Conference misery::feline_v1

    Thanks for starting this note!  I love these..
    
    My Billie (10 years old) likes to "nomad" around the house for
    different sleeping places.  For one week, she'll sleep behind the
    waterbed, another time she'll be in her "Bed" in the closet, another
    time she'll be on my side of the bed (sleeping on my pillow, by
    the way).  This last time she picked a beaut--I keep a Kenya bag
    under the coffee table with my needlework in it.  I was lying on
    the couch last week, recovering from the flu, and heard *something*
    rustling around under there.  Sure enough, she had squeezed her
    fat little body inside the bag (needlework and all), and was dozing
    off happily with just her head sticking out!!
    
    Gotta love it,
    
    Jane

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                Oh Connie I am so glad that Jake had a chance to find
                a good home.....  He obviously is very very happy and
                content........
    
                I put 3-way up in the sink the other day as she watches
                Angus and Malcolm nimbly jump up there to drink from
                faucet and she just can't make it with her three legs.
                I think she could but to her it must look kind of scary.
                She looked at the stream coming down like HUH and then
                with a quick movement bit the water!!!!!  I thought
                I was going to die!!!  The more she did it the more
                I laughed......  
    
                I however have had to refrain from putting the toilet
                paper where it should be as all 3 of them LOVE it!!!!
                Oh well they still get the paper towels every once in
                awhile when they get daring......
    
                Give Jake a big kiss for me..........
    
                                                            KIM

    Maybe a stool next to the sink, as a way station for 3-way?
    
    xxoooo to them all.
    

    I wasn't sure if this belonged here or in heat seakers, but here
    goes.  I couple of days ago, I was sitting on the couch with one
    of those comforters that snaps up the front.  Anyway, they form
    LARGE sleeves.  Trouble climbed in my lab, then noticed the sleeve.
    You guessed it, she crawled into the sleeve, turned around, and
    proceeded to go to sleep.  I sure did wish I had someone else to
    take a picture.  
    
    The things cats do to amuse us.
    
    Bernice

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               Yep Karen once we move into our new apartment there will
               be something put near the sink so 3-way can get there
               to her heart's content.  Now that mama showed her what
               she's been missing she sits in front of the sink and
               meows to me till I put her in the basin....  

    Milo informed me this past week-end that he is now a Cat, thank
    you very much, and that from now on I am _not_ to treat him like
    a kitten and _certainly!_ not like a baby.  [this from someone who
    weighs 2lbs at 10-1/2 weeks]
    
    Then Rick [who is not a cat, but rather my husband] turned on the
    ceiling fan to re-circulate warm air.  First Milo sat in all his
    dignity on the arm of the love seat languidly reaching out a paw
    to 'stop' the fan [from 7 feet away]. When that didn't work he tried
    batting ... well, one thing led to another until he was standing
    fully erect and hopping like a kangaroo along the back and arms
    of the love seat mouth open in semi-deranged, wall-eyed intensity.
    
    Then he fell to the floor and looked up at me as if to say 'don't
    bother telling anyone, they'll never believe you' and repeated the
    process until Rick turned off the fan.  Then Mr.Milo walked over
    and sat under the fan-swtich and meeped at us to turn his new toy
    on again.
    
    [I think Maggie _is_ talking to him when I'm not around...]
    
    	Annie
    
    
    P.S.  Milo's most endearing quirk at present is his purring.  Of
    course, purring is always endearing, but when my little guy is
    especially happy he purrs so hard he chirps like a cricket!  Quite
    a little noise to wake up to at 3 a.m.

        
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    That has GOT to be one of the cutest things I've heard in a long
    time.  Too bad you don't have a video-camera so you could have caught
    the scene permanently!
    
    Oh, and by the way, just FYI, that chirping sound?  That's the belt
    slipping in his little purring motor!  My Claude does that too when
    she get especially ecstatic!  If it becomes a problem, it's merely
    a minor adjustment ;-)  
    
    Psst!   If you want to see what a purring motor looks like, check out
    B. Kliban's book, CAT. 
                           
    Amy.

    
    
    Nippa has a stuffed bunny (which used to be mine) to which she plays
    "mommy" with.  I think she was dissapionted when she was spayed and missed
    her chance to be a real mommy.  Anyway, she licks, and licks her
    baby, and carrys it all over the place.  I never see her play rough
    with it, that type of play is reserved strictly for her 'toys'.
    

When Patchwork was 7 or 8 weeks old, she loved to watch TV.
One lazy Saturday morning, Wayne and I stayed in bed and watched
some good old Saturday morning cartoons.  We brought Patchwork
up on the bed with us to watch (she was too little to jump up, so
you either had to put her up there or she would scale the afgan
on the bed).

