We have a cat. Okay, we have four cats (not to mention four rabbits, two guinea pigs and two gerbils), but the specific cat in question is a small black cat called Buffy.
Buffy does not eat people food. Our other cats will at least accept some chicken, or some scrambled egg; Fred will eat her way through aluminium foil to get to chicken, in fact. Buffy does not eat people food.
Today, for lunch, because while I want to start eating real food we also need to clean out the cupboards because we're moving again in about a month (love Montreal. Hate everything about this apartment.), I ate a can of ravioli. I had to fight her off with a squirt bottle.
This is the cat who will not eat people food.
I stared suspiciously at the ravioli for a while and decided I wasn't really hungry.
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