Last night, I made a salad for dinner, with red lettuce, peppers and cucumbers. I also pan-fried a little chicken to put on top. There were a few stray morsels of cooked chicken remaining, so I offered one to Biscuit. The chicken was not marinated or seasoned besides a little salt.
Biscuit: *sniffs*
Me: Look, kitty! Chicken!
Biscuit: I don't want this.
Me: What is wrong with you? Cats love chicken!
Biscuit: *does the fastidious paw-shake of disgust* Yuck. What I'd really like is some of that cucumber you're peeling.
Me: You are the strangest cat I've ever had. Most cats can't wait to have a nice piece of chicken or steak. You want peppers and cucumbers and string beans. *offers Biscuit a thin strip of skinless peeled cuke*
Biscuit: *CHOMP* *SNARF* I'm a vegetarian cat.
Biscuit: *sniffs*
Me: Look, kitty! Chicken!
Biscuit: I don't want this.
Me: What is wrong with you? Cats love chicken!
Biscuit: *does the fastidious paw-shake of disgust* Yuck. What I'd really like is some of that cucumber you're peeling.
Me: You are the strangest cat I've ever had. Most cats can't wait to have a nice piece of chicken or steak. You want peppers and cucumbers and string beans. *offers Biscuit a thin strip of skinless peeled cuke*
Biscuit: *CHOMP* *SNARF* I'm a vegetarian cat.
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Date: 2010-04-29 08:06 pm (UTC)