Example of feline lunacy #819
Right, the cat's gone mad. He's finally cracked. I was annoyed when he decided he needed to mark his territory by spraying on the washing basket a few weeks ago. I was horrified when he brought a live sparrow into the dining room last week.
Those things I could cope with. Unpleasant, but normal cat behaviour, right? Not this time. I just found him licking the soles of my leather thongs. He was licking foot sweat off leather. I'd swear his eyes had rolled back in his head. ~shudder~
Come to think of it, though, he does have a bit of a thong fetish. He's always been fond of using Bloke's rubber thongs to sharpen his claws and I've caught him having a kip on them a couple of times.
But what should I do? Take him to a kitty psychiatirst? Is this just the first step before he starts stealing the neighbours' thongs and hoarding them? Or before he turns to a life of crime to finance his thong habbit? And what if he starts mainlining?
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posted by redcap @ 11:27 pm
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18 Comments:
I'd say it's about time for a kitty intervention followed by a long dose of leather-sweat rehab
best to just give into their crazy cat fetishes.
my cat likes to sleep in my boyfriends underpants???
creepy.
he thinks that his nuts are itchy because he shaves em - i know better.. its because of the cathair.
sif i would ever tell him though.
that would put an end to all the fun.
One of my parents cats has a foot fetish and rubs its nose on your feet if you're sitting down. Cats are very odd creatures.
Boff, I wonder if they'd make him go cold turkey? Or would there be lots of catnip involved as a substitute?
Rach, in his undies? He he he. That's gold.
Javatari, yeah, come to think of it, I did see my sister's cat with his head rammed in my brother-in-law's boat shoe a while ago...
Just be grateful your cat and you don't live in the US - then "licking your thong" would be Very. Disturbing. Indeed.
wean him off the shoes with tiny little salted shrimp and just be very grateful that cats eschew foul doggy behaviour like drinking from the toilet bowl or *shudder* humping your leg...
When you find out what turns cats off shoes, let me know. It might work on the dingoes on Fraser Island. Dingoes will actually steal shoes - but only one from each pair!
Jo, ha! You're not wrong there.
Kitty, hmm, I'm not sure that would work. Maybe I should just put my shoes away when I take them off.
Mike, are they baby shoes? Sorry, couldn't resist ;)
Redcap: That reminds me. The house is for rent. I must advertise the childproof / dingoproof gate on the deck overlooking the pool. Off to update the website right now...
Wow, Mike! That's what I call a beach house!
Cats and shoes (apparently) were made for each other. Our cat goes to sleep with head pushed into the smelliest shoe she can find. She doesn't play favourites! Just as long as it's pongy.
In the UK a thong is an item of underwear. Now read your post again and imagine what I thought of your cat.
Took me a while to realise you don't wear rubber g strings.
Meva, I still thinkin jamming your head in a shoe is slightly better than actually licking it.
LG, hah, sorry! What must you have thought of Bloke when I said he had rubber thongs, then? He he he.
Thanks, Redcap. The Fraser Island house is my favourite place on the planet.
Mrs Fitz & I don't actually own it. There's a man at the Commonwealth Bank who thinks he owns it. But if we give him lots of money each month, he lets us play with it (...and paint the decks, wash the windows, repair flyscreens etc.)
One of our cats is obsessive about turnips and celery, and if you are chopping either veggie up he's cry until you give him and piece, then he lays on the kitchen floor licking it and rubbing on it.
My grandma's cat loves my brothers armpits and will stick her head into them whenever she gets the chance.
Cats a very strange creatures.
My take on this is as long as the cat isn't harming himself or the thong, why not just let him get on with it.
D'Jen, wow, turnips and celery? I've heard of a cat that would eat a full bowl of peas, but that really takes the, er, root vegetable.
Emma, call me a clean freak, I just don't like little dried puddles of kitty drool on my shoes. There's something icky about it.
Don't get me started on cat problems. Our two boys are running rampant lately.
As for fetishes, their biggest one is to sit on my lap and claw at my clothing. Seems to get them off big time.
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