One of my cats seemingly at random will growl at non-moving ceiling fans in rooms he has been in hundreds of times. He is also very concerned about things that happen on TV. He likes Minecraft but will growl and run out of the room if you enter the nether.
What does your cat do?
Not my cat but I’ve petsit her multiple times. She’s named Pancake because that’s what she does: she lays down and relaxes everything, just collapsing into soft cat mush. She lives with an older dog that is just as lethargic as she is, so I often see them lounging together in the driveway.
I used to have a cat named Michi who loved melon so much that she’d steal a piece and then go under the table and growl.
Minoes loves melon too!
Especially the seedy mush that I scoop out and drop in the compost bin. If (when…) she gets to it, she’ll be shitting stringy orange melonseed goop all over the house.
No growling though…
When I feed Inky, she’ll never walk straight to the dish. She walks around and changes her angle of approach by 90°.
+5 to stealth attacks
My cat refuses to walk on top of me if I’m sitting/lying down and he wants to get to my other side. Instead, he’ll vault over me like it’s a track and field tryout.
Also, whenever I call his name, he trills back at me in exactly the same cadence. Which leads me to realize I usually call his name in exactly the same cadence, which makes me wonder if that specific trill is his name for me. (anthropomorphism say what)
I could write an essay on all the weird stuff our two cats do, but the standout is how poorly both of them understand the concept of “obligate carnivorism”. James is the standout feline here due to being an absolute fiend for all carbs to a truly staggering degree. In any other house Jessie’s legume obsession would be legendary but James absolutely has her beat.
Olives, seaweed, pumpkin, rice, maple syrup, Poptarts, cider donuts, potatoes, udon, mustard flavored Ruffles, popcorn, muffins, bagels, pizza crust, hummus, chickpeas, soy sauce, tofu, canola oil, frozen corn kernels… I’m probably forgetting stuff, but if there’s a weird thing that some cats like then one of these idiots will love it.
Jessie at least will go nuts for meat/fish like a normal cat, but James is a lost cause. We ordered poke a few weeks ago and he spent the entire time begging for the wonton crisps in EJ’s tofu bowl instead of going for my salmon.
I could probably write a book on the other weird stuff my cats do.
The ceiling-fan, Minecraft nether averse cat, whose name is Orion, also loves to be carried around upside down. He will literally stand at your feet and scream until you pick him up cradled like a human baby and let his head dangle upside down while you walk around the house.
Ok, that is hysterical.
I have a theory that while dogs can be odd in a certain set of ways, each cat is uniquely and infinitely odd. It’s fascinating!
Please elaborate.
He will watch Xbox games on the TV. He likes to watch Minecraft but hates the nether which causes him to growl and run out of the room, typically to the bedroom where he hides under the bed. He also likes to watch Tiny Tina’s Wonderlands, often trying to catch the wyvern on the loading screen.
Edit: I really can’t describe how peculiar his TV behavior is. We have several other cats and while they might notice the TV once in a while, he is on another level. I swear he has watched entire movies.
I completely agree.
You forgot avocado (kind of understandable for a cat to be interested in, it is fatty at least) and cruciferous vegetables (wtf???).
When I glanced over this from the corner of my eye, I read it as
“When I feel kinky,…”
Trying to make sense of the rest of the sentence was… challenging. Weird image, to say the least…
My beloved cat Shadow once bit me on the nose while sleeping. She thought it was attacking my face…
I feel kinky! Oh so kinky!
I feel kinky and slinky and gaaaaay! 
Sadly, I’ve been sans cat for many years.
That said, we used to have a cat that liked to curl up in my mother’s slow cooker when the crock pot wasn’t in it.
We also used to have a different cat that liked to perch on a low dresser that was just a bit too high for the pik Pom we had at the time to reach the cat and taunt said dog, swiping at the dog’s snout as the dog would bark and jump up, trying to get at the cat.
Not a cat, but we used to have a female chihuahua that liked hiding out under blankets and bedspreads and would try and bite anyone who petted her while she was under there through the blanket. Plus she was a certified plushophile for a sock monkey.
Perhaps it’s a shared response, like when people say “Roger” to each other over the radio!
My girl cat is the most intelligent and empathetic cat which sometimes crosses the event horizon into stupid and stubborn.
She has learned my rituals and habits. She knows exactly where to stand in front of my monitor for attention, somehow knowing how to put her tail directly on the line I’m trying to type or read on the screen. She is also a master of “stank face” if I’m not grokking what she means. The look is "We’ve been through this a hundred times before: When I stand here with front paws in the cardboard tray where you put my treats, it means you’re supposed to give me that kind of treat.
Both of my cats have learned to tell time and one or both of them will be sitting waiting for me when I’m done at 1am with work at home outside my bedroom door.
For a while older boy cat was having intestinal problems and he totally caught the attitude and growling and grumbling I made as I cleaned up his messes. For a while I was gating him in the kitchen with food and water when I was working so any messes would be on the linoleum instead of the carpet, and I’d put him in there whenever he soiled the floor. He has a cardboard box cubbyhole on the bottom shelf in the kitchen. Now whenever I make a displeased noise, he flees into the kitchen cubbyhole thinking that’s where I’m planning to put him whether I’m actually mad at him or not.
He’s very sensitive to sound, and during storms or fireworks he vanishes and I can usually find him in the kitchen cabinet next to the blender. He and girl-cat hate each other. She was a stray whom he was growling at through the patio door, and it was on July 4th while he was hiding when she approached me. I fed her and gave her water, and she zipped right in the door, deciding that she lived with me. Boy cat was not happy and they’re finally at “chilly acceptance” and don’t fight as much.
Their names are Louie and Iggy, though they both believe the other cat is named “the other one”.
