I'm convinced my cat can read my mind. She doesn't let on very often, but sometimes it's just uncanny.
Yesterday I was sighing over splitting a can of alphabet soup with my daughter yet again and was toying with making tunafish sandwiches instead. But I hate draining the juice into a bowl for the cats, you get your fingers all full of tuna and it's so unpleasant. I was mentally turning back to alphabet soup when my calico cat charged in the kitchen, meowing aggressively. She even jumped up on the counter and head butted me.
Now, normally we don't see hide nor hair of her during the day while she gets her beauty sleep. I hadn't touched the can of tuna or even finished picking up the can opener out of the drawer - and there she was, head butting me into making tunafish sandwiches.
She only slips and makes it obvious every once in a while, but I'm convinced she knows what I'm thinking (and probably doesn't care unless it involves tuna).
We're on to them. Come on and share, anyone else have psychic pets?