I live with cats...
I've lived with cats all my life, we had cats the day I was born, and I don't think I've ever been at most a few months without a cat in my life.
They've all been wonderful, intelligent, intriguing and unique personalities. But one thing I can say beyond a doubt they all had in common, was some weird ass food fetish.
With my darlin Joey; the first kitten all my very own, there is an amusing Christmas story about that, actually there are many Joey stories, but the food thing for Joey was ketchup. He LOVED ketchup, he'd eat anything if it had ketchup on it, french fries, baked beans...
Then there was Taffy, who adored olives, but her REAL passion was Rub A535 - she'd going into slobbering drolling fits all over my Mom's live in BF Ray every Saturday after he came home from the gym/steam room. Ray wasn't much impressed by this.
And Charlie and Occifer, two kittens rescued by my ex husband when we were dating that he brought home to me. I brought the groceries in one day, and needing to rush out again in a hurry I made sure all the meat and cheese was safely absconded away in the fridge. I got back again an hour later to find 3 lbs of mushrooms decimated. Most were eaten or mostly eaten, but there was little button mushroom carnage from one end of my tiny galley kitchen to the other. They got into the cabbage as well, but it was the mushrooms that took the brunt of the assault.
Valentine always liked her little mint candies - she loved to play fetch with them.
These days we live with Ariel (who turned out not to be the lion of God, but the lioness). Ariel loves her carbs. Pizza crusts, mashed potatoes, toast bits, (not too fond of popcorn), and then today we came in with a couple bags of groceries which were set down on the kitchen floor, of course kittens are quickly curious... instantly Ariel found the package of english muffins, and pounced on them in the bag like she was attaking the feather mouse ball we bought for their Christmas stockings that she found before Christmas. She quickly grabbed up the package, and tried desperately to make off with it. We managed to rescue it before it became another victim like the bag of wheat bran that had been in the pantry she'd gotten into, but not without a fight.
I don't know why this is. The above video seems to lead me to believe it's not just me. But maybe I'm 'luckier' than most at finding truly odd cats.
They've all been wonderful, intelligent, intriguing and unique personalities. But one thing I can say beyond a doubt they all had in common, was some weird ass food fetish.
Click to viewWith my darlin Joey; the first kitten all my very own, there is an amusing Christmas story about that, actually there are many Joey stories, but the food thing for Joey was ketchup. He LOVED ketchup, he'd eat anything if it had ketchup on it, french fries, baked beans...
Then there was Taffy, who adored olives, but her REAL passion was Rub A535 - she'd going into slobbering drolling fits all over my Mom's live in BF Ray every Saturday after he came home from the gym/steam room. Ray wasn't much impressed by this.
And Charlie and Occifer, two kittens rescued by my ex husband when we were dating that he brought home to me. I brought the groceries in one day, and needing to rush out again in a hurry I made sure all the meat and cheese was safely absconded away in the fridge. I got back again an hour later to find 3 lbs of mushrooms decimated. Most were eaten or mostly eaten, but there was little button mushroom carnage from one end of my tiny galley kitchen to the other. They got into the cabbage as well, but it was the mushrooms that took the brunt of the assault.
Valentine always liked her little mint candies - she loved to play fetch with them.
These days we live with Ariel (who turned out not to be the lion of God, but the lioness). Ariel loves her carbs. Pizza crusts, mashed potatoes, toast bits, (not too fond of popcorn), and then today we came in with a couple bags of groceries which were set down on the kitchen floor, of course kittens are quickly curious... instantly Ariel found the package of english muffins, and pounced on them in the bag like she was attaking the feather mouse ball we bought for their Christmas stockings that she found before Christmas. She quickly grabbed up the package, and tried desperately to make off with it. We managed to rescue it before it became another victim like the bag of wheat bran that had been in the pantry she'd gotten into, but not without a fight.
I don't know why this is. The above video seems to lead me to believe it's not just me. But maybe I'm 'luckier' than most at finding truly odd cats.