She HAD to eat the butter. NOBODY HAS FED HER IN THREE MILLION YEARS, YOU GUYS. LOOK AT THAT TRAGIC STARVED BEATEN LITTLE FACE. SHE WAS FORCED TO CLIMB THE TREACHEROUS SLOPES OF THE MATTERHORN IN A HOWLING BLIZZARD ONTO THE TABLE IN SEARCH OF SUSTENANCE. TO SURVIVE.
This is Asterix. There are not as many pictures of him as there are of my other cat because he won't hold still.
Asterix has spent the last few weeks attempting to Occupy the kitchen table.
Why should the 99% eat kibble, when the 1% eat pears and cheese and meat and potatoes and raspberries and such?
This is Speak. He frustrates Asterix because he refuses to be in solidarity and consensus. Speak thinks that many things humans eat smell good, but refuses to eat them--he thinks that kibble and kibble-textured cat treats are the only food there is, and cannot understand how all those wonderful smells are emanating from "non-food" items.
They wish you to know that they have never been fed.
Ever.
Edited (wow, the original pic totally had my address in it!) Date: 2011-11-08 05:51 pm (UTC)
This is Speak. He frustrates Asterix because he refuses to be in solidarity and consensus. Speak thinks that many things humans eat smell good, but refuses to eat them--he thinks that kibble and kibble-textured cat treats are the only food there is, and cannot understand how all those wonderful smells are emanating from "non-food" items.
My cat The Senator is the same way!
Madame is currently agitating for more kibble in her full kibble dish, and the right to sniff at minimum delicately lick all food like items humans consume.
So Madame will yowl her head off for eggs. Morning can be a situation. One time I added some fresh thyme to my eggs, and offered her some. She recoiled in horror, yowled and left the room. She returned, mimed scratching dirt over the eggs, yowled again and left.
Her disdain and rage led to me giving her some cheese grits which she accepted with grace.
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Date: 2011-11-08 05:50 pm (UTC)This is Asterix. There are not as many pictures of him as there are of my other cat because he won't hold still.
Asterix has spent the last few weeks attempting to Occupy the kitchen table.
Why should the 99% eat kibble, when the 1% eat pears and cheese and meat and potatoes and raspberries and such?
This is Speak. He frustrates Asterix because he refuses to be in solidarity and consensus. Speak thinks that many things humans eat smell good, but refuses to eat them--he thinks that kibble and kibble-textured cat treats are the only food there is, and cannot understand how all those wonderful smells are emanating from "non-food" items.
They wish you to know that they have never been fed.
Ever.
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Date: 2011-11-08 06:00 pm (UTC)My cat The Senator is the same way!
Madame is currently agitating for more kibble in her full kibble dish, and the right to sniff at minimum delicately lick all food like items humans consume.
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Date: 2011-11-08 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-08 06:22 pm (UTC)The Senator caught on camera
And Madame's face demanding delicious eggs.
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Date: 2011-11-08 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-08 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 01:18 am (UTC)LOOK AT THOSE FACES?
HOW COULD I DENY THAT FACE CHEESY EGGS?
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Date: 2011-11-08 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 01:20 am (UTC)ALSO CONSTANTLY DEPRIVED OF LOVE
So Madame will yowl her head off for eggs. Morning can be a situation. One time I added some fresh thyme to my eggs, and offered her some. She recoiled in horror, yowled and left the room. She returned, mimed scratching dirt over the eggs, yowled again and left.
Her disdain and rage led to me giving her some cheese grits which she accepted with grace.