Frisky, the biped.
One cat that we had when I was in high-school was a calico cat we named Frisky and her talent was walking. You might think that isn't a talent and normally I would say your right but it was the way she walked. You see Frisky liked walking on her hind legs the same way a bear does when it is defending its territory.
She would of course walk on all fours much of the time especially if she was outside. It was mainly when she would walk down the hall or into someone's bedroom that she would stand up and walk. It always made for quite a sight to see her walking down the hall on her hind feet with her front paws in the air with what could best be described as a gunslinger gate.
Morris, the feline alarm clock and hoarder.
After Frisky we had a yellow tabby named Morris, he looked like the cat on the commercials, and his talent was that he always seemed to know what time of day. I was still in high-school at the time and my dad would usually pick me up when school was over. My dad worked nights and slept during the day so he we normally set the alarm clock.
One day my dad set the alarm clock but neglected to pull the setting pin, this was before digital, and the alarm never went off. That day he found out that he had a back up alarm that he didn't know about and that was Morris. The cat seemed to realize that something wasn't right and jumped up on my dad's chest. He glare into my dad's eyes until he woke up after a few minutes. After that the cat took it upon himself to be my dad's alarm clock but there was one little flaw with the system. It seemed that even though Morris knew the time he didn't know the days of the week.
Morris grew up on the streets so he never knew when he would get a meal. My cousin found him and brought him to us when he was still a young cat. We took him in and not long after we feed him for the first time we notice the food would disappear quickly. We thought he just had a big appetite after being on his own. So, we just kept feeding him and he food kept disappearing.
About a month later my mom was cleaning the house. When moved the sofa she found a small pile of cat food. Then she moved a chair and behold another pile of cat food. We walked all through the house and looked under the furniture and sure enough little piles of cat food. That cat wasn't pigging out like we thought he was carefully scooping up some of his dry food and hiding it everywhere throughout the house. He wanted to make sure that every place he went there was a snack.
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