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Owen, who is ‘fully charged’ in this photo guards my catnip leaves I would use for tea.
Rocket, the grand cat, eats pencils, bacon, q-tips and cantaloupe.
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What’s it about cantaloupe and cats? I’ve had 2 who scarf it down. And one who loved pencils; he’d carry them around like a dog with a bone.
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I had an old siamese who had a thing for green olives. Woudn’t eat them, but would bat them around, slobber, and roll on them ala’ catnip.
He had no interest in catnip at all.
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Mine loved to watch them roll. Never could find a pencil when I needed one. When I really needed one I learned to move the sofa.
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In college, I basically survived on frozen pizzas. The cat I had at the time made it crystal clear the only pizza brand she liked was Totinos.
The dog I have now is interested in anything that Human is eating. Except tomatoes. She spits out tomatoes. One if her favorite breakfasts (weekly) is blueberry bagel with cream cheese and a bacon strip. The vet is not thrilled.
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This guy is (like other pets) part Velcro, but only to me - less so to DH and DS. His favorites include peanut butter, cream cheese, spray cheese, Kix cereal, and chickpeas - as well as any meat/poultry/fish tidbits he happens to find. He does not like raw carrots or red bell peppers. We have to bribe him into the crate with “people meat” - currently Costco steak strips (cut into bite sized pieces).
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What a handsome (and well-fed) boy.
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Our cat, Comacho, is a few weeks shy of his 20th birthday and has a personal chef, me. His favorite current dish is a bone-in, skin-on chicken thigh with a little salt rubbed onto the bottom and under the skin, then blasted in our Breville toaster oven at 480 for about 30 minutes. The skin puffs, browns and crisps and the flesh is moist. Like Peking duck, he likes it served in courses. First the skin broken into manageable crackly bits. Then the moistest parts of the flesh (closest to the bone), diced. If I made him soup from the bones he’d undoubtedly drink that down too, at the end, but I haven’t taken him there yet.
Next to chicken Comacho likes strings and rubbery things. My wife has had to hide all her shawls from him, and the tops of many of the pieces on my daughter’s modernist, minimalist rubber chess set were nibbled at by him before we discovered his passion for the game.
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And they say people spoil their pets. If that were true Camacho would obviously know the wonders of a nice chicken soup.
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A bit off topic, okay way off topic.
My daughter is about to come home for awhile, with her cat. We would like to hold off on the cat taking over, and are in the market for a barrier.
Something like this.
Anyone have any experience with something like that?
$389.00 on Chewy 
Dang. I’ve got one I should have named Houdini. He can open all my doors (they’re lever handles). And his late predecessor could do the same thing. Broke my front door handle by hanging on it like a trapeze. Mercifully, he could only escape into the building hall. I could have used this! Now I just improvise blocking egress with panels of flattened cardboard crates. It’s inelegant and sometimes not terribly effective. Hey, it’s only money (well, that’s what the cats tell me).
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Parker loves corn products. Popcorn. Corn chips. Nothing is safe.
He is also keen on pizza.
But, at the end of the day, he has simple tastes. Like, house flies.
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Finnegan is my Champion Fly Swatter/Eater. He’s leapt high into the air and caught them and then swallows them. I swear I heard one buzzing in his belly one year.
He also caught and killed a stink bug one year. That wasn’t fun.
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Mine were expert spider detectors. If I saw two cats sitting together staring at the wall, I knew a spider had made its way into the house. They would patiently wait until the spider worked its way down the wall to within their range. 
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I have often commented to my BF that if we’d had time to really get to know Parker before we named him, I would have called him Renfield.
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Funny . . .When I first got one of my cats I named her Mardi Gras (she looked like she was wearing a mask). After the second or third time she tried to kill me I changed it to Malgato and it stuck for the next 18 years.
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I know one of those…
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I know!
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Mine had the second name NoNoBadCat during his misspent youth. It still applies.
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Our public radio station used to have for their spring fundraiser finale a contest called ‘Pet Wars’. Members would pledge in honor of their pets. One wonderfully named honoree, ‘No-No-Bad-Cat-Rudy’ was a regular for many wonderful years. Now the contest is called ‘Pet Playoff’. I love the ‘No-No’ name.
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