Sandwich Radar

Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went into
the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet, waiting for
his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

--Fil

Enfilade wrote:
Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went into
the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet, waiting for
his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

--Fil

LOL! It's so funny how they know. Doesn't have to be the can opener; they
just *know*. Persia comes running at the sound of anything that crinkles,
be it the bread bag, aluminium foil, waxed paper... God forbid I open the
wax bag inside a box of Cheese Nips or other crackers. She's crazy about
Cheese Nips and will swipe one out of my hand if I don't pay attention,
despite my attempts to keep them away from her. I don't want to have to
repeat the kitty Heimlich!

Jill

Sandwich radar, hell my cats have KITCHEN radar


hehehehehe


Kristi

Enfilade wrote:
Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went into
the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet, waiting for
his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

--Fil

Lizzie used to be like this, when we first brought her home. Until DH was
making a shaved-ham sandwich, and let Lizzie eat as mucu of the ham as her
tummy would hold. Half an hour later, she urked it up on our bed. Lizzie
has had no interest in people-food since then. Only eats food from her
dish. On occasion, she will eat from Weeble's (if I don't respond and fill
her dish as quickly as she demands). Will not eat gooshey food, only likes
crunchies - chicken flavored ones at that (but we do mix diet food with it
in her bin, so it all smells the same by the time it gets to her food dish).

Moe, however, has to have her own plate or bowl whenever we eat. She
*always* wants a taste of what we have. Moe the Moocher is one of her
nicknames


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"jmcquown" wrote in message
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Enfilade wrote:
Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went into
the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet, waiting for
his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

--Fil

LOL! It's so funny how they know. Doesn't have to be the can opener;
they
just *know*. Persia comes running at the sound of anything that crinkles,
be it the bread bag, aluminium foil, waxed paper... God forbid I open the
wax bag inside a box of Cheese Nips or other crackers. She's crazy about
Cheese Nips and will swipe one out of my hand if I don't pay attention,
despite my attempts to keep them away from her. I don't want to have to
repeat the kitty Heimlich!

Jill



I think this is akin to the pillbottle radar that sends hyperthyroid
Buddha slinking off to hiding places before I can give her the
pills!

in article , jmcquown at
wrote on 3/3/05 4:59 PM:

Enfilade wrote:
Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went into
the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet, waiting for
his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

--Fil

LOL! It's so funny how they know. Doesn't have to be the can opener; they
just *know*. Persia comes running at the sound of anything that crinkles,
be it the bread bag, aluminium foil, waxed paper... God forbid I open the
wax bag inside a box of Cheese Nips or other crackers. She's crazy about
Cheese Nips and will swipe one out of my hand if I don't pay attention,
despite my attempts to keep them away from her. I don't want to have to
repeat the kitty Heimlich!

Jill


My Dad could bite into a square of cheddar cheese, sans dentures, and the
cats would come from the far reaches of the house. That always tickled him.

Of course, a sensitive nose never hurts the Hoomin Food Hunter. =o)

Melissa

On 3 Mar 2005 14:47:35 -0800, (Enfilade)
wrote:

Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went into
the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet, waiting for
his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

That sounds like Scout and Silver's 'dairy product' radar... they get
to lick the lid of any container of dairy stuff (yoghurt or pudding)
that we open. They were rather disgusted tonight - I made real rice
pudding this afternoon and I thought they'd love it but apparantly
they hate cinnamon. They sniffed the bowl and turned their backs on it
in disgust! Anyway, all you have to do is to pick up a yoghurt
container and they come running...
~Karen aka Kajikit
Crafts, cats, and chocolate - the three essentials of life
http://www.kajikitscorner.com
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Mary wrote:
"jmcquown" wrote in message
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Enfilade wrote:
Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went
into the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang
from my
lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"
--Fil

LOL! It's so funny how they know. Doesn't have to be the can
opener; they just *know*.
Jill

I think this is akin to the pillbottle radar that sends hyperthyroid
Buddha slinking off to hiding places before I can give her the
pills!

Oh, when I had to pill Persia after her bladder surgery I had to make a
grand presentation of NOT getting pills out of the bottle. Any noise to
cover it up, and then act all nonchalant (with pill in hand). Scritches.
Love my Persia! Sneak attack - oh, yeah, you're getting this pill!

Jill

On Thu 03 Mar 2005 05:47:35p, Enfilade wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
. com):

Last night I was working on the computer and Smokey was
poke-poke-pokin' on my lap, all folded into a meatloaf. DH went
into the kitchen. Suddenly, Smokey tensed right up, then sprang
from my lap and beelined into the kitchen.

I called out, "Are you making a sandwich?"

DH answers, "Yeah, I just opened the breadbag and got the
knife."

"Smokey's sandwich radar picked up on it."

Sure enough, DH looks down and there's Smokey at his feet,
waiting for his "sandwich tax."

(Smokey gets a bite of each sandwich made in this house.)

--Fil


LOL! I'm impressed. It takes my kitties the sound of a knife
touching a mayonaise jar to know there is a sandwich in the making.
This gang all gets a taste of some lunchmeat when I make a
sandwich, too. Mixed results. Bonnie is a "dry food junkie" but
will occasionally eat ham. Scarlett has decided she loves ham.
Shamrock loves ham but usually has it stolen from him by Scarlett.
Rhett doesn't like ham.

--
Cheryl