Zany pet adventures we remember...

[Lazarus]

For those who have or have had pets, everyone has some story of some funny event that occurred...

Our Jerry was half Lab/half German Shepherd, and he had the kind of personality one sees only in cartoon dogs... He was more human than most people I know...

We used to have a ritual that when I got home from work we had to take one of his doggie toys (his choice) and go out in the yard and play fetch... Standard doggie fare... He always did this for MY benefit - he knew I needed the exercise and the stress relief...

At the end of our yard there was a big boxwood shrub and this particular house was located on a busy thru street so we regularly bits of trash blown in our yard from the road... On this particular day a page from the newspaper had lodged itself under the boxwood...

On the first throw Jerry went thru the usual routine and chased after the ball (or rubber bone or the toy de jur), but immediately noticed something was amiss... There was this big white thing lying under the boxwood that DID NOT BELONG...

He froze in his tracks - Hair raised on his back...

A low rumble emitted from his doggie essence (the kind that only a shepherd can do)...

I said "What is that, Jerry?... Check it out.." Jerry nodded his agreement without takin his eyes off the invader, indicating that I should watch his back... In doggie body language he said, "Im goin in!"

Slowly he crept up to it, using all his doggie assets to determine whether it was good or evil... At that particular moment the wind gusted slightly and the newpaper gave a lazy single flap...

That was it!!! The thing was alive and was a threat to his family - Jerry burst into action and did the only thing a good dog could do - He spun 180 degrees and streaked past me issuing a warning as he past that it was alive and would likely kill us all....!!!!

RoW RoW RoW Zzzzziiinnnngggg!!! :biglaugh:

After I took control of my faculties I walked over and retrieved the paper and showed Jerry that it was only a newspaper, upon which Jerry burst into doggie laughter...

Jerry was a great one for laughing at himself - He was special that way...:)

[Lazarus]

Ok... Lets here more zany pet stories...!!! :)

[Jim Sentry]

We used to have a cat, Rascal. We also had a Goldfish Bowl sitting on the edge of our tub with 2 Goldfish in it.

We came home one day and found 2 headless goldfish bodies on the floor. Needless to say that was the end of the Live Fish.

We decided to leave the empty goldfish bowl on the tub withhout water but with gravel and fake plants to match the color of the bathroom.

We came home one day and found Rascal inside the Goldfish Bowl. He decided the gravel base would make a suitable alternative to his Litter Box.

I had another cat named Panther. He was the meanest cat ever and no one could even pet him but he was a great mouser. He also used to love to slap his paw at the glass of my 55 gallon fish tank and would often jump onto to the top of tank and swat at the fish below.

One day I had the top off the tank and Panther, not realizing this, jumped on top of the tank. He sank right to the bottom flailing and screaming all the way.

[HomeschoolrsRUs]

I'll share one at a time, so as to give others a chance to share theirs too (we have had NUMEROUS pets, ALL loved --- we are more like a menagerie than a family, LOL).

We had a cat, named Shalimar who REALLY had a personality. He would actually take his tail and tuck it down (between his legs) under his belly and would turn around to make sure we were looking and flick it (his tail) like he wa shooting us a bird. The way we found out what he actually meant was, one day we came home after being away all day and long into the night (so he had been home all day by himself). As soon as we walked in the door and looked up he immediately jumpted to the top of our dining room table (which he NEVER got on) strolled to the center where my mom's vase of silk flowers were, reared back his paw and slapped at the vase so hard it flew across the table and fell onto the floor (of course smashing into pieces). He then turned his back on us and shot us his "bird," as if to say, that will teach you for leaving me home alone. :smirky:

[TechnoPrincess]

We have three cats, Patton is the largest and has the most personality.
I have a CSI game that I play on the XBOX. It has a little cursor arrow just like your computer mouse. Every time I play it, he gets excited and will chase the arrow across the screen. This makes it very hard to play the game because while Patton is accurate, he is not transparent.

[Lazarus]

One day I had the top off the tank and Panther, not realizing this, jumped on top of the tank. He sank right to the bottom flailing and screaming all the way.:biglaugh:

[Jim Sentry]

We have a dog (Squirt) and a cat (Rusty) which we adopted on the very same day. So we have lots of stories.

Anyway this one is about Squirt.

