My original cat (i.e., the first one I owned as an adult) didn’t care about people food at all. Unless you count chunk lite tuna in water as people food. A bowl of Iams and a can of tuna a day was her regimen. I know some say tuna isn’t good for cats, but she lived to age 21, so I don’t think it hurt her.
My other two monsters, sisters born on the streets of Philly, were different though. They both enjoyed Iams and tuna. But Malgato was a chicken fiend, loved a nice steak or roast even though I explained to her that cats don’t eat cows and once even stole the end of an Italian hoagie right out of my hand. Mole was more of a bacon cat, but liked an occasional chicken sample. They were both big fans of milk, ice cream and whipped cream. And ice (had to watch my iced drinks when they were around. They only lived 19 and 18 years respectively.
Haven’t adopted a new one yet. Guess I’m waiting for one to stroll through my door.
