My cat, "Dudley", has a most unusual quirk. All the more to endear myself to him.
"Dudley" is four years old, a teenager by human standards; however, he still has a lot of "kitten" inside his fuzzy, orange body. A lot of his antics makes me laugh; I can watch him for hours.
One of his more charming antics is playing fetch. Yes, you read right: he plays fetch, just like a dog would.
He especially loves fetching small pieces of paper. You throw some wadded up paper, and there he goes, in retrieve-mode. He'll saunter or run up to it, pick it up into his mouth, and bring it back to you, putting it at your feet, meowing incessantly until you throw the (drool-covered) piece of paper again.
If he isn't sleeping or distracted by life around him, he can continue this "fetching-game" for hours.
Another one of "Dudley's" habits is talking to the birds that fly near my outside window. He'll be sitting there, and when birds land on the feeder situated right outside our livingroom window, he'll start making odd "chattering" noises. It's hilarious.
Still another one of my cat's oddities is when you start petting him, he'll flop onto one side, put his head on upside down, and start kneading the air with his paws, purring like a little motorboat. It's beyond adorable; one can't help but smile whenever he does this.
My friends affectionally call "Dudley" our "trash-pickin' kitty" because of his fetching habit.
A good nickname for him, if I must say so myself.
"Dudley" is one of the best "friends" a person can ever have. I live alone in a senior citizen's home, so having "Dudley" in my life has been nothing but a blessing for me.
I wish all people (particularly seniors who are alone, like me) could have a "Dudley" in their lives. He's sure been a wonderful addition to mine; I consider myself richly blessed by this wonderful feline companion.
