Here is a post about spoiled cats from May of 2016 for Throwback Thursday.
At dinnertime in our house, Chris is, surprisingly, our best behaved cat. Last night I was cooking steak and they all lined up waiting for it to be done because they know I am a sucker and will give them some.
Frankie is the worst. He will just steal a big chunk of meat off my plate and eat it with no remorse.
Puck is a little better than Frankie but Puck is all about food, always has been. That is part of the reason we named him Puck. Think Wolfgang.
Chris, and to some degree Puck, are dainty eaters when it comes to meat. They don’t like large chunks so I have to make sure they have little pieces. It is like I am feeding babies instead of full-grown carnivores.
Frankie could live in the wild and probably did. He has no trouble scarfing down big chunks of steak.
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We’re lucky because Teddy will not eat ANY “people food” – absolutely nothing!
I agree. I see no point in having cats if I can’t spoil them.
That’s right. 🙂
Spoiled kitties! I laugh, though, because every cat I’ve had had quirks that I had to indulge after the mistake of indulging the cat once.
Now that I am out of a job, I have been taking Frankie for walks more. He, in turn, demands walks more.
Uh oh! They never forget what they like.
I can’t blame them.
…or what they don’t like, too!
I envy them sometimes.
I would have bet my house on Chris being the most voracious eater of steak.
He looks that way but Chris is a dry food junkie.