Everyone is familiar with those paper perfume samples that we get in newspapers, magazines, etc.

Well if we place one of these on the floor Squirt will rub her nose, face and entire body on it until she is fully coated with the perfume. This is hilarious as she looks like she is doing some erotic dance.

Rusty, the cat, just sits idly by looking at Squirt as if she's nuts.

Oh, BTW, she only does this with certain scents. I'm wondering if I could get her a job at a Perfume manufacturer.

[Lazarus]

As soon as we walked in the door and looked up he immediately jumpted to the top of our dining room table (which he NEVER got on) strolled to the center where my mom's vase of silk flowers were, reared back his paw and slapped at the vase so hard it flew across the table and fell onto the floor (of course smashing into pieces). He then turned his back on us and shot us his "bird," as if to say, that will teach you for leaving me home alone. :smirky: Sheesh! What an attitude..! :D

Every time I play it, he gets excited and will chase the arrow across the screen.Yeah I can see that as a "Cat Thing"... ;) He probably wonders why he cant feel it when it moves and that just makes him all the more curious...

[Lazarus]

Oh, BTW, she only does this with certain scents. I'm wondering if I could get her a job at a Perfume manufacturer.Good point... She might be a great tester for them... If the dog wiggles, its a winner...!

[BaronKelan]

My cat, Macgonnagal is like a puppy. She greets me at the door and talks to me as I drop all the stuff I brought home and will keep it up until I sit down and pet her. Her latest thing though has us bewildered; she's now cooing like a tribble from Star Trek! I don't know where she got this but she goes all through the house cooing. She'll even lay on the floor next to the sliding-glass door to the back yard playing with the binds and coo to her heart's content. I swear, she sounds just like a tribble. Capt. Kirk, where are you when we need you?

[Towerpainter]

Growing up on a farm, we always had mice come in the house in the fall. We also had a tomcat named slyvester, he looked just like the cartoon cat.

Anyway I had a mouse in my closet, and Dad went down to the barn and got a sticky trap to get rid of it.

You see where this is going yet? Yes, the cat ended up going hunting in my closet. He must have gotten tired, 'cause he sat down.... yes right on the sticky trap!

We were out in the living room watching tv when we heard the most horrific sound ever!

Out of the bed room he came... running on his two front paws, butt straight in the air, through the living room, kitchen, porch, to the back door.

After we had composed ourselves enough, we went in search of the cat.

He was at the back door, in shock! His eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth. Boy did he ever howl when Dad tore the sticky trap off his butt! We quickly opened the door and out he went! He didn't come back into the house till almost Christmas time! He sure looked funny walking around with no hair on his backside!

[Kathy30]

My beloved cat Courtney used to sit on the back of the sofa and make happy paws massaging my neck. Every day when I came home from work after dinner, he'd hop on the back of the sofa to rub my neck and shoulders.

When he was younger, I had a roommate. Courtney passed judgment on all our boyfriends. Once Tracy had a new date over. She was getting ready so I was talking to him at the kitchen bar. Courtney came over and started sniffing him. Legs, shoes, up as far as he could reach, then Court jumped on the counter and started sniffing again. The man didn't really seem to mind, he said he liked cats. When Courtney got done sniffing, he turned his butt to the man's face and slapped him right across the face with his tail, from side to side, slap slap slap slap, then jumped down and sat on the sofa. I told the man "it looks like you haven't passed the smell test". He seemed disappointed that the cat didn't like him.

Later that night when Tracy got home I asked her how her date went. "I really didn't like him much once we got to talking. I don't think he's someone I want to see, too boring and too egotistical."

I knew you were going to say that" I said, "Courtney didn't like him either".

We had a good laugh over it.

Tracy had a cat too, named Filbert. He was quite a cat who would punish her when she did something he didn't like. Once she chased him off some papers she was working on. Filbert jumped on the piano, glared at her, and with his paw, pushed a very expensive vase off. It hit the floor breaking to a million pieces. Clearly Filbert did not expect that to happen. He jumped down and hid behind my legs, peeking out from the side to see just how mad Tracy would be. She was furious. Filbert hid behind my legs, walking with me, still hiding, until he figured it was safe to make a dash for under the bed. He stayed there for two days.