Patchwork must have decided she wanted to be a part of the cartoon,
so she tried to leap off the bed and into the screen. Well, being
only 7 weeks old or so, and not having very much strength in her legs,
she could not make the 2 feet jump from the bed to the TV.  As
a matter of fact, she only managed to jump out 6 inches or so.  This
had Wayne and I in hysterics watching this tiny creature leap off the
bed toward the TV, climb back up, leap off, climb up, leap off, climb up...

Poor Patchwork never quite figured out TV and I haven't seen her watch it
since.

					Maryann

When Hannah joined our house, she was given all kinds of gifts from
friends and family (me and the "boys", Nick and Sam)...she was very
polite and played with every toy for at least a day....However, she
has since claimed her treasures.  They are:

1 mag tape write ring which she plays with on the kitchen floor and
when she is through playing with it, she replaces it in her favorite
place...an old oval shaped plastic laundry basket.

She ignores the cute cat beds in the house and chooses the laundry
basket.  Her latest trick is to �"roll" around in the basket in such
a way as to move the basket across the floor, positioning it wherever
I am at the time.  The basket is tan, and she is mostly cream colored,
so from a distance it sometimes looks as if the basket has sprouted
big blue eyes!  Scared my dog to death the other day when the basket
came at her.

I'm NOT buying any more expensive toys for this cat!

    Milo's favourite toys are:
      - a champagne cork
      - two large Canada goose feathers [one of which apparently poses
    	a clear and present danger as it is nearly demolished]
      - my hair
      - Maggie's tail
      - a carpet scrap
      - an old tote-bag
    
    The tote-bag is an interactive-toy.  He runs past me with one of
    the straps in his teeth and hides it.  Then he comes back and sits
    next to me with his wide-eyed angelic look clearly indicating that
    I didn't see him run by.  HOWEVER, if I don't get up to find the
    tote bag and bring it back within five or ten minutes, he meeps
    at me mournfully until I do.
    
    He's never had any actual cat toys.  NONE of cats I have ever owned
    or fostered played much with actual cat toys -- in fact Maggie
    used to bury them and Alpha used to carry them out to the end of
    the pier and drop them in the lake.  These two seemed to be making
    a fairly strong statement.  Or maybe it's me...
    
       Annie 

    Micki did the funniest thing last night.  We were cooking hamburgers
    outside on the grill.  The four kitties were out on the screen porch
    sunning themselves in the late afternoon sun.  The door on the porch
    is a wooden door with glass panes in it in both the bottom and top.
    Well, all of the sudden micki saw something in the house she wanted.
    she jumped up and RAN toword the door.  She thought she was going
    to be smart and she tried to jump through the "Opening" in the door
    only to run head first into the glass.  All of us laughed hysterically,
    and she just looked at us and said, "I meant to do that.  I wanted
    my nose pushed in more".
    
    Holly
    
    

    My mom's persian did the same thing only she tried to go through
    the screen door to get at a cat that was outside on the deck.
    
    Kathy

    My husband Gerry did that a few yeats ago.  Ran full speed into
    the screen portion of an open sliding glass door.  If I remember 
    correctly, he too had that "I meant to do that" look on his face.
    I laughed myself to tears over it.  In fact just the memory is causing
    me to do the same right now!
    
    Marion (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH ... ahem ... sniff)

    Those who share counter space with a personal toilette consultant
    every morning before work can relate:
    
    Cardigan _knows_ that excessive blow-drying can damage hair, especially
    hair as long as Mother's [bottom of the shoulder blades and creeping
    down-ward].  Yesterday morning she climbed up my camisole, pushed
    all of my hair in front of my shoulders, settled down across my
    neck and proceeded to try and lick my hair dry to the accompanyment
    of semi-orgasmic purring.
    
    
    puRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....mommy!! sooo much hairrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
    .........puRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....I could be here alllll daaaaay!
    ..............puRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
    
    [OK, so she's two-something and not a kitten, but *I* thought it
    was cute]
    
      Ann

    Both of our kitties come to us when we cry - or pretend to cry.
    Last night I was lying on the bed and the two of them were on the
    other side of the room just looking at me.  So I said "Well come
    snuggle me - what are you doing way over there?"  And they both
    just kept staring at me.  So I hid my face in the comforter and
    started to cry because no kitties wanted to snuggle me.  Well I
    lifted my face to see if I had any success, Koko was standing on
    her hind legs looking me straight in the eyes, lifted a paw and
    petted me on the nose.  Mandy had jumped up on the bed and started
    to lick my ear.  Boy do I have those two trained - or is it the
    other way around?
    
    Suzanne