor, but finding solely me. Luckily, my husband recognized the frenzied name in my voice, and came in to save lots of the day. From that day on, Benny meows like loopy every time any of us are in the shower.
Fortunately, if he gets into too much trouble, Freya just bites him within the butt, and he shapes up.
Please share your funny cat tales within the comment box under. Ah, pets...you'll be able to't dwell with 'em, however you possibly can't dwell without 'em.
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Stacie,
Nice hub. And..... good keyword research. I see you used 'funny cat' in your title. That is the best one to go for because it gets plenty of searches. I feel I'll run it via the evaluation course of i shared in my search engine marketing hub and see if it is simple to rank for within the serps.
Cute cats!!
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Thanks, I believe they are cute too. Good to know about the keywords-I didn't do any analysis, so it was just a good choice.
stephhicks68 8 years in the past from Bend, Oregon
Hilarious stories! This is a tremendous hub. Thanks for making me giggle. The images are precious too. :-)
Stacie Naczelnik 8 years in the past from Seattle
Author
I am glad you got a laugh! Cats are so funny.
Peter M. Lopez eight years in the past from Sweetwater, TX
Very funny, and so true. How do you keep your cat off the kitchen counter and eating table? We've not discovered how to do this but.
Stacie Naczelnik 8 years ago from Seattle
Author
It involved making loud noises each time he did it. He nonetheless tries it as soon as in awhile, but all I have to say is, "Benny!" in a threatening tone, and he jumps proper down. He totally is aware of higher, however likes to test his limits.
Anita Burke 8 years ago
Funny hub! My cat, Frisco, really performs fetch. He would play all day if I had the vitality for it.
Stacie Naczelnik 8 years in the past from Seattle
Creator
Anita, my Benny performs fetch with a straw. It is so funny.
KirkMan eight years ago from California
Very Humorous hub, cats can do the craziest things!
Rey Marz 8 years ago
I used have a really smart cat named Kitty who might open doors whenever she happy, bed room doorways, lavatory doors (yikes!). She had a daughter named Godevil (named after car in a Stephen King quick story), and they used to like going on walks with my canine Subway and I. People would cease in their cars just to watch these two cats trotting along behind us!
ajcor eight years in the past from NSW. Australia
we used to have a extremely pretty cat known as Gus - a chocolate Burman who really thought he was a dog - the truth is we had two canine on the time and every morning all three of them would line up in a row for their vegemite toast. What was humorous was that as they sat in front of us the dogs would catch their toast pieces simply in their mouths; whereas poor outdated Gus used to try and do the same thing but along with his paws - normally missing and having then get if from the ground. Invariably Gus would look quite bewildered as to why he could not do what the dogs did so simply!
Sharron 8 years in the past
I am a cat lover, have five of them myself!!! ;) Nice story.
saothienbinh_meomeo eight years ago
moonlake 7 years ago from America
Love cats we're searching for a long haired male kitten right now funny how certain times of the yr you may't discover a kitten. SPRING perhaps. Our cat died two days after Christmas we miss him so much.
Loved studying about your cats.
wordnerd 7 years in the past
i love cats!!! i like ur web site too. cats r so funny
KT pdx 7 years in the past from Vancouver, WA, USA
I might go on and on with cat tales and fill this complete comment part! Verify my profile web page for the hyperlinks to my cat weblog and my Catster pages. There's plenty of humorous reading there, in regards to the cats who let me dwell with them: 1 tuxedo, 1 longhaired black cat, 2 tabbies, 1 virtually-fully white cat, and the ferals who frequent our again porch.
I'll share one story with you, although. Carbon, our all-black longhaired man, is our evil genius. Once we got him as a 5-week-previous kitten, he and Tabby (four weeks previous at the time) ruled the house instantly. They climbed into the dresser from the back of it, explored every part, and attacked shoes and something that moved. Well, after just a few days, Scott could not work out why he didn't have any bottlecaps on the kitchen counter anymore. He was collecting them for the free pop rewards, however they stored disappearing. Did they simply fall? Nope. Could they be discovered on the floor? Nope. He watched them carefully, and sooner or later noticed little Carbon leap all the way up to the counter, seize a bottlecap in his enamel, and dash under the sofa to play with it.
Carbon additionally likes to chew on straws, realized to jam up the automatic litter box in 10 minutes (see my hub about that), and may open turning door handles.
