Hey, I was hungry

"jmcquown" wrote in

Funny story! But you know, when I was first claimed by Persia the vet
suggested I give her a little water-packed tuna to give her a heartworm
pill. She sniffed at the tuna, turned up her nose and walked off. A cat
that doesn't like tuna!

Nikki doesn't like tuna, neither people tuna nor tuna cat food. She loves
other kinds of fish.

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
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Marina wrote:
"Christopher Havlicek" wrote

Our Irish Setter managed a stealth feat years ago, wherein she stole
and ate 14 pastries that my Czechoslovakian grandmother had made.
(snip)
D pet would
have gotten away with it, but she *knew* she'd done something wrong,
so when my father merely glanced at her, she got all worried
looking.

Isn't it funny how dogs manage to look worried and guilty? Cats? Never!

What a deft d-pet! John is right, a cat would just have expected more
pastries to be placed there for its convenience. I suppose, growing
up with cats, I just learned instinctually never to leave any food
out where they could get at it. Of course, now that I'm a vegetarian,
I don't even have to worry. My Mum seems to have forgotten that rule.
One time, the cats were at my mother's while I was away at a
conference, and Mum had made herself a little evening snack with ham,
mayonnaise and lettuce laid out on a plate. She left it on the
counter while doing something else, and when she got back, of course
the cats had been there. They had thoughtfully disposed of the fatty
stuff and left her the healthy lettuce.

Persia doesn't jump up on counters. But she did snag a hamburger once after
I'd set the tray on the coffee table and turned away for about 10 seconds!
She managed to remove the burger rather deftly and left me with the bun )
Good thing I'd just grilled a whole batch of them or I'd have been
*ticked*... but not for long, it was rather funny. These particular burgers
I make have chopped mushrooms, minced water chestnuts and garlic, teriyaki
sauce and ginger mixed in with the meat. Not your average burger. Persia
has descriminating taste

Jill

I can't
believe I did not hear a can hit the kitchen floor when I was in the
living room. I am really puzzled about this.

Simple answer. He got the mothership to teleport it with the sole reason being
to unnerve the hoomin ;-)

Cheers, helen s


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Nikki doesn't like tuna, neither people tuna nor tuna cat food. She loves
other kinds of fish.

Waffles *adores* fish. Waffles will kill for fish. Yesterday I got a nice treat
for Nathan & me - a lovely big bit of smoked haddock. Vernon doesn't like fish
much, so Nathan and I were happy that this means more for us two.

I poached the fish in milk and in the cooking liquid, I poached eggs. Nathan
and I sat down to a simple but delicious meal of smoked haddock with poached
eggs consumed with lots of fresh crusty bread & butter. YUM. A real treat.

During all of the cooking, a certain one-eyed, black-furred ladycat made sure I
understood, from her wailing and howling, that she was starving as she
obviously hadn't been fed for a whole month and unless I gave her fish *now*
she was about to keel over and die at my feet. What Waffles didn't know is that
I'd kept a bit of fish to one side, especially for her (neither Francis nor
Marble were interested in this treat).

The look on Waffles's little furry face when I put her flaked fish into a bowl
and some extra bits from Nathan's plate and my plate was a delight to see; she
was seriously happy. Eye wide open, ears up and front, whiskers extended to
form a GPS network around her face... purring loudly, she tucked in. With
Waffles you can tell how much she's enjoyed her meal by the time spent washing
her face afterwards. After this meal she spent a full half-hour sitting
purring, and gently washing her face and paws.

Waffles was a happy cat.

Cheers, helen s



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On Fri, 20 Feb 2004 18:04:42 -0600, "jmcquown"
wrote:

Funny story! But you know, when I was first claimed by Persia the
vet suggested I give her a little water-packed tuna to give her a
heartworm pill. She sniffed at the tuna, turned up her nose and
walked off. A cat that doesn't like tuna!

Now *that's* a rare cat. I have known cats that won't touch the
canned tuna cat food, but pop out of the woodwork when I start
thinking about giving them some human grade chunk light tuna in
water
- they like the water best. They also prefer my solid pack white
tuna
- I give then the water and any leftovers, but not whole cans of it.
They get the cheapest human grade and love it. Of course I don't
give them tuna very often, mostly when I'm having some: one can for
me and four to six for the cats, depending on how many are in or
come in and so have to be kept occupied while I eat or they will be
all over me, the chair, the table, and my plate.

The only tuna defense I've ever found is to VERY quickly mix it up
with the stuff for a sandwich (chopped onions, Miracle Whip, shredded
lettuce, lemon pepper, Dorothy Lynch & chopped olives) before the
scent makes it over to the bottomless pits. They still have to inspect
it, but then just give me "one of those looks" and leave.

"dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers" wrote
snippety

During all of the cooking, a certain one-eyed, black-furred ladycat made
sure I
understood, from her wailing and howling, that she was starving as she
obviously hadn't been fed for a whole month and unless I gave her fish
*now*
she was about to keel over and die at my feet.

Well, you know, I think Frank visited her last night, so she was bound to be
hungry after all that... errr. activity. ;o)

What Waffles didn't know is that
I'd kept a bit of fish to one side, especially for her (neither Francis
nor
Marble were interested in this treat).

The look on Waffles's little furry face when I put her flaked fish into a
bowl
and some extra bits from Nathan's plate and my plate was a delight to see;
she
was seriously happy. Eye wide open, ears up and front, whiskers extended
to
form a GPS network around her face... purring loudly, she tucked in. With
Waffles you can tell how much she's enjoyed her meal by the time spent
washing
her face afterwards. After this meal she spent a full half-hour sitting
purring, and gently washing her face and paws.

Waffles was a happy cat.

Happy kitty indeed. Frank wants to know why his hoomin never buys any fish
or other goodies that they could share. I reminded him that I buy both fresh
meat and fresh fish for them ever so often. He says, yes, but that's not as
fun as getting the hoomin's food.

I feel that Frank is getting more querolous and demanding as he gets older.
;o)

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

I feel that Frank is getting more querolous and demanding as he gets older.
;o)


No, no... I *insist* it's the hoomin neglecting her duties. Any implication of
Frank being less than purrfect may result in the necessity of claws being
extended.

Purrs, Waffles
(extending a single long, gleaming, sharp claw as a demonstration)


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On Fri, 20 Feb 2004 21:43:47 -0800, Marina wrote
(in article ):

LOL! Frank once opened one of those snap covers, and I saw him do it, He
lifted the tin by the cover, so the weight of the tin pulled it down, and
Frank's teeth wedged between the cover and the tin helped. Was the cover on
the floor or on the counter? Bruiser is such a character. And he's a
teenager, teenage boys always eat a lot, don't they?

When I wrote the post I still had not found the lid. I finally found it
leaning against the counter on the carpet. So I am thinking he pushed it
off the counter on the living room side of the counter. I don't think it
opened then because I don't see a stain. He pushed it against the
counter where he opened it and left the lid. Then while eating it
migrated about five feet to the kitchen.

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 04:29:41 -0600, "Duke of URL"
macbenahATkdsiDOTnet wrote:

In ,
Ted Davis radiated into the
WorldWideWait:

On Fri, 20 Feb 2004 18:04:42 -0600, "jmcquown"
wrote:

Funny story! But you know, when I was first claimed by Persia the
vet suggested I give her a little water-packed tuna to give her a
heartworm pill. She sniffed at the tuna, turned up her nose and
walked off. A cat that doesn't like tuna!

Now *that's* a rare cat. I have known cats that won't touch the
canned tuna cat food, but pop out of the woodwork when I start
thinking about giving them some human grade chunk light tuna in
water
- they like the water best. They also prefer my solid pack white
tuna
- I give then the water and any leftovers, but not whole cans of it.
They get the cheapest human grade and love it. Of course I don't
give them tuna very often, mostly when I'm having some: one can for
me and four to six for the cats, depending on how many are in or
come in and so have to be kept occupied while I eat or they will be
all over me, the chair, the table, and my plate.

The only tuna defense I've ever found is to VERY quickly mix it up
with the stuff for a sandwich (chopped onions, Miracle Whip, shredded
lettuce, lemon pepper, Dorothy Lynch & chopped olives) before the
scent makes it over to the bottomless pits. They still have to inspect
it, but then just give me "one of those looks" and leave.

Mine start showing up in droves shortly after I make the decision to
have tuna. There are usually at least half a dozen crowded around me
by the time I put the cans down on the counter. Within moments of
opening the first can, I can expect the ones that were hundreds of
feet away outside to be streaming in. If I don't give them enough
tuna in enough bowls to let them all have some without having to crowd
around too few bowls, they climb all over me: while I'm brushing cats
off to the right, others are streaming over my left shoulder and
climbing my left leg - I spend my lunch time fighting off cats, and
some of the cats manage to steal much of my lunch. Enough cats - and
I have enough - can be more than a mere human can manage when tuna is
on offer.

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On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 04:29:41 -0600, "Duke of URL"
macbenahATkdsiDOTnet wrote:

snip
The only tuna defense I've ever found is to VERY quickly mix it up
with the stuff for a sandwich (chopped onions, Miracle Whip, shredded
lettuce, lemon pepper, Dorothy Lynch & chopped olives) before the
scent makes it over to the bottomless pits. They still have to inspect
it, but then just give me "one of those looks" and leave.

Never work around here, as Sammy comes running whenever I open a
kitchen cupboard, just in case. I don't know if it's because she's
looking for a treat, or because she enjoys exploring the cupboard
without having to go through the trouble of opening the door herself.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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