My best-beloved kitty Shredder (maysherestinpeace) had to have a taste of anything I was eating. And I mean *anything*. If she didn't like it she wouldn't ask for more, but she was determined that she was going to be the one deciding whether it was Cat Treats or not, not me. Trying to refuse was... not successful.
And she liked the *weirdest* things! Like licorice. Fresh Darrel Lea licorice, to be precise. If I was eating it, she had to have a little bit, and if she didn't get that little bit she would ambush me like a ninja, steal a whole strip, run away with it to somewhere secret, eat just a little bit, dribble all over the rest, and leave it oozing black goo all over the carpet. Her methods for stealing sweetened condensed milk were messier. Potato chips, peas, chewy candy, gingernut biscuits...
Ahem. And, er, I'm really sorry I wasn't online, Ickaluv...
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Re: *snerk*
Date: 2005-02-22 11:32 am (UTC)And she liked the *weirdest* things! Like licorice. Fresh Darrel Lea licorice, to be precise. If I was eating it, she had to have a little bit, and if she didn't get that little bit she would ambush me like a ninja, steal a whole strip, run away with it to somewhere secret, eat just a little bit, dribble all over the rest, and leave it oozing black goo all over the carpet. Her methods for stealing sweetened condensed milk were messier. Potato chips, peas, chewy candy, gingernut biscuits...
Ahem. And, er, I'm really sorry I wasn't online, Ickaluv...