David Fallon 7 years in the past from Pomona, CA
nice hub :) I hope you'll try Paco the service cat's stories in my hubs ;)
arnold 6 years in the past
wallabie 6 years in the past
great web site... there is no such thing as a dearth of comedy with cats around... properly, there's amadeus and artemis who have determined to undertake me...where we dont see eye to eye is on the use of mobile phones....amadeus is fanatically keen on my telephone chargers... any charger mendacity round him gets chewed up.... and what nonetheless is a thriller is..he solely goes after chargers which are in workable situation....whether it is one thing he has already chewed up and demolished as soon as..he will not contact it a second time... cat thriller
peter 6 years ago
"Escorting a Cat”
By Peter Wood
I seemed down at her and he or she seemed up at me. Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked.
"Meow."
It was a cute, furry face - black, white and yellow - and her tail was switching back and forth.
Simply don't run away, okay?” I stated.
I opened the front door and she or he slid out, brushing in opposition to my leg. I set the timer on my wristwatch and I followed her. I hoped for a pleasant thirty minute walk.
She stepped off the porch, hopped down the rock ledge, trotted along the side of our house and ran throughout the backyard. Then she ran up the hill towards the cypress bush and crept inside. She sat on a tender bed of leaves and calmly peeked out through the branches into the nearby woods.
When I was youthful, I by no means would have had the persistence to walk a cat, or await it to emerge from below a bush. But now I benefit from the solitude it brings. I get pleasure from being alone with my cat.
My wife needs to maintain our cat protected inside the house, with smooth pillows and plush carpeting. However I feel that is cruel. I say, a cat ought to be a cat. A cat should sniff, discover and expertise the world.
My wife insists I walk our cat on a leash. However me strolling a cat on a leash shouldn't be going to occur.
Our compromise is that this: I escort the cat. Wherever the cat goes, I am going. So, primarily, the cat walks me.
I've been escorting Kiwi every day after work and, not too long ago, have realized I'm bonding extra with my cat than with my spouse. I am studying so much about this lovely little creature. She loves climbing high into timber, eating insects, and sniffing deer poop in the grass. This summer time she was stung on her pink nostril by an angry yellow jacket while sniffing a poisonous mushroom. If my spouse knew any of this, she'd have a coronary.
Actually, I get pleasure from getting out of the home to walk the cat. I take pleasure in watching Kiwi crouch down and wiggle her little butt before she assaults a tree. I take pleasure in watching her tentatively paw green grass, spiders and comfortable moss. I laugh at her broad-eyed, befuddled expression when she contemplates the acrobatic squirrels leaping from tree to tree, or the birds pirouetting within the blue sky.
Someone once stated, A dog is prose; a cat is a poem.” I agree. Our cat is a poem with fur. My spouse and I picked her out of a cage from the animal shelter about a yr ago.
It's peaceful walking my cat. A cat does not argue with me or yell. It simply goes about its own business. I merely comply with. There is no friction or difference of opinion with my cat.
Generally I step out of myself and watch myself watching Kiwi. My neighbors should think me eccentric—an odd center-aged man, always alone, sporting a purple hat, smiling at something in a bush or a tree.
Watching my cat, I've discovered she's a sleek and agile hunter who thinks falling leaves are animals. She enjoys rubbing in opposition to thorny pricker bushes. I've also observed she's becoming more assured and, with a rolling gait, is venturing deeper into the woods behind our home.
As a younger man, I didn't observe things much, or appreciate easy pleasures, like walking a cat. But I do now. Consequently, I'm happier. I am content material being alone with my thoughts and my humorous pet. Generally I bring along the phrase jumble from the local newspaper, or an unread section from the Sunday news. I sit on a tree stump, or lean in opposition to a tree and periodically lookup, not desirous to miss anything particular, like Kiwi pawing at a worm or chasing a chipmunk.
Our young daughter adores our cat, too. Since she is our only youngster, my wife and I figured a cat could be a superb companion—like the little sister she by no means had.
After college, our daughter enjoys placing Kiwi in grocery luggage, enjoying fetch along with her, or dressing her up in dainty outfits. A cat isn't a sister, nevertheless it's higher than nothing.
Zoe,” I sometimes ask, do you need to include me to walk Kiwi?”
No, Dad,” she usually says. Zoe's just turned 13, and prefers the computer, texting, or going to the mall with pals. I assume a teenager needs to be a young person, identical to a cat needs to be a cat.
