I’m dying to see if, after being startled, it decides to hop on the long-haired person’s head and say “Fuck you specifically.” Often, as a generous cat, it gives the guy a bit of the ol’ what for on the way out with the back paws to the chest.
Argh. At night, our old tabby used to do this to me. I could hear his feet scurrying back and forth on the shelf beside my bunk. Then he’d jump on my head as if it were a ball in which to pay. It was driving me insane. Despite the fact that it disrupted my bedroom’s air circulation, I eventually learned to shut the door at night so he couldn’t get in.
Cat aficionados: I adore cats! They’re adorable and make excellent pets!
*Scratches the fuck out of your face*, says the cat.
I, too, am a mad animal lover: I adore kitties! They’re adorable and make excellent pets!
The moral of the story is that cats are jerks. You wouldn’t let this individual or any other pet live with you if they did this to you when you were sleeping. You’d call them a jerk and throw them out.
Thankfully, my Fergie, who had always slept with me, just nibbled on my thumb and licked my face in the mornings to wake me up, as a way of asking me to let her out of the room to do her thing. To this day, he is the love of my life.
I once stayed at a friend’s apartment, where he had about 5 cats. It was like a circus from around 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. All night long, those damn cats chased each other and jumped around. I didn’t get a single wink of sleep. At one point, I even started chasing them around.
My cat doesn’t like to zoom around in the middle of the night. If he does, it means there’s a bat in the area, which is a pain. But for some reason, he was there one night and ran across my head, using his claws for traction near my right ear, and gashed me. 3 6″ gashes on the side of my head, blood all over my pillow and sheets.
ITT: People who believe all cats are killer assholes and have no idea how to teach a kitten to act properly.
We have two cats, and we taught them not to do this or some other stupid nonsense when they were kittens.
No, you’re mistaken; the cat slept in and missed the 3 a.m. sprint around the yard.
I’m dying to see if, after being startled, it decides to hop on the long-haired person’s head and say “Fuck you specifically.” Often, as a generous cat, it gives the guy a bit of the ol’ what for on the way out with the back paws to the chest.
Isn’t that strange? It’s more like a typical douchebag crazed cat.
We stopped at 6 because cats are such jerks.
Cativity that is out of the ordinary
Argh. At night, our old tabby used to do this to me. I could hear his feet scurrying back and forth on the shelf beside my bunk. Then he’d jump on my head as if it were a ball in which to pay. It was driving me insane. Despite the fact that it disrupted my bedroom’s air circulation, I eventually learned to shut the door at night so he couldn’t get in.
Cat aficionados: I adore cats! They’re adorable and make excellent pets!
*Scratches the fuck out of your face*, says the cat.
I, too, am a mad animal lover: I adore kitties! They’re adorable and make excellent pets!
The moral of the story is that cats are jerks. You wouldn’t let this individual or any other pet live with you if they did this to you when you were sleeping. You’d call them a jerk and throw them out.
That’s how I ended up in an ER with a slashed eyelid one early morning.
atypical cativity
Cativities that are unusual
That’s how I ended up in the emergency room early one morning, having my brow and eyelid stitched back together.
The comforter doesn’t have a duvet cover, which makes me even more uneasy.
Thankfully, my Fergie, who had always slept with me, just nibbled on my thumb and licked my face in the mornings to wake me up, as a way of asking me to let her out of the room to do her thing. To this day, he is the love of my life.
That is why I refuse to allow my cat to sleep in my room. I’ve been there before…
Cucumbers are on my mind.
Who makes videos of themselves sleeping?
How dare the comments section not have a link to… We were supposed to be better than this, right?
I think it’s hilarious that they set up a camera to record their mad cat’s antics.
*Paranormal cativity* is how I read it.
I once stayed at a friend’s apartment, where he had about 5 cats. It was like a circus from around 10 p.m. to 4 a.m. All night long, those damn cats chased each other and jumped around. I didn’t get a single wink of sleep. At one point, I even started chasing them around.
Demons: eat the body as soon as possible.
Cats: wreak havoc on your sleep and leave you with post-traumatic stress disorder.
Living with any pet, anywhere is the new title.
This is far too amusing for me.
I despise cats. They irritate me.
My cat doesn’t like to zoom around in the middle of the night. If he does, it means there’s a bat in the area, which is a pain. But for some reason, he was there one night and ran across my head, using his claws for traction near my right ear, and gashed me. 3 6″ gashes on the side of my head, blood all over my pillow and sheets.
A cat fight outside the house had just happened, and I’d bet a large portion of my bankroll on it.
Either the cat is ill or the camera’s timer is set incorrectly. Cat normally does this at 1 a.m., 3 a.m., 3:30 a.m., and 5 a.m.
Is it true that people record themselves while sleeping?