I have created a monster, and this is she:
Posy has always had a sweet fang: she loves licking icing off a finger, and it is absolutely impossible to open the freezer and scoop ice cream into a bowl without her suddenly appearing by your side to help eat it. She has never once tried anything savory as an extra– not cat treats, and not even tuna water.
So about a month ago I had a can of whipped cream in the fridge, which I don’t usually do, since I prefer the homemade kind. But I had gotten it to eat with a salted caramel sauce on ice cream, and since Posy was there for the ice cream, I gave her a squirt of the whipped cream in her own dish.
That was a mistake.
She literally did not leave the kitchen for about 48 hours after eating the cream. She slept on the mat by the sink, and whenever anyone came in the kitchen she would start begging for cream. Here’s a pic.
Owen gave her artwork to keep her company:
This meant that every time I cooked or prepared a meal, I had a five pound fluff ball begging at my feet and trying to trip me up. So did I make her go cold turkey? No, no I did not. Like a good enabler, I gave her a little puff of whipped cream each day, thus further entrenching her addiction.
It turns out Posy is STUBBORN, and Posy Does. Not. Give. Up. She’s basically become a kitchen cat, except when she gets too exhausted and simply is forced to waddle away and find a better place to get some shut-eye.
And I keep buying the cream now! So she can have her daily squirt! How can one resist this face?
1 comment:
Hilarious! Frances is also a kitchen cat. I have a lovely island for food prep which is really for cats, and she has commandeered it for herself. She has a little dish for her daily dribble of milk, and she has also commandeered a pashmina my mother gave me. My mother tries to take the pashmina away when she comes over, but I always give it back to Frances. She has an inexplicable fondness for Chipotle and will allow him to get onto the island with her and even take her milk, but everyone else gets hissed and swatted away.
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