A bit of advice Don't put your frosty on the coffee table and leave the room if you have cats. You think I'd know better. *sighs* I really wanted that frosty goodness but now it's Willow's. Damn Cat!
Or the chessy poofs. Or anything with cheese or mayo. (And cheese makes the darned cat sick, but he still wants to eat it.) That's one cat.
Have another cat (ex-alley cat) who will eat *anything* she deems edible. (I think she view her fat as money in the bank, in case she ends up on the street again, or we forget to feed her, she's got something to live on for a while.)
Oh, and mustn't forget Grandpa's dog (whom we inherited.) He was very fat when we got him, he's lost quite a bit of weight, so now he can jump up on the chairs and reach the table a bit. (Chihuahua mix) Of course if it's on the table and we're not there, then we humans must not want it and it's his for the grabbing.
Least I managed to get the chocolate donut holes before he ate them. Stupid dog. He'd managed to pull the little bag down and tore it up, but the donut holes are in one of those little paper trays that some places put french fried potatoes in, so the donut holes were still on the table.
Ya think I'd learn not to leave stuff out where they can get it. But sometimes I hear my mom call, and since she's still new to the walker, I'm worrying that she's calling because she's gonna' fall, so I rush off without putting my food out of reach.
And then I come back and sometimes someone is helping themselves.
Still remember that time way back when we had three different cats. Someone left the bread on the counter. Well, one cat had a bread fetish. So here I come into the kitchen to see the loaf with a cat nibbling at each end, and the third cat eating in the middle. And it was a new loaf too!
Course, there was that time my sister was renting in Little Forest Hills (a neighborhood in Dallas near White Rock Lake) and they had raccoons around. The raccoons would come in the pet door and steal food. There was a young male, and a 'married couple' who would come by the most.
The married couple once opened up the boxes of cereal bars and stole them all. The young male possum pulled loaf of bread off the counter, and dragged it out through the pet door.
Oh, and my sister had a house-mate whose cat liked coffee. The cat was sniffing my coffee. I'm used to animals sniffing my drinks and stuff, so I didn't pay any attention. Next thing I knew, his head was in my cup and he was slurping my coffee.
Actually, no... he was a very old cat. And his human used to let him a little coffee every so often, but he never got hyper from the caffeine. Maybe it kept him going?
Have another cat (ex-alley cat) who will eat *anything* she deems edible. (I think she view her fat as money in the bank, in case she ends up on the street again, or we forget to feed her, she's got something to live on for a while.)
Oh, and mustn't forget Grandpa's dog (whom we inherited.) He was very fat when we got him, he's lost quite a bit of weight, so now he can jump up on the chairs and reach the table a bit. (Chihuahua mix) Of course if it's on the table and we're not there, then we humans must not want it and it's his for the grabbing.
Least I managed to get the chocolate donut holes before he ate them. Stupid dog. He'd managed to pull the little bag down and tore it up, but the donut holes are in one of those little paper trays that some places put french fried potatoes in, so the donut holes were still on the table.
Ya think I'd learn not to leave stuff out where they can get it. But sometimes I hear my mom call, and since she's still new to the walker, I'm worrying that she's calling because she's gonna' fall, so I rush off without putting my food out of reach.
And then I come back and sometimes someone is helping themselves.
Still remember that time way back when we had three different cats. Someone left the bread on the counter. Well, one cat had a bread fetish. So here I come into the kitchen to see the loaf with a cat nibbling at each end, and the third cat eating in the middle. And it was a new loaf too!
Course, there was that time my sister was renting in Little Forest Hills (a neighborhood in Dallas near White Rock Lake) and they had raccoons around. The raccoons would come in the pet door and steal food. There was a young male, and a 'married couple' who would come by the most.
The married couple once opened up the boxes of cereal bars and stole them all. The young male possum pulled loaf of bread off the counter, and dragged it out through the pet door.
Oh, and my sister had a house-mate whose cat liked coffee. The cat was sniffing my coffee. I'm used to animals sniffing my drinks and stuff, so I didn't pay any attention. Next thing I knew, his head was in my cup and he was slurping my coffee.
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Also willow chews electrical cords. We finally went to wireless controllers for the PS2 because he ruined so many controllers
Buffy is our other cat but he thinks he's a dog. He even plays fetch.
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