Can Your Cat Play Chess?

Can your cat play chess? I guess it depends on what you mean by “play.” Certainly the cat in this video is playing.

None of my cats ever bothered me at chess, but Henry was almost impossible when it came to Strat-O-Matic Baseball. He had a thing for the little plastic pieces that represented baserunners. He had to have them. All I had to do was take my eye off the game for a moment, and he had ’em. And when I scolded him for it, and forbade him to take any more liberties with my game… he gave me back-talk! Word for word. Sheesh.

9 comments on “Can Your Cat Play Chess?

  1. I wonder whether there’s a black cat on the other side of the board, playing with the white pieces. 🙂

    I don’t play chess (or checkers, for that matter), so I don’t know whether any of my cats would have played a good game. But they all loved to play with jigsaw puzzle pieces. That’s why I don’t do jigsaw puzzles any more. (Sigh.)

    1. It wasn’t just the plumping-himself-down trick that was a problem. It was usually more of a chasing-the-pieces-around-until-they-go under-the-furniture problem. But now that I’ve downsized to a darling little apartment — and “little” is the operative word, although “darling” is an important word as well — I too have no room for a jigsaw puzzle. Iggy has to content himself with the rest of his toy box full of toys.

      Come to think of it, wouldn’t it be fun to tell each other what kinds of toys our various pets play with most? Toys other than ourselves, of course. 🙂

    2. Iggy has settled down to a pink “boink” (a kind of plastic tube like a Chinese finger-lock puzzle) and a cardboard and felt mini-dragonfly as his favorites. He used to like colored coil toys, but he’s lost interest in them. I can’t give him anything with catnip, because he goes berserk and tries to stuff them all the way into his mouth, nearly choking himself. I also can’t let him play with some of his household favorites such as baggie ties (may swallow them) and plastic bags (chews on them and makes himself sick). He does enjoy racing around the apartment or slipping past me into the hallway and making me chase him up and down the hall. So the boink, the dragonfly, and I are his favorite available toys now.

      Of course, he’s 16 years old, so he isn’t as agile as he was as a kitten — but then again, I too am not as agile as I was when I was a youngster of 70. 😉

    3. Plastic bags and cats–oh, no! Missy and Robbie both managed to get their heads stuck in the “handle” of a plastic grocery bag, and went rocketing all over the place before I could finally catch them and release them.

    4. I once thought that the world was ending, but it turned out to be my cat with her head stuck in the “handle” of a plastic bag. It was too loud to have been the end of the world.

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