This is definitely our Keku…
He’d totally stuff his face, still have it stuffed, and mumble “Any chance there’s more of that chicken?”
It goes without saying that cats are particular…pretty much in every regard. They are incredibly discerning when it comes to food, for one thing.
Oh yes, as babies they ate their broccoli and snap peas – but nowadays its “no, no thank you. Call me when you have shrimp!”
We don’t even have to unwrap the seafood – the mere hint of fishy fragrance and I’m suddenly swarmed by furry black beasts. God forbid they grab a hold, it’s growl central… (Not that I can blame them – my husband makes a mean stirfry!)
I guess I can’t really complain, though – my boys’ nutrition is top-notch! They care about portions (that’s by default – Keku would gladly wolf down a blue whale, provided it smelled remotely edible.)
They also eat clean (also a function of mum, but a girl has to make sure her boys are fit and healthy so they can frolic to their hearts’ content without issue!) They love protein – egg whites, chicken, and shrimp are favorites – just like, you guessed it… Mum. ❤ Way to go, boys!
The only real trouble with it is that I go to sit down in my chair and there’s a cat in it, thinking it’s his seat for dinner…
Despite that this refers to only one day of the year (whereas I experience this around 2 am EVERY morning) I think this meme is adorable…
Without fail, by 2 in the morning I’ve been jumped on and mewed at. By both of our black cats. “MOM, I’m HUNGRYYYY!” would be a fair translation. If not that, it’s Keku saying “you DO know breakfast is coming up, right? I mean, I just want to make sure your don’t forget or anything…”
By 4 or 5 am they’ve been pushed to their limits so the second round of waking me up usually results in silencing the little ninjas…
My Jungle Cats never fit the “can-I’have-that-piece-of-fish” feline stereotype (so much so that I pondered if the whole thing was a made up gross generalization.) I have to say it made dining at home a lot easier. Unless of course I was eating meat.
These days I feel like I’m always ready to pull the water bottle trigger, lest one of the boys abscond with my dinner (I’m looking at you, Musashi!)
But. . .
I’d not change it for the world.
My boys and my hubby (and a few shrimp so I don’t get hangry!) are all I need.
I’ll take having to guard my food as par for the “love-my-boys” course.
Because black panthers are the most spectacular creatures on the planet, hello (and I not-so-secretly am jealous I’m not one myself!) 😉
I mean…just L O O K!
Nature is astounding.
PS…did you ever see that Geico panther ad? 🙂
Seafood for dinner is always an entertaining event in our household. Interestingly, while one of our black cats is essentially a vacuum cleaner when it comes to food, it’s the other – the smaller by 6 pounds, but older by a month or so – samurai cat who goes on high alert when shrimp are being peeled.
I feel like we don’t even have to open the container – he just KNOWS. He lifts his head in the air with staccato’ed sniffs, making certain that he’s smells what he *thinks* he does. And if he is correct, by god, watch your limbs! If he has it in mind that you’ve got a shrimp, he will – claws extended and all – reach out feverishly to check the scene. No matter if you are friend or foe, he’s basically going to slap and growl until he’s fully devoured the thing. Shrimp is the end-all-be-all favorite food of choice for Musashi…
I also happen to love shrimp, as does my husband. He makes the most delicious and healthy stir fry (one I daresay I could devour – in total – on the spot, were I not to stop myself after feeling full.) It’s AMAZING. Full of protein…and incredibly filling. For a clean eater, it’s a dream come true!
Despite the countless items he was keeping track of while cooking (the wok, the roasting vegetables in the oven, the vegetables that had to be added, the seafood that had to be cleaned…) he also took the time to boil a small pot of water to cook two shrimp for the boys. The thoughtfulness of that alone warms my heart – who DOES that?! I took a photo because, even then, he took them out and chilled them on ice…just to be sure they didn’t burn their adorable pink tongues.
Once they had chilled enough, he gave each of them one. Needless to say, Musashi fervently absconded with one, and then managed to snag a less-than-interested Keku’s. Given that Keku will inhale anything food-related, it’s entertaining to see him “pass” on the shrimp, only for the vehemently fixated Musashi to haul off with it, “grrrrr”ing as he goes.
Fortunately, though I AM protective of my food, I didn’t bite or growl myself. But I also – Musashi-like – thoroughly enjoyed my generously-prepared dinner, and felt incredibly grateful to have it.