... from Kili, our elderly owner of the house pet. (The photo isn't Kili, but the expression on her face is identical! A tip o' the hat to Midwest Chick for the image.)
In my case, the look isn't because I'm offering her salad: it's because I pulled the wrong container out of the fridge. She expects a dollop of milk and/or half-and-half and/or sour cream now and again, and I didn't produce any of them!
Who's in charge around here, anyway? She knows - it's just that her dumb human servants keep getting it wrong!
Peter
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Rule 1 of cohabiting with cats: NEVER offer them food more than twice in conjunction with a discernible event (i.e. Opening the Fridge) if you don't intend this to become an ongoing activity. They are far smarter animals than the scientist and most vet types give them credit for.
I have experienced this twice. The first time was with a pair of kittens who I offered yogurt to from my finger. This turned into the yogurt tax to be paid when opening any yogurt (or yogurt like) container and persisted for 19 years until the last of the pair passed in 2011. The second is my current void was being a nudge while I was making myself a bologna sandwich. I finally ripped a piece of the Bologna offand presented it to the cat saying "Look, Cats do NOT eat Bologna". Said cat seized the Bologna
(Carpe Bologna!) and ate it purring and growling in feline ecstasy. I now have to deal with cold cut inspection to make sure I am not cheating him out of Bologna.
Yes I am a soft headed idiot for cats, I admit it :-) .
I speak as a survivor of having a cat who quite thoroughly enjoyed the taste of kitty milk that had been warmed up to body temperature in an espresso milk steaming jug (heat up the metal jug first, then pour in a bit of milk). My goodness that cat had nightly expectations!
"A Thousand Pardons Your Highness - We will Do Better In the Future !! "
The two drama queens and single king critique my wife and I constantly. Lord and Master appears perpetually P.O.d, the expression in its eyes cannot tell otherwise.
The current Kat and my's morning routine. I open my bedroom door, stoop to pet Kat, turn on living room lights, pet Kat on the back of the recliner, hobble towards the kitchen, and get out Kat Treats, Kat gets to pick out one from the container while I get a few and spread them on His food bowl mat. NOW I can make myself a cup of coffee.
The current Kat deserves every bit of this sort of thing because He is not psychic like the last one.
Peter, did you know cats are lactose intolerant and shouldn't be given dairy products?
Tell that to the cats . . . they don't care!
LOL, bow before your mistress... LOL
'Tis true. I had a kitten with explosive diarrhea back in the day. Took it to the vet, and his first question was, "Have you given this cat any milk?" When I answered in the affirmative, he explained the lactose intolerance and suggested, if I didn't want to clean the walls anymore, not to feed the kitten any more milk. You've been lucky!
I saw Captain Marvel - I wouldn't mess with a Flurkin. Just saying.
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