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Originally Posted by capt_noonie  What hilarious furbutts we have, huh? Uni does so many funny wierd things. She has way too much attitude.
I HAVE to put ice cubes in her FILTERED water. If it's super hot and there's only one in there, she looks at me like, what? only one?! If I don't put any, she's like, What, no ice?! Spoiled?
When it's feeding time, and after I offer her some and she doesn't want to eat it, I pretend I drop it on the ground and say "You dropped one!" and she'll eat it, and eat the rest.  Ha!
When she pees she turns counter clockwise, but when she does her "chase your tail" trick she turn clockwise. Hopefully she won't ever pee while performing her trick!
She waits for "Uncle" to come home (my BIL) and when she hears a noise outside she will growl. Most of the time she is sitting on a stool next to me on the computer. If she growls, I will turn to stool so she is facing the other way, but she will just turn and walk around to face the door again. I keep turning, and she keeps walking, so it's a little stool treadmill. LMAO! Put this on U Tube!
She LOVES chewing on necklaces. IDK why?? Possible mineral deficiency?
She sneaks in my purses when she thinks I am leaving without her.
Everytime I leave my shop to do an errand (my bf is still there with Uni) and I come back and pull into my parking spot, she pops her head out the door's glass to watch me come back. She loves you alot!
Everytime I come back from said errands with bags, she puts her big nose in there expecting everything in there is for her! Who else could you possibly be shopping for?
That's all I can think of now. How about your furbutts? What funny and unique quirks do they have? Please share! |
The bag thing is hysterical! I have 3 Yorkies and 3 cats. When I come in with bags, it's like musical chairs (bags) with the 6 of them!
Tinkerbell barks. Alot. Recently, in an effort to curb this behavior, I started talking to her to find out what she wants. I'll ask "Do you want to go out?" She speeds off to the front door. If no, she cocks her head. I ask "do you want a treat?" She runs into the kitchen and sits near the treat jar. Etc. It's actually working!
She barks at thunder, lightning, and airplanes, and the wake off the boat and the kayak.
All the toys and beds are hers. She will occasionally go around the house and collect them all and bring them into the living room.
Peek a Boo runs and hides if I say a four letter word, or something that sounds like one. He won't come unless you say "here Kitty kitty" or 'treat'.
He likes to sleep on or in plastic bags (almost gave him to Good Will).