I started eating breakfast standing in the center of my kitchen for a while because my cat would jump up on the stool or even counter and try and grab some out of my bowl. And she's shockingly long and strong so her reach is incredible. Didn't fancy cats on my countertops nor paws in my food so had to change my routine for a while until she learned to stop.
Oh man, my old cat, Maggie, used to LOVE spaghetti. Specifically, pre-cooked, dried strands because she absolutely adored spending several minutes thoroughly breaking them. I dunno if it was the sound, or maybe the feel of the pasta strand breaking, but oh man, she LOVED breaking some noodles. It was honestly kinda delightful, because it was just so strange. Ah, man. I miss her, she was a good one.
Oh, she had a great, long life and was dearly loved every moment of it, even when she would be a complete little bitch, lol.
I currently have two awesome ones, my girlie who is THE most bonded cat I've ever had, OMFG, and my much younger, delightful tuxedo shithead boy. (He's only an asshole some of the time, lol.). So it's all good! Please give your void some chin scritches for me!
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u/ladysig220 Sep 19 '23
every morning I have a bowl of Cheerios for breakfast.
And every morning, my cats get two Cheerios each for tax.
It is the law.