Tag: funny cat story

  • Cubed

    I have three of these cheap, flimsy cat cube toys from Walmart — thin nylon-ish material, wire frames holding the shape, light enough that a good breeze could send one skidding across the room. Each one has a hole on three sides for the cats to climb into, and you can connect multiple cubes together to make little tunnels.

    Zephyr loves them. He zips through the house and blasts straight through one, and it hangs off his butt for a second before bouncing away.

    But the best cube moment didn’t involve any zipping at all.

    I was playing with him with his wand toy — the ribbon kind. He wasn’t even standing up. He was just lying there, playing it cool, acting totally uninterested… the way cats do right before they attack. Well, he was lying a little too close to one of the cubes, and one of the times he swatted at the ribbon, he caught the edge of the cube instead and it flipped over perfectly landing on his head.

    So one second he’s attacking the villainous wand toy, and the next second… he’s in the cube.

    Here’s the thing about Zephyr. His eyes are perfectly round, so his eyebrows always look raised. He permanently has this look of mild surprise on his face. Which made this about four hundred times funnier, because now I’ve got a cat who looks shocked at literally all times, and is currently actually shocked, staring out from inside a cube he ambushed himself with using zero effort.

    I laughed so hard I cried. Genuinely one of the funniest things I’ve seen a cat do, and he didn’t even have to try.

  • Cat Cult at Midnight

    Last night was… quiet. Too quiet.
    Usually, by the time I’m in bed, I’ve got the soundtrack of my life going—Zephyr thundering through the house, Zazu sprinting up the pole, Zuri hissing at someone for breathing wrong. But not this time.

    It was unnerving enough that I pulled up my living room camera to see what was going on.

    Zuri the black cat curled up in the hallway, blocking the entrance to Zephyr’s room.

    There was Zuri, curled up in front of the hallway like a furry bouncer, blocking the entrance to Zephyr’s room—the same room where he stayed for several weeks when he first arrived. It’s his safe space. Zuri won’t go in there herself, but she does like to guard the doorway.

    I got up to investigate. Lights on, a full sweep of Zephyr’s room—nothing. He wasn’t there. Neither was Zazu. I was halfway back to my bedroom when I saw it.

    Zazu and Zephyr perched on top of the kitchen cabinets, staring down.

    There they were. Perched together on top of the kitchen cabinets. Silent. Motionless. Glowing eyes fixed on me. A secret cat meeting? Late-night plotting session? I’ll never know.

    Meanwhile, Zuri was still on hallway patrol, looking very much like someone who didn’t get the invite. I almost felt bad for her—almost—but if she’d stop being such a diva, she might actually get included.

    With these three, silence is never a good sign.