What wierd things does your cat demand?

Murphy isn't big on cheese, but Khuay loves a little sample of string cheese. Khuay is a flame point Siamese and is the crazy cat in the household. He likes the cheese warmed though so that he can slurp it like spaghetti. He's a total riot! ROTFL. He manages to do something crazy every day. This morning, while I was still in bed; he walked up between my legs, up my chest, stood with his nose on my nose, and looked me in the eye and meowed once, turned around and walked back the same way he came up. When he got to the end of the bed he flopped down and went back to sleep. I would love to know what went on in that crazy little mind of his! I love how you spoil your little tuxedo. I had a Rottweiler that I named Kitty just to torture the neighbor that lives next door. It was so much fun to go outside and holler "here kitty kitty kitty" and have 6 cats and a large dog come running much to my neighbor's annoyance. Keep spoiling your little guy, and hug him for me and my four little bosses.

Abby (one of the dogs) love yogurt which is wonderful as it keeps the gas emissions to a minimum. The cats don't care for it though. Today I had a bowl of potato chips sitting on my work table and I went to the bathroom. As I was coming back down the hallway I heard a "crunch,CRUNCH,{b]CRUNCH[/b]". I thought it was one of the dogs who had managed to sneak the bowl down. I was shocked to find Khuay (one of the cats) happily chomping down tater chips! He gave me a look as if to say "isn't it normal for us to like potato chips?" and kept crunching. Don't you love the way that our wonderful furry companions can con us out of things that they feel are super yummy? Murphy is one of the best con artists I've ever owned!

A certain calico used to steal chips from me. She was absolutely shameless in her potato chip quest. More than once, I found her with her fuzzy little face in my potato chip bag. I'd sort of forgotten that until you mentioned your cat eating potato chips; she's been gone for more than a year, and I'd forgotten some of her little quirks.

You're as bad as I am when it comes to spoiling your four footed furry friends (or in my case fiends). Khuay had burned his paws on the wood burning stove just after I got him; and while he was recovering I would spoon feed him, on my bed. I also carried him to the litter box and back to the bed, brought him fresh water (warmed of course), and brought him cream (no coffee or sugar please). Come to think of it, no wonder why my cats are spoiled! But I felt so awful that he burned his feet that I worked overtime to make it up to him. Fortunately it wasn't a deep burn and as soon as it happened I soaked them in cold water for a good 20 minutes. The burn didn't turn out as badly because I kept my head and soaked his feet. It was still painful for him but not as deep a burn or as desperate as it could have been. I also applied Aloe to them three and four times a day. What surprised me was that he didn't try to wash off the Aloe...possibly because it was directly from the plant. I'm going to be heart broken when Murphy passes on the Bridge. She has been such a love and so understanding and just like the character, Murphy Brown, she has been whiny and demanding. But at 18 she should get her own way. At least you're not spoon feeding Solo. But the wet food can be lapped up and there is more flavor and the "gravy" (for lack of a better term) is so tasty. Khuay doesn't care for the canned food, but loves the liquid that the food has around it. He also loves the gravy around the Old Roy canned dog food from Wal Mart. I have some of the cutest pictures of his head stuffed in the dog food can. Be honest people, how many of us kitty lovers can resist spoiling those cute little kitty faces?

Oh, another one of Murphy's favorites is mayonnaise! I can't make a sandwich without having her right there demanding her mayo! If I don't give her a little dab she attacks my sandwich, eating bread, mayo and whatever else is there. I made a sandwich one day without giving her mayo, I went to the bathroom before I was going to sit down and eat and came back to find that she had eaten a eighth of the sandwich bread and all!! Then she had the guts to sit by the plate and smirk and burp! LOL, she truly runs the house.

"smirk and burp"...too cute!