[HomeschoolrsRUs]

Our little boy UGA (one of the twin American bulldog pups we got at 5 weeks) loved feet. If you sat on the recliner dangling your feet off the extension, he would like and gnaw your toes -- never using his teeth, just like he was "flea-ing" them. :smirky:

He also used to love to tease his brother Bodacious -- he would find the largest piece of wood, stick or anything he could get his teeth on and prance around the yard just past his brother trying to entice him to a chase.

He made the sweetest faces too, especially when his multiple folds of skin would get caught in his teeth and he looked like a monster.

We miss our little man, and his two older sisters (Holly the Rotty, and Taffy the Jack/Min-Pin mix) who all died in a three month period. :sad:

[Kathy30]

A couple brought in their German Shepard yesterday for a bath. They were evacuees from the Santiago fire staying with friends. They were out of the area when the fire engulfed their home. They were safe, but their dog was home alone. The couple was allowed home yesterday morning for only a few minutes. Their home and those of their neighbors was completely burned to the ground with no sign of the dog. The first thing they did was start crying. She just collapsed in long and loud sobs.

Sobs that were heard by the dog who had escaped the burning house and hid in an old mine shaft. They heard him calling long before they saw him. He came bounding out barking tail wagging only singed a tiny bit but otherwise safe and sound.

Dogs is smarter than people.

[HomeschoolrsRUs]

I'm so happy for those people and their beloved pet. It's hard enough losing everything, and losing a family member (for that's the way we think of OUR pets) would be even worse.

[TeenageRepublican]

I have four pets.
Butterscotch the dog
Pussy Willow the cat
Wishbone the cat
Sunshine Nibbles the hamster

Wishbone is the most weird pet I've ever seen. If he was human, he would be the total definition of a slacker. He can sit on a chair like a guy and stare at random things.
Anyway, when he was a kitten, I was paranoid about him running away so I put a leash around his collar. Two hours passed, I remembered to go check on him. When I found him he was dangling off of a branch of a tree with a chip munk eating a chestnut in front of him. YES, he was alive. I brought him inside, long story short, if he had fingers, he would've flipped me off right there. No one stops him from hunting small fuzzy animals, no one...
I have more, but I'm going to let other people tell their stories.

[mkafrica]

As I've previously mentioned, I grew up overseas, and sometime during 6th grade, I got this little grey and white kitten at almost 6 weeks old. We called it DC Pumbaa Maditra. (ok, so we couldn't really figure out what to name it... My name is Darius, and DC stands for Darius' Cat. Pumbaa, because that's what my mom wanted to call it, and Maditra because maditra means ornery in Malagasy)

In any event, he truly was my cat. He would walk me to the bus stop every morning, if I took the bus, and would sit in the living room window most of the day, watching the front gate. Then, about 10 minutes before the bus would get to my house, he would dart outside, and wait for me at the bus stop, then follow me all the way home. He would hardly ever let me out of his sight.

He was always an indoors/outdoors kind of cat. He liked staying indoors most of the time, but we always left a window or something open for him to get in and out if he so chose.

Well, one night, he came up to my room at about 2 or so in the morning, and jumped up on my bed. Now, at this point in time, I had a water bed, and my cat weighed about 27 or 28 pounds, without hardly any fat on him. He was just really big, measuring nearly 3 feet in length. In any event, his presence was known when he jumped onto a water bed. Then, he walked up and sat on my chest, with his face close to my mine. With nearly 30 pounds setting on my chest, I kind of woke up and saw my cat staring at me.

The thing that caught my attention was what he had in his mouth. A little grey mouse, alive, being held by the tail in the cat's mouth. Well, at this point, DC dropped the mouse, which landed on my neck, then the mouse started to run. Because of the height of the water bed from the ground (I'm guessing), the mouse wouldn't jump off the bed. But it kept running from side to side at the foot of the bed.

DC wouldn't chase after it, until I petted him, and told him how he was a good boy, and that kind of stuff. Finally, he started after the mouse. Well, it's a sort of weird sensation having a mouse running around in circles on a water bed, and having a large cat running after him. You start getting seasick, lol.

Finally, he caught the mouse, left the room, and ate it, leaving the head at the door of my parents' bedroom, where my mom nearly stepped on it in the morning.

Oh, and I had to patch a coupla little holes in my water bed from the cat's claws. :)