Seems mighty chummy with the dog all of a sudden.
Unexplained calls to F. Lee Baileyís 900 number on your bill.
He actually *does* have your tongue.
You find a stash of "Feline of Fortune" magazines behind the couch.
Cyanide pawprints all over the house.
You wake up to find a birdís head in your bed.
As the wind blows over the grassy knoll in downtown Dallas, you get a faint whiff of catnip.
Droppings in litter box spell out "REDRUM."
Catch him with a new mohawk looking in the mirror saying, "Mew looking at me? Mew looking at me?"
Takes attentive notes every time "Itchy and Scratchy" are on.
You find blueprints for a Rube Goldberg device that starts with a mouse chased into a hole and ends with
flaming oil dumped on your bed.
Has taken a sudden interest in the wood chipper.
Instead of dead birds, leaves cartons of Marlboros on your doorstep.
Ball of yarn playfully tied into a hangmanís noose.
You find a piece of paper labeled "MY WIL" which says: "LEEV AWL 2 KAT."
... and the Number 1 Sign Your Cat May Be Planning to Kill You ...
Now sharpens claws on your carís brake lines.
- Author Unknown