"Why do all my cats..." Topic

… hate rust colored paint?

A couple of times in the past, I've had one of my cats knock over a jar of paint, and every time it's happened it's been rust.

Tonight included.

There I was with a brand new, first time opened bottle of Polly-S rust (well, obviously not brand new, but it hadn't ever been opened yet). Oh, the joy! An unopened bottle of Polly-S, carefully hoarded all these years! Considering how little I use rust, this will last me at least 10 years. Bliss!

But no. As I dipped the brush in the third time, my cat Cookie jumps up on my right arm, and because the brush was just entering the jar, the jar went over on it's side. I was able to save a lot of it, but at least 1/3 is gone now.

This was Cookie's first exercise in spilling paint. Immediately afterward she flopped down on my foot, cocked her head to the side and displayed her belly for rubs in one of her patented "Look how cute I am!" moves. I didn't yell at her (the single loud expletive when the jar went over wasn't directed at her). I gave her belly-rubs, but she wouldn't answer my question:

Why do all my cats hate rust colored paint?

Five minutes earlier:

"Pssst. Hey, Cookie!"

"Mwrow?"

"Wanna get a belly rub?"

"Mwrow-mwrow!"

"Then go over and knock over that rust-colored paint and do this."

"Mwrow?"

"No, really, it works every time! He loves it. The rest of us cats have had belly rubs, what, six, seven times when we've done it. Works every time."

"Mwrow!"

"It's true! Oh, and don't worry about that word he yells out. He just does that to be funny. Now go on, try it!"

"Mwrow-mwrow!"

LOL! I think you pegged it.

One day I shall have to relate the tale of The Great Steak Theft of 2001.

Great Steak Theft ? Our smallest cat (about 6 pounds)
once hauled a Corned Beef out from the defrosting sink,
across the counter, then dragged it about twenty feet
to her 'lair' beneath our daughter's bed.

Considering that her normal 'prey' was a bread loaf, this
was quite a feat, the Corned Beef weighing 3.5 pounds…

Shortly after our marriage, I made the mistake of leaving a zip lock bag with about 5 pounds of burger in the sink thawing, and learned that Neotacha had not named Mephistopheles idly. He didn't haul it as far away as Ed's cat, though before he was busted. Just to the next room.

About once a year I will forget and sit in front of the TV with a mug of something to drink. Ping will knock the mug over every time trying to drink from it. You'd think I'd notice a 13 pound calico cat trying to stick her face in my mug.

How orangeish is your rust colored paint?

My cat will swat at anything in the orange and yellow spectrum. My cat growing up loved to play with the orange and yellow toys more than the other colors even though they were the same toy.

Trust your cat. That particular color may be bad for you, as you may find out in the near future.

I think this is just the tip of a deeper Cat Conspiracy. If I were you, from now on I'd sleep with one eye open.

Trust the cats. Our current cat is 21 and was never fond of jumping, so she doesn't get into too much trouble.

Many years ago I lived with my sister in the traditional Cotswold cottage built in the 1700's. The kitchen floor was stone. I had cooked a chicken, and it being a cool night decided to leave it in the oven over night too cool since we an I were going on a picnic the next day.

About 2am I was awaken about 2am with that particular nom-nom-nom sounds that cats make. I go to the kitchen and found that the three Siamese cats had opened the oven door, removed the chicken from the baking pan and had almost reduced the carcass to a few bones. They had worked out simply pulling to baking tray out would have awoken us and spoiled their feast.

CPBelt: That is my fear, that I have merely stumbled upon Phase 1 of The Cat Conspiracy For Worldwide Feline Domination.

Phase 1: Drive humans insane by spilling only rust colored paint.
Phase 2: ???
Phase 3: Worldwide domination.

Our cats have assured us all is well and that as long as sufficient food, warm places and laps are available, they will defer world domination until a time to be named later.

Cats don't like being watched and Rust never sleeps.

Regards, the Gorb

my daughters used to hide my red paint, when I found them all I had four red paints.

When my sister was in high school biology, she brought home a white mouse and a cage, which she kept on the bathroom floor.

When we got home, the mouse was lying in the middle of the dining room floor. not in any more condition for a class project.

We figure what happened is that while she was getting ready for school and had the bathroom door open, the Siamese we had took her paw and barely skeeked the tray open so that a casual glance wouldn't notice it.

While we were gone, the mouse escaped the cage, crawled under the door and became a temporary play thing, until exhaustion spelled its doom. When it tried to stop to rest, she'd bat it to get it moving again.

JW