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Does your pet cat eat plastic? Or does your dog do a flip in the air when he jumps? Maybe your bunny isn't afraid of anything? Post it here! 3nodding

hmmmm my dad used to have a cat that played fetch with u ninja

rolleyes O rly?

I have a cat who plays fetch. And one who licks ink off of photos, one who's afraid of everything, one's happy all the time, eats anything, purposely pukes where it'll be the hardest to clean up, makes a buzzer-like noise for a meow... all my cats are weird. X3

would a cat that steals my pvp count at all sweatdrop

oh and he tends to like to try and play my games and watch tv

Our cat licks our labrador dogs clean, it's a very funny sight. The dogs are standing in front of the cat like they are asking: Carwash plx.

Let's see. There was a cat with Lelouch's hair style (no joke) and a yin yang symbol that waited for me outside of the store and then followed me down the road to my house. My mom and dog wouldn't let me keep him. He then ran into my neighbor's house and was attacked by her cats. He now lives with her daughter.
Now for my psycho-dog.
She likes to play "death from above" while you're sitting on the steps. She drinks your (my mom's) alcoholic beverages when you're not looking and gets drunk. She hates chewing anything she can't destroy. She'll eat anything but celery, healthy lettuce, garlic, and spicy/zesty food. Well, she'll eat it, but then she starts snorting and carrying on... She once ate two medium size boxes of Valentine's Day chocolate (one still had the plastic on it) and proceded to spend the next twelve hours making me clean her brown vomit out of the brand new carpet. She once barked herself hoarse. It was kinda funny. She's a beagle, yet she finds ways to steal food off of the table. Including sweet potato pie. She runs head first into various items (like the front door). She glares at you when you talk smack about her. When she's mad at you she will walk into a room, let one rip, and walk out, leaving you to notice about ten seconds after she's left. She will step on the remote and change the channel, making you lose all the stuff you rewound, and then look at you like she's saying "Play with me!" She'll wait until you cut the grass and rake it into piles (that's how mom does it) and come back into the house with grass stains. She insists on playing with animals that hate her. She has the name "Vic" on her back leg. And she has a heart on her back. That's all I can thin of.