Comments on: My Pet’s Quirks: Share Your Stories!

By: Deinna

Deinna — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 19:32:35 +0000

I have a black kitten that we call traveler, because we bring her every where we go around the house. The cool thing about her is that she has a way of telling you that she wants mommy. She was siting next to me while i watched T.V. and she looked at me and started mewing. So I asked her what was wrong.(Yes i talk to my animals.)She then climbed up my shirt still mewing and sat on my shoulder, mewing in my ear. So I toke her off and brought her to her bed, and went and found her mother and brought Graybeard(Traveler’s mother.) to Traveler and left the room. Another cool thing is that her brother died(He was a beutiful white)and I’ve been akting like her sister,I’t also helps that my auntys cat hade kittens so Traveler plays with them too.Thats it really. Hope you liked that story. :)

By: Mystic

Mystic — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:46:06 +0000

My 17-year old dark Tortie has a “sock habit.” She has an old sock she stole out of the dirty laundry years ago, that she carries around and yowls at when she thinks she is alone. The yowling sounds as if she is being murdered! But I have heard her make the same sound when she has caught a lizard. One of these days I’ll remember to set up the video camera when we leave so I can catch the act on film. We put the sock in the fridge at night so we don’t get waked up by the yowling!

By: Amy

Amy — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:51:45 +0000

Ozzy is my 3-legged cat. He is very quirky – although totally insecure and fearful of everyone – except me. It makes me sad, because no one gets to witness how adorable and funny he is when it’s just the two of us. Among his many quirks – he loves fruit – strawberries, to be specific. If he sees me eating them from across the room, he runs over (3-legged run which looks like he’s hopping) and will not leave me alone until I let him have a couple.

By: Vanya

Vanya — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 17:46:19 +0000

Our rabbits (we have two) have figured out how to open the gate the we use to keep them out of certain areas in the house. They are very bad bunnies!!!

By: DG

DG — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 16:58:14 +0000

My family took care of a beagle mix called Sammy. His owners had told us not to feed him table scraps, but he still moped around the kitchen with these huge brown eyes and wrinkled face,in case we changed our mind. One day the scent of food on the kitchen table was too much, and he jumped up onto a chair, and from the chair to the table. Sammy was eating our tofu dish
when my mom caught him. He was put outside for the night as time-out, but the way he barked. It was like “If you don’t feed me enough I’m going to feed myself!”

By: Mich

Mich — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 07:14:07 +0000

I have a tuxedo cat name Tanji. I suspect she may have had previous owns, but ones, it seems, that did not care for her too well. My brother found her, or rather she found him around New Years. In Chicago, it can get pretty cold. She began to follow him and my brother decided to take her home. Now I am her care taker.
The best Tanji story starts off by the fact that I tend to sleep in late. Well Tanji didn’t like that much. So she would wake me up. My bed is not in a frame and rests on the floor. Tanji would sneak along the edge of the bed and walk around to the top where my head is and slowly reach over with one paw towards my forehead. And then, WAP! WAP! WAP! She’d smack me with her paw and run away. The first time this happened I had no idea what was going on. The longer I would lay in bed the more often she would repeat. The best part is once I was awake she would try that again, but while we were making eye contact, she would move her paw very slowly, as if pretending she wasn’t going to smack me in the forehead again.
Anyone who thinks animals don’t have a sense of humor haven’t slept around my cat!

By: Marisue Zorens

Marisue Zorens — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:38:30 +0000

My boxer Riley was the darling of my neighborhood. He was so smart and full or personality- where to begin?
He would steal socks and show them to me so that I would chase him. Once when I chased him into the kitchen I found the socks lying in the middle of the floor and he was hiding under the table waiting for me to try to pick them up. He’d set a “trap” for me!
He loved my next door neighbor. He would play catch with her grandchildren, taking the ball first to one then the other then the other, always in the same order, like he was taking turns with them.
He loved to mess up my bed and redo it for himself. If I caught him lying there on a mountain of pillows and bedding and yelledat him, he’d immediately put his head down and start to snore- he didn’t think I’d bother him if he was sleeping!
I just lost him this winter and boy do I miss him. There will never be another Riley.

By: cathy

cathy — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 21:54:50 +0000

I can relate completely to #10, chris bonneau. I also own a pug and know just what you mean. Reba is by far the silliest dog I’ve ever known, I laugh out loud at her antics such as at suppertime, she spins and twirls while it’s being prepared. I notice the more I laugh, the more she’s “on”. Reba has nothing but love in her, and Chris, you nailed it. The affection pugs show us is unbelievable. I’ve noticed she will never be more than 3 or 4 feet away from me; if I’m having breakfast at the kitchen table, and she’s through with hers (at break-neck speed) she’ll sit with any part of her body on my feet. They just must be feeling us near them at all times. What a joy she is. Ps—bet my Reba (fawn colored)is cuter than yours (just kidding)–they’re both beautiful in and out.

By: Laurie

Laurie — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 07:19:08 +0000

My 18-yr old cat, Scooter, has picked up some skills over the years, he has a set schedule and it starts at 4 a.m. however the rest of the house does not neccesarily follow hiw schedule. So to get the ball rolling he has devised various means to get people up, he learned a long time ago that a simple meow does not work, so he deploys the paw in the mouth tactic, there’s nothing like a litter sented paw in the mouth the wake a person up, if that doesn’t work he moves into the sneeze, he has training himself to sneeze on command right in your face, and if that still doesn’t work he resorts to knocking over a 6ft tall faux tree onto you while you slumber, he knocks it over with his paw, and then sits back and enjoys the jolt of waking you up to start his schedule, right on time.

By: Meghan

Meghan — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 21:25:57 +0000

My cat Doobie used to lick photographs. If you tried to stop him he’d bite you. I don’t know why. He also liked to chase tin foil balls down the hallway. He was a funny cat. I miss him.