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O.K. Guys and Gals, tell me what is going on here. This is no joke. About 3 or 4 months ago I was still in bed. I had gotten up about 4:30, hit the john, went back to bed and drowzed off. Woke up to what sounded like someone pounding on the wall between my bedroom and the garage. Actually there are two walls as there is a four foot space under the stairway separating the garage from my room. The pounding was loud enough I got up and went to the front door thinking someone was there. No one there. Odd I thought, so I looked out the other windows and didn't see anyone there. So I thought maybe it was one of those dream moments and didn't think much more about it. After I got ready to go to the shop I went out to the garage to fire up the bike as it was a nice day to ride. Opened the door into the garage and there is one of my cats. Looks like he was stuck there all night. So I opened the overhead door and out went the cat. Then I thought again about the pounding on the wall and looked at the cat. Nah, I thought...just a coincidence.

Fast forward today. Same scenario. I awoke to what sounded like someone pounding on my bedroom wall. Not so loudly this time though and while I had a brief thought about the last time, I still didn't think much about it...until I again I went out to the garage. As soon as I opened the door, there was the cat.
Here's where it gets to be a little more odd but first a little background. I filed for divorce last summer and my soon to be ex-wife moved out shortly there after. The cats were hers as far as I was concerned but she left them to my tender mercies.
She took care of them exclusively while we were married and since I am not a cat lover I interacted with them only sparsely. As quickly as my soon to be ex-wife moved out, I moved the cats outside to the barn where they have resided ever since.
Now back to this second "happening". The last time I saw the cat in question (his name is Flower btw)was about three days ago or a day prior to the storm coming through. I didn't think much about the cats disappearance as the neighbors have cats and sometimes Flower and the other cat disappear for a couple of days before I see them. Here's the really odd part. There is only one passage type door from the outside going into the garage other than the overhead door. From the last time I saw Flower to when I found him this morning I HAD NOT BEEN IN THE GARAGE! No doors were open or any obvious way for Flower to get in the garage. There were no footprints leading to the door (I go out twice a day to feed the horse so I would have seen footprints as I'm a woodsie kinda guy)
So give me some thoughts as to what is going on here.
I'm not big on things occult so rule that aspect out. I don't do drugs so rule that one out.
Thoughts?

cats can be real gymnasts, i'd imagine there was a passageway into your garage that you are overlooking. or perhaps you are sleepwalking at night, and the cat is taking advantage of this to get into the garage as you go in there. try locking the doors (yes against yourself) and putting the keys somewhere non-obvious.

my theory on the knocking without anything else to go on, is simply the cat getting upto mischeif. (perhaps trying to chase a mouse that it can hear in your wall)

Don't worry woody. I called the nice men in white coats to take you to happy land.

i know i already said cats were gymnasts. but can 2 (or more, "stfu and join the party") horny cats be banging that hard on WALLS?

My cat can hit a wall hard enough to almost break glass--if it's a strong cat, I wouldn't put it past the bugger.

The cat is neutered, so deep six the randy cat idea. There also was only one cat in the garage. The sound was not mice in the wall or something falling against the wall. It was a cadenced knock knock knock just like someone knocking on your front door.
Additionally I have never sleep walked in my life.

Thanks Ferny for looking out for me

I have also had cats run back into areas I was vacating by slipping quietly passed me when I wasn't looking.

One of our cats once got trapped in a neighbor's garage when they left for vacation for 4 days and closed the garage door while she was inside...the cat was ok, but lost a few pounds

You want cat stories? Try this one out:

We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one.

Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head
injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozey to explain the bandage on the top of my head.

The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem. Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.

"Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it."

"You know where the button is," I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!"

"But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?" There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second."

So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.

It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs. She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise
moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.

I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements,blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome. Men, in this
predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold.

When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor buck naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that" paramedics. Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter--and not succeeding.

Somehow I lived through it all. A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.

"What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"

woody.
we have had our differences over the years (i contemplate suicide everytime we fight on the dbb).

but are you saying you were trying to fix your garbage disposal naked and then a cat attacked your dirty dog water dispensors... and then as you had a knee jerk reaction you clocked your skull on the cabinet?

wow. at least that's original and not pasted from some jeff foxworthy political site.

in all seriousness... i hope you are ok... that sounds brutal. get well.

woodchip, I'm not sure whether to laugh, cry, or just wince at that story. In any case, I pity that you had to go through such an experience, and hope with all my being that nothing similar happens to me. I knew there was a reason I hate cats.

It is a story...thankfully not about me.

TheCops wrote:woody.we have had our differences over the years (i contemplate suicide everytime we fight on the dbb).

Funny, I have only orgasmic delerium over the times we have "Butted" heads. (I expect you will be one of the few who understands the full import of what I just said as it takes a certain base mentality to do so).

First, I second roidâ??s assessment of a catâ??s physical ability. I have had cats all my life and they can be very adept at getting into spaces you wouldn't think possible.

Second, as far as the knocking is concerned, I have noticed that my cats like to sleep with their backs against something such as a wall. If your cat does the same thing, he could be sleeping against the wall and wake up to clean himself. I don't know why they do this but they do. In the act of cleaning, they sometimes like to scratch their necks or whatever. They do this with their back legs. It is possible that if he is doing that while leaning against the wall, he could be kicking the wall so it sounds like knocking. I have seen my cats do the same exact thing.

things like that happen if THEY change something in the matrix