I have always had a soft spot for Siamese, and very seldom have not had one. Murphy was a rescue, and when we were getting her from the dog pound 17 1/2 years ago the owner called (after all the paperwork was finished) wanting her cat back. It turns out that Murphy is a $1500 cat with a pedigree. Pedigrees don't mean a thing to me, it's the love shared between us that makes a difference. Murphy's meow is more like a rusty hinge rather than a baby's cry. And when she is demanding something it is like a owl with laryngitis than a cat's cry. Khuay, a flame point Siamese, discovered potato chips the other day. I was working in my work shop cutting out teddy bears when I heard the bag rattling. I looked and there was Khuay's back half outside of the bag while the front part was inside crunching down potato chips. This morning, while I was waking up, Khuay came up and nudged my right arm, so I moved it and he curled up in between my ribs and my arm and took a nap. He is such a love and such an entertaining crazy critter. He is a favorite on the lot for the tales of his escapades. If he hasn't done it it isn't worth being done. Willy is Khuay's brother. I found both of them being given away outside our local Wal Mart store. It was in July and soooo hot! It was around 110 degrees. I took both kittens as I hated thinking of their going to a family who didn't understand Siamese. I had the girls who were giving away the kittens hold the pair for me while I raced back in the store to get a box and something to carry the kittens in, as with it being 110 degrees I didn't want to leave them in the car while I went into the grocery store. I bought a canvas bag, collected my new room mates, and hopped in the car. My boyfriend (now fiance) Bill was in the car, and was happy to welcome the new members of the family. He was concerned about the kittens being in the car while we were in the store, so I told him what was going to happen. We got to the grocery store and I loaded the kittens in the tote bag and we went inside to do our shopping. Khuay curled up on the bottom of the bag and slept through the store, but Willy was more adventurous and hung over the side of the bag watching everything that was going on. He had to stand on his brother to view the outside world, which was fine with both of them. When we got to the check out he proceeded to hop out of the bag and get on the conveyor to get checked out. The cashier was a bit shook because she didn't know that they were selling kittens. But she picked him up, petted him and then weighed him and handed him back. (He tipped the scales at a whole 7 ounces...he now is a fly weight at 22 pounds!) That's how the pair came into my life. There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not glad that I got them. The rest of the clan, Dinglebeary (a MaineCoon cat) Abby (a pit lab mix) Little Bit (a rescued mini Dachshund) and C.D. (another rescued mini Dachshund) all share my home and my love. I can't understand people that don't love animals. They miss out on such joy and unconditional love for the animals in their lives. Sure there may be some extra dirt from their hair and from their going outside, but that is small change in comparison to the millions of dollars worth of love and caring that they give to you. Have you ever given your little girl Siamese fresh cat nip? My crew loves it! It's easy to grow and I harvest them a batch once a week during the summer and once a month during the winter months. I have two pots and a patch planted in the ground near the front door. The fresh cat nip is a lot stronger than the dried stuff and they not only roll in it, but they will eat it which is great for their digestion and also supplies them with nutrients that they don't get from their food. When Khuay gets fresh cat nip his eyes cross even worse! It's almost so bad that it is like they swap sockets. Murphy gets her whiff and will go off to one of her perches and take a nap. Dinglebeary and Willy will eat their way through the nip and then saunter off like it hasn't affected them. Even the dogs will get into the fresh cat nip. It doesn't affect Abby or Little Bit, but C.D. will go nuts and race through the house like a mad dog. He makes about three passes and then will flop on the floor and wave his legs like crazy. Then he goes to his bed and sleeps off the high. Hug your critters for me, I will give each of my kids a hug from you. Have a great day!

Murphy doesn't get a lot of the cream, and I figure that with her being nearly 18 years old a little whipped cream in her diet won't do her too much harm. It's the only special thing that she begs for so I can't refuse her. She also is one of my rescue cats. I got her from our local animal shelter. She was 6 months old when I adopted her, and the person who dropped her off didn't bother to lock the cage she was in. Of course she escaped and the staff had a heck of a time capturing her. She had 6 huge men chasing her all over their two acre establishment. It took three days to capture her, and the poor thing was terrified. Then come to find out, the gal's boyfriend (who had dumped the cat at animal control after she bit him in self defense) had been regularly abusing her and tormenting her unmercifully. It took me two years to get her to trust anyone other than me, and she never has gotten over being terrified of big men. She also can't stand the cat toys that are on the end of a stick and you wave them around for the cat to play with...I bought one for the cats and when she saw it she raced from the room and hid under the bed shaking for all she was worth. With reactions like that I figure some sugar (which I buy the whipped cream that is light in sugar content) and whipped cream is a nice trade off. Thank you for worrying about my little old lady, it's great that there is someone else that is so concerned about the older generation. ;-)

I thought that the whipped cream was bad enough, but Willy has decided that he loves pulled pork! I did pulled pork last weekend and when I tried to eat sandwiches from it he wouldn't leave me alone! He'd buzz off when I gave him some. But each time I had some of the pork he was back nagging. Talk about spoiling my cats! It's interesting that they like butternut squash. I honestly hadn't heard of a cat liking squash of any sort, it must be that the cook is so great!