Dept. of Cats. They're Weird.
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kaffy_rNotes From Opie Land
Over the last three days, I've discovered that Opie, our 14-year-old ginger kitty loves Marmite. I mean, he looooves Marmite. I discovered this while I was indulging my own love of the stuff (WHAT??!?) over the weekend.
He came up to where I was seated on the livingroom couch and began sniffing at my Marmite-smeared saltine crackers (WHAT!?!??) with the kind of obsessive focus he normally reserves for ... well, he doesn't normally have much obsessive focus for human food. Or he didn't until now. I put some on my fingers, which he proceeded to lick clean. Then he attempted to bite one of the fingers. This didn't go over well with The Producer of Wonderful Brown Pasty Stuff, so he was placed on the floor. Later, however, I decided that Marmite might be one way to get medications into him if absolutely necessary, I told Bob about this. Bob is not a fan of Marmite. Nope. Not a fan. He just looked as if he couldn't figure out who to side-eye more, me or Opie. In the end, I think we both got a serious dose.
Then yesterday, when I was enjoying some Marmite-free saltine crackers (WHA - oh, never mind.) Opie came up to me, sniffed at the cracker in my hand - then tried to wrestle it from me by biting into a large portion of it. This had the effect of scattering an explosion of saltine cracker across me and the livingroom table, but he was able, with a little help from me, to actually swallow some not-inconsequentially-sized morsels of cracker.
Opie is a weird ass little cat.
Over the last three days, I've discovered that Opie, our 14-year-old ginger kitty loves Marmite. I mean, he looooves Marmite. I discovered this while I was indulging my own love of the stuff (WHAT??!?) over the weekend.
He came up to where I was seated on the livingroom couch and began sniffing at my Marmite-smeared saltine crackers (WHAT!?!??) with the kind of obsessive focus he normally reserves for ... well, he doesn't normally have much obsessive focus for human food. Or he didn't until now. I put some on my fingers, which he proceeded to lick clean. Then he attempted to bite one of the fingers. This didn't go over well with The Producer of Wonderful Brown Pasty Stuff, so he was placed on the floor. Later, however, I decided that Marmite might be one way to get medications into him if absolutely necessary, I told Bob about this. Bob is not a fan of Marmite. Nope. Not a fan. He just looked as if he couldn't figure out who to side-eye more, me or Opie. In the end, I think we both got a serious dose.
Then yesterday, when I was enjoying some Marmite-free saltine crackers (WHA - oh, never mind.) Opie came up to me, sniffed at the cracker in my hand - then tried to wrestle it from me by biting into a large portion of it. This had the effect of scattering an explosion of saltine cracker across me and the livingroom table, but he was able, with a little help from me, to actually swallow some not-inconsequentially-sized morsels of cracker.
Opie is a weird ass little cat.
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Date: Wednesday, 25 March 2020 05:51 pm (UTC)Heh - you're absolutely right. When we rescued him from a pleasant but slightly unhinged cat hoarder, he was a complete mental and emotional mess. In the 14 years we've had him, some steady love and environment have helped him become a little less squirrely, but he is definitely not a calm, cool and collected cat.
I've got a cat who loves vanilla
I think this is one more piece of evidence about cats' ability to become obsessed with strange human foodstuffs. BB had a cat that went nuts over figs; in fact, according to BB. his fig-loving cat almost went down the back of a refrigerator, after jumping to the top of the thing after a string of figs. Vanilla seems rather an elegant affection. Heh.