However a father needs to be a father, so I find yourself strolling her little sister alone. The opposite day I used to be trying down at the word jumble, attempting to unscramble the letters—hitbr. Once I regarded up, Kiwi was gone.
Kiwi?” I known as.
I looked all over the place, however a camouflaged cat blends into nature. I could not discover her wherever. She had vanished.
I searched round our residence a 3rd time. Why weren't you extra cautious?” cried my spouse, in my mind.
I looked for Kiwi in all of her favorite spots—below the porch, below our automotive, behind flower pots, and up the hill, beneath the cypress bush. But the only factor I noticed was my spouse's nervous face. I began to consider Misplaced Cat” posters stapled onto phone poles. I thought of Zoe, and Misplaced Child” photos on milk cartons.
I saved looking out. Kiwi?”
Where was she? It was getting dark.
A cat must be a cat,” I mentioned to my wife in my mind.
We lost her!” she sobbed.
I zipped up my jacket and stored looking, however my heart was beginning to sink.
Kiwi!”
It was getting darker and colder. I thought about the canines in the space. Canine eat cats. I assumed in regards to the stray cats in the neighborhood. Strays are filthy. Would Kiwi, our little poem with fur, grow to be pals with them? Would she pick up bad habits, and go wild? Would Zoe's little sister choose independence and freedom as a substitute of our smooth pillows and plush carpeting?
Kiwi was an vital part of our family. Did she know we loved her? Did she love us?
Kiwi?” I referred to as.
I looked at my watch. Our quick thirty minute walk was turning right into a horrible nightmare. I walked up the hill to the cypress bush and peered into the woods. Kiwi?”
I stepped into the woods. Dead brown leaves crunched below foot. We misplaced her!” my wife repeated. As I walked deeper into the woods, I remembered an occasion eleven years earlier. My wife was sitting in a white hospital room and a sort, sympathetic doctor was sitting beside her. He informed us that the kid growing inside her wasn't viable. I regarded up into the bushes blowing within the cold night breeze and I started to understand her higher.
I continued to go looking the woods and all of the sudden felt a sob coming on. It got here out long and hard, but it surely was darkish and I used to be alone, so it was okay. All I may see was my spouse's unhappy face because the doctor consoled her. Her unhappiness was rubbing off on me because, I realized, her disappointment was my disappointment.
Then I thought of Zoe, our other piece of poetry, arguing together with her mother about going to the mall with her associates. An adolescent, I suppose, must be a teenager. Every day, she's growing more assured and independent.
That's when I heard something rustle within the leaves, and I felt something rub in opposition to my ankle. I regarded down and staring up at me have been green eyes glowing at the hours of darkness. It was Kiwi.
I bent down, picked her up, and cradled her in my arms. I held her against my leather-based jacket and kissed the again of her head. Then we started strolling house. A cat needs to be a cat, I guess.
But typically it is a child.
(Peter Wooden lives in Mt. Kisco. He is the writer of Confessions of a Fighter” and A Clenched Fist”.)
Christoph Reilly 6 years in the past from St. Louis
These are humorous tales, Stacy. Thanks for brightening my day!
LoganTheWriter 6 years in the past from Alabama
The cats have laser eyes!
lydia115 6 years ago
i have a cat named phoenix who's a black cat, she has a white patch on her tummy, and she or he is a correct character she's very small and lightweight as a feather.
In the evening she tends to get actually hyper and starts to chase thin air my different two cats thinks she bongers! However the strangest thing is, in case you give her a toy to play with she won't play it she will simply stick with it trying to catch air !!
additionally she hates it when shes alone at night she meows with a purr
so all you will hear at night time is purmoew purmeow!(which will get pretty annoying) so that you choose her and put her on the mattress considering that she will fall asleep. But oh no she does not she hates sleeping the place people can see her so she rubbs your face if you end up sleeping and licks you in the event you style any good. in the end we now have to place outside!
like i mentioned within the different paragraph phoenix hates sleeping the place individuals can she her, so she goes and hides. Sometimes she would let you realize the place she is hiding as a result of the door must be opened for. (this is normally for the cupboards beneath the steps as all of the coats are in there).When she doesn't inform anybody where shes going someone would of left something open. so that is sought of a cover and search for us. you may properly see where this going to soon as some one has found phoenix they most frequently soar or make a giant scream as she can be present in a drawer/wardrobe and he or she black she will be able to camouflage easily which excellent a finding black issues.
