I have to share my weird cat story.
I have two actually...........
First, as I was finally drifting off to sleep last night, the cat was sleeping close to me.
All of a sudden, she jumped up, bit my arm, held on, shook her head and growled and then ran off.
I swear, I did NOTHING. I was sleeping!
I think someone fed my cat some crack.
Ok Second...
My boyfriend's parents are staying with us because they had to evacuate for the hurricane.
THEY BROUGHT THE ASHES OF THEIR DEAD CAT.
Why?
BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE HER ALONE
And those are my cat stories for today 
Mine's not so weird. Yesterday morning, Harley got onto the top shelf of the closet. He was having trouble getting down, and I thought I would "help." All of a sudden the box he was on began to slip and both he and the box came crashing down. I have claw marks on my shoulder, thigh and down my knee. Only the marks on the knee bled. I immediately had to leave for work. Upon my return, I needed to lay down before I went on my volunteer duties. He was immediately on me, kneading and laying atop me. The same thing happened, when I actually went to bed. He usually sleeps on the foot of the bed, but was for quite a while on top of me.
Well I have several probably because I have always had at least one cat. I'll tell you two silly ones.
When I was 18 I had a cat I named Count W.T. Barnette Mon Cherri, the W.T. stood for wild thing . I called him Barnette, and he liked to go for rides. When I was going to work he left me alone but if I was going out he had to come. Not to bad but he had to sit on my lap and put his front paws on the steering wheel. I ran three police officers off the road because all they could see was his huge head.
The second one I'll tell you I know you won't believe, but I know and so do 36 girls at the sleep-over know it is true. Atar was his name and we were telling ghost stories at the party. I told the girls they had to be real. Atar is going up the stairs and then coming out of the family room and going back up the stairs. I knew what he was doing and he kept it up until one of the girls screamed "That cat just keeps going up the stairs and never comes down" 
I told her we had to tell real ghost stories and he was just helping.
There was no other way down then the stairs we were sitting at.
Go figure, Stes 
I'll tell you two silly ones.
When I was 18 I had a cat I named Count W.T. Barnette Mon Cherri, the W.T. stood for wild thing . I called him Barnette, and he liked to go for rides. When I was going to work he left me alone but if I was going out he had to come. Not to bad but he had to sit on my lap and put his front paws on the steering wheel. I ran three police officers off the road because all they could see was his huge head.
The second one I'll tell you I know you won't believe, but I know and so do 36 girls at the sleep-over know it is true. Atar was his name and we were telling ghost stories at the party. I told the girls they had to be real. Atar is going up the stairs and then coming out of the family room and going back up the stairs. I knew what he was doing and he kept it up until one of the girls screamed "That cat just keeps going up the stairs and never comes down" I told her we had to tell real ghost stories and he was just helping. There was no other way down then the stairs we were sitting at.
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