When Arty thinks it's time for me to feed him, he jumps up on the
garbage can (it's next to the cats' food and water) and strikes the
"vulture" pose.  He sits there glaring until either I feed him or he
concludes that it's hopeless.

Sammie forgetting to reel her tounge all the way in after a yawn. That half
tounge hanging out looks clownish as can be.

Cassie cat deciding I've made her wait too long for chow - follows along
just behind my feet, reaches out with a paw and swats me across the achilles
tendon a few times on the way to feeding.

When I love on Buddha (when she is not in the mood) and she freezes
and rolls her eyes, obviously thinking, "hmmm, I'm pretty comfortable,
if I just wait this out maybe she'll leave."

When I stop petting Buddha when she IS in the mood and she slaps at my
retreating hand.

When she walks by the rack of coffee mugs and throws out a wild slap
at her reflection in passing and just lumbers on.

When she lays on my leg as I sit on the couch and I have to get up and
she hollers and hisses and stomps off just because she was warm and
comfy.

When I play in bed with Cheeks with the tape measure creature Cheeks
sails off the bed in full pursuit, having overshot the mark.

Buddha's evening sprawl, in which this very fat tuxedo displays her
white bikini to all, andtilts her head like she's pondering and washes
her little white feet. It looks like her bikini bottoms are falling
down due to her belly. (She's on a diet!)

Cheeks responding to my husband's petting with the elevator butt
thing. She does not do this when I pet her, and when he does she lips
her nearby catnip toys madly, purrs, trills, and "bing" goes the butt.
I can see her thinking "ooo, you smell like a BOY."

That every time I or anyone else go into our kitchen, both of the cats are
there ahead of me somehow, seemingly "knowing" that mommy or daddy is
going to give them a chunk of raw beef.

Guests.  They're not for breakfast anymore.  *POUNCE*

Potato chips and popcorn - they're not *just* for breakfast.

At 5:15 AM every morning without fail, Lina wants to play with my own paw.
Of course, she takes the time to courteously awaken me before she starts
playing with it by... well, playing with it.

Zelgadis can't *stand* being picked up, but knows a good cuddle with mom
or dad when she sees it and will take advantage of that one spot next to
us as soon as somebody lays down in bed.

I made her a stuffed sock toy that usually dogs go for.
It's as big as she is.  She'll sneak up and pounce on it, then put a
bear hug on it and dig all teeth and claws into it.

I've also trained her to stop biting my toes.  When she would bite,
I'd say "UH OH," and she'd change the bite to a lick.

Now when she pounces on my foot and opens her mouth to bite, she
remembers and immediately starts licking my toes.

This is why we have cats :->.

My additions:

Pepper running at 180 mph from the family room, to the front room, through the
dining room, through the kitchen and back to the family. This repeats about 3-4
times where each time he runs over a different piece of furniture. It ends with
him plopping down on the island, panting away.

Chloe picking out her toy d'jour (d'nuit?) from the bowl of toys in the family
room. Bringing up to our bed in hopes we'll play with her.

Chloe "sacrificing" a toy to the food god. Every day we find a toy either in her
food dish or beside it.

Pepper nudging me at 3:30 in the morning so he can curl up beside me and sleep
in my arms.

Chloe trilling and rolling every time you talk to her. Her standing up, nudging
me and trilling when I'm busy on the computer (hey, pay attention to me).

Pepper playing chase the ball in the jacuzzi tub every morning.

Chloe playing fetch with her fake mouse.

Seeing my wife knitting with Pepper asleep in her lap and Chloe asleep behind
her on the back of the couch.

Both talking to the various animals in our back yard.

Both following us constantly where ever we go in the house. Who needs dogs :->

Pepper pushing open the shower door every morning. Drinking from the fountain
(bidet) every time we are in the bathroom.

when my Maggie spins my son's sit & spin,THEN TRIES TO JUMP ON IT !!!!!!!!!

The other night we were watching the Supranos and after spending a
while in my lap Kona decided he wanted to get on the ottoman. He lays
there for a while on his side looking like a big ole hedgehog with his
head kind of curled so his chin was facing up; one eye that was up
against the ottoman and was shut; the eye facing up was open.  We
assumed he was just kind of resting.  We're all focused on the intense
dialog when all of the sudden from the middle of the room we hear
ZZZZZZZZZZZ [pause]ZZZZZZZZZ [pause] ZZZZZZZZZ  coming from the
ottoman.  Kona's laying there with the eye that's facing up still open
just snoring away. I cracked up.