― mark s, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Norman Phay, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
He will basically eat anything except 9 lives cat food.
― Nicole, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kerry, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
ok this wuz a bit unusual, but female lions chase away vain layabout males from pride as they happily snack on the wee ones when the queue at the gazelle-counter = too long
― Gale Deslongchamps, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Andrew L, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Josh, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dbini, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Bill, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kerry, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
To get to the hardware store from Jacob’s building, you walked down Beach toward campus, cut right on Grove, took the curve of University past the library, and turned onto Center, where the shops and the cafes were. You passed the outdoor seating at the Bluffs, circled the fountain by Goswell’s, then entered through the next pair of double doors, after which you would come face to face with Benjamin Parrish. Ben Parrish was missing two fingers on his right hand, held a cigar with the remaining three, and had never in recent memory admitted to being wrong about any hardware-related question.
“Thing about a mouse,” he said, “thing about a mouse is they don’t like cheese like people they don’t deal with mice are always thinking. Sure, they go for cheese, don’t get me wrong—but people think big hunk of cheese and the mice get crazy. Thing about a mouse is he’s not crazy about cheese—--that’s your cartoons, see. That’s a little kid story, where cats like cream and mice are with the cheese, and dogs chase cats chasing birds and mice, typical stuff. But you tell me something, you tell me honestly you’ve ever had a cat.”
Jacob said he’d lived with someone once, over on the mainland, who had a cat.
“Super,” Parrish said. “And now you tell me, you tell me in your recollection of that cat from once upon a time, you tell me that cat got any more excited and up in the air about a bowl of cream or a mouse and a fish than it did over a plain old bowl of your plain old dry cat food like any cats eat every other day. You follow me?”
Jacob did. He could remember offering the cat a piece of salmon that had fallen out of a sushi roll. The cat had sniffed it, licked it, and then wandered off, monumentally uninterested.
He looked around the store. There wasn’t a single young person there- -—only middle-aged men wearing puffy synthetic jackets and tucked-in button-down shirts. They all looked like people who “knew better,” people who could tell you Stories about sailing vessels and underage Third World seamstresses they’d fallen in love with.
“So here’s what you’re going to do,” Parrish said, between chews on the end of his unlit cigar. “You’re going to go and you get yourself a candy bar. Plenty of peanuts in there, you make sure. Not just a hunk of peanuts--—not one where they’ve got solid peanuts from here to there and they glue it all over itself with little squirts of caramel or something. What I’m saying is I’m saying something with some chocolate, and maybe a little nougat so it’s soft and it crumbles easy. Because this isn’t a big mouse, is it?”
― fictional interlude guy, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
What my cat Spangle didn't like to eat: poached fish in its water liquidized up and put in a syringe (this is what we tried to feed her when she wouldn't eat when she was dying). Aw. In memorium, Spangle.
― Ellie, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― rosemary, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― toraneko, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Emma, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Lions = evil, bonkers and not that cute member of otherwise cute and lovely, if somewhat devious, cat family. (They kill cheetah and leopard cubs = they are evil.)
I wrote, as usual, a hugely overlong and tedious answer and am too annoyed at my inability to keep stuff brief to post it. So here's a shorter, completely different answer. (More of an answer to "what does your cat chew the edges of", i.e. anything left unattended, than what she eats, but hey.)
― Rebecca, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ellie, Tuesday, 15 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Tuesday, 15 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
spaghetti = cooked obv, and chopped up
― mark s, Sunday, 20 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
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― electric sound of jim, Sunday, 20 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Curt, Sunday, 20 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dr. C, Monday, 21 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― XStatic Peace, Monday, 21 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 21 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Rick, Monday, 25 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
My cat bit through the right side of my nose this morning to wake me up. I screamed and held my face. He DID A PRANCE, then ran out of the room.
― roxymuzak, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:10 (eighteen years ago)
Can I say, it is normal for him to gently bite my nose to wake me up in the morning. This level of ferocity is, however, unprecedented!
― roxymuzak, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:11 (eighteen years ago)
i'm pretty sure my cat wants to eat me. she eats everything, including paper bags. she doesn't like onions though.
― bell_labs, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:13 (eighteen years ago)
Cats have problems with onions! She should not eat them.
― roxymuzak, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:15 (eighteen years ago)
my cat does not even eat kitty treats! he just eats the dry food, and sometimes he eats the wet food. usually i end up throwing most of the wet food away; he just likes to lick the liquid from the outside and leave the rest of it to dry out and wither. he does not like any human food.
― ian, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:16 (eighteen years ago)
One of my cats hates tuna, but will eat a single Cheerio.
― roxymuzak, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:17 (eighteen years ago)
sometimes my cat looks at me like i'm a giant chipmunk or something. i think she's torn between keeping me around to feed her and wanting to kill me and eat me.
― bell_labs, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:19 (eighteen years ago)
Cats have problems with human noses! Not problems with eating them; they just find them problematic in general.
― Aimless, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:33 (eighteen years ago)
when my cat is hungry, I will wake up in the morning with her sitting a foot from my face, intently staring at me. It's really unsettling.
― kenan, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:39 (eighteen years ago)
i had a cat that was bonkers for broccoli - she was v well behaved and never tried to steal human food - unless it was broccoli in which case she'd jump up on the stove knock the lid off the steamer and fish out as much as she could
― jhøshea, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:40 (eighteen years ago)
wow!
― roxymuzak, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:40 (eighteen years ago)
my cat gertrude LOVES turkey lunch meat. once, we gave her a bit too much and she became constipated. it was the saddest thing i'd ever seen.
also, my other cat, biff, likes to poke things like mashed potatoes, but not eat them.
― molly mummenschanz, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:41 (eighteen years ago)
One of my cats isn't eating anything lately, so we've had to force-feed her so that she doesn't get fatty liver and die. Plus, she had a massive nosebleed this morning.
― libcrypt, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:45 (eighteen years ago)
oh no! poor kitteh!
― molly mummenschanz, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:46 (eighteen years ago)
We are hoping it is just a bad cold (the vet said she has a bad sinus infection). But she's 17 and has never been terribly healthy since she was rescued as a stray.
― libcrypt, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:49 (eighteen years ago)
Is she on medication? Poor thing. Kitty nosebleed! That's terrible. I hope she gets better ASAP.
We have a mildly sickly stray cat we've adopted too (her breathing is a bit off sometimes). Well, all (3) cats were rescues, but Stella was taken off the street near our house. I sometimes feel bad that she isn't as healthy as she could be, but Mr. Pike points out that she wouldn't have even lasted the winter if we didn't take her.
Anyway, hope your kitty feels better.
― molly mummenschanz, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:56 (eighteen years ago)
She's not the only one who had a nosebleed this morning.
(jk libcrypt, that's terrible and I hope she gets well v. v. soon)
― roxymuzak, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:58 (eighteen years ago)
I know a cat that is way into tomatoes.
― Jordan, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 17:59 (eighteen years ago)
Our sick cat is getting meds for the sick and every kind of expensive food and treats she has ever been known to enjoy, but she's just not eating them. Doesn't help that she's a picky eater: She likes (human) tuna and bonito fish flakes and not much else.
― libcrypt, Tuesday, 16 October 2007 18:03 (eighteen years ago)