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We have a cat that likes to steal pens and binder clips off my wife’s desk. She’s also tried to snag my watch off the nightstand a few times.
My sisters friend “Stace” had a cat called Ollie.
[He was a ‘cow cat’ by coloration]
Ollie hated Santa Claus, he’d destroy any Santa effigy he would come across.
Ollie also had a thing for walking off with pens and pencils.
The going joke was that he had a secret stash pile somewhere behind the furniture.
He’d also torment the dog Snowball by grabbing the dogs tail fur and laying down.
Snowball would then stand up to run, and drag Ollie along for the ride.
When my then-husband tilted back the couch so we could vacuum underneath, we found a pile of wine corks that our cat had fished out of the trash. We also had to be careful not to leave fresh broccoli on the counter.
All my cat ever brought me was dead squirrels and birds.
This one is cool and beautiful. I watched that video twice. I caught a good case of the giggles. Can’t wait to show it to my 4 year old in the morning.
Could it be that this Albert Einstein of catdom is merely doing what he perceives his den-mates do, bring stuff home to the den all the time? Whatever the excuse, I had a dog, Nero, a Schnoodle, who would raid the garages of the neighbor homes, bringing back things which had the scent of his children friends on them.
This could very much be my Cleo if she were an outdoor kitty. She raids laundry baskets (dirty and clean) and drags out mostly socks to attack in the living room. It took me a little bit to figure out why I kept having to pick up so many socks all the time as I have never seen her in the act except for once. Thanks for the ping.
We had a little stray dog named Fannie Mae Farkleberry who stole anything (from neighbors) she could get her paws on, windshield wiper blades, dirty laundry from the neighbor’s garage floor beside their washer, newspapers in plastic wrappers, all sorts of treasures. Once husband and I were arguing and Fannie Mae picked up her bowl in her mouth and ran all the way back to the room where we were, then threw the bowl on the floor at our feet. The bowl was covering her eyes, and she had aimed herself down a long hallway. That stopped the argument and got her fed and us laughing. - The neighbor finally (we suspect) loaded her up and took her off one morning while we asleep.
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We had a Russian blue who would steal socks and keep them in and around his food bowl. He preferred Mr. Mercat’s dress socks. We gave up trying to retrieve them and left him with one or two which seemed to keep him content. He would chew them before he ate. Sadly, an owl had him for lunch, or I guess it would have been supper or breakfast.
Saw this on the local news, but so glad you posted Youtube - now Hubby can see it too. I Love Cats!!!