here's a thread that pet owners can tell everybody about what their silly furred children do.....habits....or antics, etc.

I'll start:
{ warning: I have 4 dogs and 3 cats} plus a squirrel outside named Psychobaby. So I will bore you now and then with stupid pet stories...:)
To begin:
EVERYTIME...and I mean each and every...that I uh...go...uh...to the bathroom......my cat "PHOENIX"...jumps into the sink....demanding I turn the fawcet on so he may drink straight from the tap. My female cat, NESSIE { she HATES Phoenix}, goes into the shower...and each and every time...chases her tail. The way the shower is made, it's just this corner angle...and I assume she thinks it's the greatest place to catch that annoying tail of hers coz she does it endlessly. Eventually I will snap a pic and post it....{you know you wanna see stupid pet pics}..

Terri...I got you beat...
I got 7 cats, 3 dogs, a turtle...I got stupid pets in the bag!!
I don't even know WHERE to start, I could run this thread by myself with dump pet stories.
Ahh crud, I gotta get my kids off to school...be back later with a ton of stories...

Well, only one pet here... Pricilla Rose, a cat. No real stories to tell about her... But if I think of any, I'll be sure to pass em on. :o)

Our cat Blue ... liked to sleep in plastic shopping bags and was musically inclined, as we found out one early, early, early morning ... as she ran back and forth atop the piano keys.

Now ... the first time Blue tinkered on the ol' ivories ... had all of us running to pick up weapons to ward off the intruder. Not that anyone was about to walk off with an old upright baby grand mind you.

And she also had a propensity for rooftops. Problem was she could never get back down unassisted. I have the claw marks to prove it as she sought purchase in her leap back down to earth, so to speak. :o(

We have an outside cat who lives on the patio and when he wants in you can hear him screaming 'hello"...I swear....honest....fer real....I mean it...it's true...no lie.

That on I believe... My ex-wife has a cat, Dulcimer, who would wander through out the house saying "Hello". She also loved to play fetch, and when she was ready to play, she would bring the ball to you.

I have a 'ferocious'!!! Border Collie...that's sleeps with his teddy!.....Oh, and Wor-Lass'?

I've got a weiner dog, Shadow, and an inside cat, Sunshine. My outside cat is a tail-less whiner, but she's more human than cat. She walks me to the bus stop every morning (and it's a long walk!) and she doesn't turn back until my bus leaves.

She's so cuuuuute.

I used to have a hamster called Dave... Dave was a legend.

He never bit, he would sit on my shoulder for hours, he would sit on the piano and press C# CONSTANTLY, and soometimes he would crawl up my dressing gown sleeve, find a cosy space behind my back and fall asleep.

I miss Dave so.

Ok, as promised...
First story. We have a 7 month old siamese we named "The Doofinator" mainly because he's a big doof. He can handle only ONE thought process at a time. Doofy want love. Doofy want to play. Doofy wants sleep. You get the picture. He's a GORGEOUS cat and very, very SWEET...but not the smartest of the bunch. The other day Doofy needed to scratch an itchy butt...he was on the top bunk. He started going in circles, round and round, trying to get the itch and finally spun himself right off of the top bunk . THUD. He was dazed for a second then went back to going in circles trying to get the itch.

Suuuuure Jenn ... *wink wink* ... you ... er, I mean ... 'Doofy' had an itchy butt.

Now there's a visual for ya. :oP

*gets an itchy butt ... spins around in his chair ... falls off onto said butt*

Salem. The cat that came and went ... almost to the day she first appeared on our back door step.

Salem had a very bad habit ... despite numerous incidents ... of sleeping on the steps to the basement. Much to the chagrin of anyone in the household who didn't turn on the light or was not paying attention on their way down to the rec room.

We, as kids, learned some very 'naughty' words as my Dad was the usual victim to her narcoleptic practice of stair dozing.

We ... uh ... giggled a lot when that would happen. Ahh ... good times. :oP

Our other 7 month old Pavi (short for Pavarotti, PM me if you want the story of his name, its not family friendly) likes to sit on the turtle tank and lookout the window. Well the other day Rob had the lid off as he was changing Squirmy's filter...Pavi jumped up, but oops...instead of sitting on it to look out the window, he fell in and got a bath and very pissed.

I used to have a german shepard named Tuffy. He likes playing with the squirels in the yard. One day, my mom came home and found him under a tree with a squirels tail coming out of his mouth. She got a wee bit excited and started yelling at poor Tuffy. He then opened his mouth and one unharmed, although very wet from dog drool, squirel bounced away and up into a tree.

My parents (before I was born) used to have a hamster called Titch. One day, Titch went missing. They couldn't find him for about a week. Then one day, a very confused Titch was found in the bin in the bathroom. It's a mystery to this day.

LOL, great thread Terri! ;) *hugs*

My baby mini-schnauzer (Radar) loves to attack the television whenever there is an animal on it. He can even tell cartoon animals (such as Scooby-Doo) from humans (Thelma, Shaggy & the gang). He goes absolutely crazy!

The funny thing is, when you change the channel... he runs behind the entertainment center as if they've gone to hide back there. Poor lil' retardog. *hehe*

I had a budgie once calle Tweety. How original.

Anyways... my dad found him on the roadside one day coming home from work when I was 4, and so he put him in a box and brought him home.

Tweety was another almighty pet. He would go and perch up on the main light where nobody could get him, and he would stay there for about an hour. He'd go in his birdbath and start spalshing around because it was too cold. Then 5 seconds later... he'd do it again.

Then, one evening, we went out. My mum decided to leave his door open so he could fly around the room. Unfortunately, she left the front room door open. and the kitchen door. And the kitchen window.

I like to think he's in Australia by now... but he probably isn't.