Jodi Thompson's comment about her cat, Gaia, and her love of bacon reminded me of some things my cats enjoyed eating.
Pogo (left) and Scheckter
Scheckter, the late Gingerbear King, and his brother, Pogo (Chubbosaurus Orange) were particular about their food. Chicken, tuna and bacon tempted them from the human plates but that was it. They had strict standards. "We're cats," they harumphed, "we eat cat food or the prey we catch." Scheckter did expand his menu to include steak in his last two years, along with salmon and mashed potatoes, but he remained mostly faithful to Pogo's lead about what a proper cat should consume. Scheckter never really got the habit of eating his prey, either.
Jade, who lived through nine lives and twenty-one years, loved peas. I'm a pea fan so my wife made them for me. Jade would be right there, yelling for her share. Lima beans also delighted her, repulsing my wife, who believes that peas and lima beans aren't meant for human diets.
Eggs also excited Jade. My wife is a fan of eggs for any meal. She enjoyed indulging Jade's passion for eggs. Besides those foods, Jade wolfed down mashed potatoes, sardines, and the traditional feline favorites -- chicken, turkey and bacon. Jade was also a cheese fan. You could not put a cheese plate down without her stealing a few bits. She knew better than to just get up and start eating. She'd select a piece, sneak away, eat it and return for more.
Sammy, Rocky, and Bug were all willing to eat anything offered to them, or at least sniff and lick it to confirm whether it was worth eating. They were all polite about it, sitting down and looking up at each with luminous, patient eyes. No meowing for them; that would have been undignified.
Rocky loved Half & Half. We didn't use it but bought it by the case as a daily treat for his consumption. He had a unique way of asking for it, not quite mewing but nodding at you while issuing a soft grunt.
Rocky at sixteen, and his poor damaged eyes and ear.
Crystal, our Bombay Black rescue, was the biggest hoot. She was a triple S - shy, sweet and sneaky. She loved powder sugar donuts. Excelling at appearing innocent, the white powdered sugar all over her velvety black mouth and front paws betrayed her thefts.
Hot dogs were on her list of things to eat and she was quite adept at capturing one of those and making off with it. Best of all, hot dogs didn't leave any evidence except her satisfied look as she washed her face and paws. Cheese wasn't safe around her. Nor was popcorn. Steak. Any sort of lunch meat. Chicken. Turkey. Bacon. Eggs. French fries. Potato chips. Pizza. Butter of any sort.
This current group of companions, Tucker, Lady and Quinn, do not go after food like the rest. Of the three, Lady will think nothing of jumping up on a table, heading for a plate and starting to eat whatever smells good. Quinn and Tucker will ask for a bite, with Tucker forcing a meow out while Quinn softly coos. They're fond of turkey lunch meat and any cheese so I share those with them whenever I eat them.
Sure, they've all been spoiled. Why else have them as companions if you're not going to spoil them?
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com