Julie 6 years in the past
Love the tales!!! Right here is mine:
Before my cat Tai handed away I had many adventures together with her. She was my first cat and he or she was the best cat to have, she helped lots of people get over their fears of cats. She was a rescue cat and had fallen right into a lake at the back of a woman's house. She was utterly traumatized. Not to point out she was a house cat that was dumped outdoors. So ever since then she refused to go near water. The primary time she noticed me within the water she ran to the bathe looked at me apprehensive and anxious. She cried and wanted to get me out of the harmful water, but on the similar time she didn't want to contact the water. So she ran out of the lavatory tried to meow and get folks to assist me after which would run again into the lavatory to ensure I did not soften or something. She did this consistently till I got out of the bathe. After all when I would come out she would not go near me however she always gave me this look of reduction like okay you're tremendous dont do this again.
Lauran 5 years in the past
I hae a kitten,4 months old named Garfield who likes to take lengthy walks with me,stalk me,run in and out of my legs as I prepare dinner and/or go up and down stairs and sit on my face as I sleep !
However I wuv him :-)
DzyMsLizzy 5 years in the past from Oakley, CA
Simply discovered this hub on FaceBook by way of a hyperlink from The World's Greatest Cathouse.
Precious, funny stories-and wonderful to meet another cat-loving hubber!
Voted up, and danced everywhere in the rest of the buttons. You also have a brand new follower.
Cheers!
My humorous cat story includes my Senior Orange Marmalade kitty. As a kitten, he snuck into the toilet whereas I was having a bubble tub soak. He stood on his hind legs, and patted at the bubbles. It was too much. He leapt onto the edge of the bathtub for a closer look, patted extra bubbles, and was most intrigued.
Nonetheless, he needed to discover additional, and stepped throughout the tap spout onto the other aspect, the place, sadly, the rim of the bathtub is much narrower. He had no area to turn, and it was wet and slippery. In he went, and disappeared under the bubbles and into the water!
It occurred so fast I couldn't forestall it, however managed to grab him out before he started frantically thrashing. Much like your shower incident, I yelled for hubby to come back with a towel. I had the little miscreant by the scruff, and handed him out to be dried.
He then sat all the way down to further dry himself, and located he did not look after the style of bubble bathtub, so he sat wanting very forlorn and bedraggled. Being an extended-haired cat, he seemed as if he'd been on a hunger weight loss plan, as all that wetted 'fluff' made him appear quite shrunken.
It goes down within the annals of "missed $10K video moments!"
Kat 5 years in the past
I've a 5 yr outdated cat named Zipper. He is an orange and brown striped cat with white paws and stomach, and he has a white and orange striped tail. Zipper is a rescue cat. He was discovered on the road after the hurricane Katrina and taken to a shelter. When he was 2 and when I lived in a 2 story house he would always look out the window. It was late at night time and I was watching TV when I heard a screech and something that sounded like paper crinkling up. I went to my bedroom and found that my window and the display was destroyed. I ran outdoors to seek out Zipper sitting on the bottom still tangled up in the display screen and blinds hissing and screeching at me. After untangling him and receiving numerous bites and scratches I brought him inside.
To this day Zipper has not looked out a single window.
I also have a pitch black kitten named Midnight. Shes about a month previous. A number of weeks in the past whereas I used to be at Goodwillfelt one thing tug at my leg and there she was, so I picked her up and took her residence. A few days in the past, whereas I was playing with Midnight, my canine Sandy came within the room and sniffed the kitten. Midnight hissed and scratched Sandy's nostril (shes okay). Sandy hasn't come close to my bed room since.
Hope you loved them. =)
hawaiihibou 5 years ago
Thanks-I'm a cat lover who owned cats till this apartment I reside in now the place we won't have cats. Loved it. I watch Cats From Hell on Animal Planet too. Cats are nice company. I miss cats and your stories crammed me up for this week.
Hugh 5 years ago
Hey there,
I am a giant fan of your web site, and as a fellow cat lover I assumed you is likely to be into this cat video; it's a cat persona take a look at based mostly on the Briggs-Myer system and it's hilarious!
We're two cute French cats and that is our story:
Celia Herbert 5 years in the past
I like your web site very a lot. Possibly you wish to check out my web site It is about a group of semi-feral cat who're being studied by Scientists who've devised a Linguistic Decrypting Pc that enables them to understand 'cat language' !!!
irenemaria four years ago from Sweden
Hehehe. I really feel good after studying your hub. I really like cats and have had actually many in my life.
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