One of my cats figured out how to open doors. He puts this talent to good use by waiting until I put the heating on in the living room and then going around and opening every one of the six internal doors that open from that room. He is covered in fluff but I can never be warm. He is an asshole.

That’s not a bad idea. I would be a little worried that the dumb bastard would get wet and then bolt away and get lost outside. There’s no way that dum-dum would be able to find his way home. 

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Mine don’t bother with the telepathy so much as LAND ON YOUR NECK AT FIVE AM BECAUSE BREAKFAST IS IN AN HOUR MOM DON’T FORGET.

My parents’ cat is the same way. They cannot leave ANY type of plastic out or he will lick it or even eat it. Apparently there’s some chemical in plastic that is sweet to some cats so it’s like crack to them. Even the crinkling sound of plastic will make the fur monster come running.

My doof, after living 10+ years in pampered, indoor bliss, decided he wanted to be outside every time we open the backdoor.

Can you imagine, as the lion, the realization that house cats live in this amazing luxury. A couch! Imagine your entire life you slept on rocks and dirt, or in trees with your kill so nothing steals it, surrounded by insects and piss. Now imagine a couch. Think of how great your couch is after a hard day. Now imagine…

A family cat in high school was smart enough to unlock and open doors with one of those little push knobs. He knew how to flush toilets (and drink from said toilet as the water rushed back in). He knew how to turn on most of the electronic toys he had by himself. He also knew how to paw the lock on the sliding door…

Mountain Lion looks a little kittenish or cubbish, or whatever. Maybe not full grown? Gorgeous though. I wonder if it left stanky cat aroma in the house.

Yep! Nice to meet a fellow Yrekan... there are dozens of us!

LOL... mine does this with a few things, too. Also, if there is a long hair or piece of thread, she MUST try to eat it. I’ve had to pull the occasional one out of her mouth when I catch her. She doesn’t learn. Also: she was a feral in an urban colony in Toronto for her first 15 months of life. You’d think she’d be a…

I live about 40 minutes south of Ashland... they are pretty weird, but if you want really weird, you go about 40 minutes south of me to City of Mt. Shasta. There’s some real serious kookery.

“Very charming, yet looney” should be the new slogan for Ashland’s tourism bureau.

Props to this lady for not panicking but come on, she ain’t the Magical Mountain Lion Whisperer.  The mountain lion left to get away from the fucking drum circle.

Right?! It’s very charming, yet looney, lol!

Peak Oregon.

I used to work in Ashland, and let me tell you...this is about the most “Ashland” thing that has ever happened.

UCSB grad--the woman, not the mountain lion. Explains a lot!

Good on this woman for not trying to interact with a wild animal but I’m pretty sure the mountain lion was done with her nap and left on her own without needing any “telepathic pictures” of exit routes.

She now thinks she has a special connection with it and will allow it back in, when it will eat her face. Book it.