17 Of The Smartest Things People’s Pets Have Been Caught Doing –
When I was growing up, the smartest pet we ever owned was a cat named Allie (that’s her on the left, the cat on the right is Fiona). She would learn tricks we taught our dog Zoey just by watching Zoey perform them over the course of about a month. She also had some odd tendencies (she was scared of shoes, not people wearing them, just shoes in general), but there was something wildly intelligent behind her eyes.But there are pets even more impressive than that, and here’s a whole collection of stories about them.
Cat figured out where the red dot comes from and started swatting the laser pointer out of my hands.
I had a pet rat named Rudi, that was equal parts smart and lazy as fuck. He always moved the bowl with his food around until it stood just under the hem of his hammock. He then proceeded to lay in said hammock, letting his head hang over the edge into the foodbowl, so he could eat while lying down.
My cattle dog chased the cat and when I caught him he pretended that he had a hurt paw so he didn’t get in trouble lol. I was panicking and he looked very pleased and tried pretending the other paw was also hurt while putting full weight on his first “hurt” one.
My dog’s favorite toy is his Kong. It’s this snowman shaped toy that you fill with kibble/snacks and it drops treats the more they play with it, throw it, drop it, etc. Basically he figured out the more it bounced, the more likely treats were going to come out. So in the middle of the night my husband wakes up because of a loud constant pounding noise and is like WTF.Turns out it’s our dog running to the top of the stairs, dropping his kong down the steps then running back down and collecting all the treats that had fallen out. On repeat.
Our cat likes to jump on the counter to see if there’s anything edible there that he’s not supposed to have.Our dog is a shepherd who is always looking for a job, so he observed us yelling at the cat to get off and then shooing him away. Now the dog will notice when the cat is preparing to jump on the counter and will intervene to shoo him away for us. And if he catches the cat already on the counter he will come get us and bring us over so we can get the cat off the counter.Kind of amazing to watch him figuring it out, and so incredibly endearing that he wants to solve problems for us. He’s a clever boy.
We had one cat that was scary smart. He could open doors and operate light switches. One of the things he used to do was open the kitchen cabinets and sit inside the pans, so Husband bought a pack of baby proofing latches. The cat sat and watched while Husband installed the first one and tested it.Then, while maintaining eye contact, the cat reached over and flicked open the baby proofed cabinet door on the first try. Husband never bothered installing the rest of the latches, and we washed all the pots and pans before using them…
My cat knocks packaged food items off the countertop, waits for the dog to tear them open, and then moves in for the prize.
She learned to stop and sit at crosswalks without me even trying. There’s a few busy streets I cross on our walks every day so I’m always extra cautious, stop at the cross walk, and make damn sure no one’s screaming down the street at 40mph before I cross. After a few months I noticed my dog would get to a crosswalk and immediately sit and stare at me until I started to cross.
My parents were about to leave to pick me up and my mom was telling my dad “well, I don’t know where her (my dog’s) harness is so she can’t go with us”. My dog then proceeded to go find her harness and carry it to my mom so she could go. I’ve never been able to get her to do it again
Our cat knows how to raise the roller shade on his favorite window for “sunbathing” on its wide sill.He puts his paw in the ring and raises the shade to the desired height, but never lets it go right to the top.
I was working from home when the dog and cat, both asleep in different parts of the apartment, suddenly woke up and hid under the bed. A split second later, the whole apartment shook like a large truck had hit the building. By the time I realized it was a rare earthquake and maybe I should protect myself, it was over.
We had a horse who could untie any knot if he watched you tie it.
My cat (about 4 months old at the time) hadn’t come back for at least 2 days and I looked for her everywhere. I was getting worried since she never really left for more then a couple of hours. I guess my Labrador sensed how worried I was and realized it was because of the cat. So he decided to run out the door, while I wasn’t playing attention. (He also knows how to open doors.)I didn’t realize till later and I thought I had lost both of them. When around 8pm I heard meowing coming from outside. When I looked outside I saw my lab holding my kitten by the head.
My cat used to like to get up early and would want my parents to get up to feed her. So she would jump on the dresser and would threaten to knock stuff over. First she would start with my dad’s watch and inch it closer to the edge until it fell, then she would go to my mom’s jewelry box and start inching that closer to the edge. They always got up before she pushed the jewelry box.
When I was a kid we sort of adopted a stray cat, Amy and by extension, all her kittens. One of these kittens, Clovis, was a master actress. She lived 2 lives under 2 names, a tough bully that chased her mum away from the food bowl with us, and a gentle fluffball with our neighbors.This wasn’t just her being more comfortable with my neighbors,, she would respond to Clovis to me, and grisette to my neighbor, but if called for grisette, Clovis would just look confused and vice versa. It took a year for us to realise that it was the same cat.
I suffer night terrors and my cat is the only being capable of waking me up without me flailing like a moron and being even more frightened. He does this by laying down on my chest, extending both his paws to the back of my neck and kneeding my skin very gently, but rough enough for me to wake up. He also always purrs loudly into my left ear – only ever the left ear. He’s usually not a lap/chest cat and never stays for long after; just long enough for me to calm down and get drowsy or calm enough to sleep more.I know you’ll never read this, because you are a cat, but thanks for being there in those dreadful moments Dave.