Cats have feelings too, which is why I try not to make a joke at my cat’s expense and I always treat him with love and respect. However, I must admit there have been times when I laughed at Furball and I probably shouldn’t have. Here are five of my favorite moments when I burst out laughing.
When Furball was a kitten, he would follow me around like a puppy. One day, I couldn’t resist trying to see if I could shake him. The perfect opportunity came up when we were playing and he chased a toy down the stairs. I ducked behind the bathroom door and waited.
Furball ran up the stairs and right past my hiding spot. After a few seconds, he started calling for me. When he walked past the bathroom door, I jumped out and yelled, "Boo!"
He jumped straight up in the air and puffed up like a Halloween cat. As I laughed out loud and sauntered down the hall, Furball hurled himself at my leg and hung on. I totally deserved his retaliatory attack, but I was still giggling.
Furball loves to play. When he was a kitten, he would pass up food and skip sleep in order to play. I ended up inventing my own eco-friendly cat toys because it was costing me so much to buy toys, and I felt bad about all the toys that were thrown out when he tore them to pieces. I came up with so many toy ideas that I even wrote a book about how to make your own cat toys.
One of Furball’s favorite games was chasing a toy on a string. He would run after it like a dog chasing his tail. The only problem was that he wouldn’t stop. He kept going until he was panting and eventually he fell down from dizziness. Even when he was down, he’d raise up his head and paws and still try to chase the toy. His perseverance was so funny, I couldn’t help but laugh.
When Furball was a kitten. I lived in a turn-of-the-century home. The walls weren’t quite straight and as a result, there was a big gap underneath the bedroom door. I used to keep the door closed when I went to bed because Furball wouldn’t let me sleep at night.
I barricaded the door crack with boxes because Furball was small enough to fit under the door. As you know, kittens don’t stay tiny forever. One day, Furball tried to sneak under the door and he got stuck halfway. His head came under, but his haunches wouldn’t fit.
At first, I was worried that he was stuck under the door, but when I saw he could easily pull his head back under, I simply had to laugh out loud. I got the camera to record him, but this was before YouTube existed so I never posted the video. If I did, I’m sure it would’ve gotten a million hits because it was hilarious to watch.
About a year ago, I noticed a change in the consistency of the food that I was feeding to Furball. It seemed thicker, but I didn’t realize that the calories had changed, too. As a result, he put on a lot of weight, but it was so gradual, I didn’t notice until we had friends over who hadn’t seen him in a couple of months.
My friend remarked that Furball looked like a meatball. It was such a clever moniker, I had to snicker. While cat obesity is not a laughing matter, the play on words was quite clever. Meatball. Furball.
When I took a good look at him, Furball really was looking like a round meatball. I put him on a diet and now he’s slim, trim, and healthy.
Sometimes cats are too curious for their own good. That certainly was the case for Furball when I was changing the Diaper Genie. This diaper disposal system lets you shove in a week’s worth of diapers and it locks in the smell until you open it up to change the bag.
Because the bags are expensive, we crammed as many diapers as we could into the Genie. When it was time to change the bag, we had to squeeze down on a mountain of diapers in order to free up enough space at the top to tie off the bag. This released a cloud of stink that rivaled an atomic bomb going off.
One day, as I squished with all my might, Furball came by and stuck his curious head into the bag. The cloud of stink hit him full force in the face.
He looked like a cartoon cat with his eyes popping out of his head and his face crinkling up in horror. He ran away as fast as he could. I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes — although the tears may have been from the poopy diaper smell!
With Furball’s keen sense of smell, it must’ve stunk worse than the biggest garbage dump in the world. However, his reaction was priceless. Even as I’m writing, I can’t help myself from chuckling. Does this make me a bad kitty mom? LOL!
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About Holly Tse: Holly Tse is a green cat expert, lifelong environmentalist and the creator of Green Little Cat, a blog on eco-friendly living for cats and cat lovers. Practicing Taoist and Dragon Spirit Guide who has experienced more than nine past lives and can bend reality at will. Totally into alternative healing, but her Achilles’ heel is reality TV cooking shows. As a Canadian expat, she uses an American spell checker for her Catster articles.
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