notes on the evening

[spatch]

Abbie the Cat is my bestest friend in the whole wide world it's true it's true it's true but I still will not share my burger with him and he's not exactly thrilled to hear that so off saunters Mr. Ulterior Motive and I finish my dinner in peace.

Comments

[grendelyn.livejournal.com]

Luckily for him, Mr Harrycat Q. Kittenpants takes very little interest in cheezburgers.

Fish and sausage are another matter entirely, however.

[fancycwabs.livejournal.com]

When in the course of human events, one finds it necessary to make a ham sandwich or a roast beef sandwich or a turkey sandwich, one can be assured that the red cat, the fluffy cat, the stupid cat, and the gray kitty (pictured) will line up to take communion in the form of small, torn off pieces of lunch meat. Take, eat, this is my sandwich, given for you.



Holy mixed metaphors, Batman!

[spatch]

Whoa.

[pecosy.livejournal.com]

Stoopid kitty turns up her nose at red meat for the most part. That doesn't stop her from silently begging for anything she suspects is food. Like when I'm chopping onions, or most recently when I took a bar of soap out of the wrapper. When I held the soap down so she could see it was no tasty treat, she recoiled like it was a small block of sheer horror. Then I moved it closer and she ran away. Kitty does not want to be clean!!

[slakko.livejournal.com]

That sounds like exactly the behaviour which HarryCat exhibits when presented with a jar of mustard.

[spatch]

CAT: Oh hay what is that
PEOPLE: It is something you won't like
CAT: I bet I will like it
PEOPLE: No you won't
CAT: Yes I will
PEOPLE: No you won't
CAT: Yes I will
PEOPLE: No you won't
CAT: Yes I will okay sheesh
PEOPLE: All right, fine, here it is
CAT: GOOD GRAVY WHAT THE HELL IS THAT GET IT AWAY FROM ME NOW NOW NOW
PEOPLE: Told you.
CAT: What

[skeetlj.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Of our three cats, one shows no interest in "people food" at all, one seems to enjoy sniffing and tasting fingers after we've eaten, and the third... he sits as close as possible to the food (on the arm of the couch if it's available, otherwise on the floor next to our feet). He has two tactics: stare intently as if trying to will the food into his mouth, or to act ludicrously affectionate, rubbing against one of us and purring. The instant that the food is gone, he suddenly remembers he has other things to do.