Enough to make a cat laugh

[Xinzerella]

Do your cats laugh? Last night Shastri was chasing my feet under the downie cover. I thought the game might get more interesting if someone helped him chase them, so I picked up a large soft toy sloth with a long reach, and had her jumping about the downie, grabbing the moving foot with a long paw.

Shastri stopped and stared in amazement, then you could almost hear him chuckle - he ran forward with his eyes brimming. "Ach, you're daft, you."

Suddenly I saw the funny side of it and started laughing helplessly.

You probably all think I'm a sad case now, but what do you suppose my cats think?  ;D

[Lesley]

i've chased both cleo and coco with stuffed toys and received the same look that shastri gave you. although they 'sighed' heavily first; but they do that anytime i speak to them. i think they've been rolling their eyes as well.

p.s. i'm not sure if i would laugh or cry if that sloth came after me!

lesley

[Xinzerella]

I'm familiar with those heavy sighs  
The sloth's name is Scary Mary - she's thinking about joining the 2003 Mission to Mars. Just to keep the cats entertained, you understand...

[Silk]

Not sure whether they actualy laugh, although Silk does have a couple of tickilish spots (ie under his armpits) and when we have a game of lets nick Marks chair. Which involves him jumping up and rolloing around on my chair, and hanging onto the arms upside down. To which then I have to give him lots of belly rubs and tickle him, to which he does seem to get a huge grin on his face.

More importantly, I do honestly believe cats have a wicked sense of humour. It's part of their comunication ability and it helps to determine the heirachy amongst them.
I've watched some of the tormentive games they play on each other, and it would take more than a supposed cat expert to convince me that they don't know what their doing.

BTW they also enjoy tormenting us as well, Silk knows I cant bear having my toes washed, yet he will do it if I'm not serving breakfast fast enough. Yet if Cat is the one doing it he attacks that soft spot behind her knee with his tongue or a wet cold nose.

Mind you in retaliation, I'm just as likley to tickle the fur between his rear left foot when he's snoozin on a cupboard (Coz I know it's his ticklish one)

I give and I receive, (probably receive more than I give though) I just see it as part of being one of the pride.

[Ann]

<More importantly, I do honestly believe cats have a wicked sense of humour. >

I agree with that completely. Alexander used to have a look of postive glee on his face at times and it was obvious he thoroughly enjoyed playing a joke on me. I wasn't so keen on the one that involved pouncing on my foot as I was getting into bed though. Those claws could get very sharp.

Ann

[Silk]

Wicked senses of humour reminds me of something I saw a few years ago, when I was a Milkman on a country round down in Sussex.

As anyone who knows me can imagine, nearly ever cat on the round knew me, and a few were rather fond of me. (might have had something to do with the fact I was known to dish out the odd drop of Gold top that the birds had got to, as in pecked off the tops)

Anyway, I was sat quietly in a quiet street having my lunch, (okay so it was about 10am, but I'd been up since 3) when I spotted a pretty little tortishell sat on a verge doing her business, quite oblivious to the rest of the world. Then this black and white (that lived in the same house) quietly walks up behind her and did, or said something. (probably shouted: BOO!) and the poor girl must of leapt about four feet straight up in the air.
It was horribly cruel, but I must admit I nearly fell out of my milk float laughing about it.