Like a Salad With Your Salmon and Turkey? From a Year Ago

black cat enjoys lettuce

Mewsette enjoys a nibble of greens.

Mewsette enjoys a nibble on the Boston lettuce I’m about to turn into a salad. Looks like a complete meal to me.

“No dressing, please. Thanks for the fresh water.”

Mewsette likes her salad greens plain and natural. I’ve known cats who liked salad greens before, but usually just for a nibble on something fresh and green. Mewsette is a serious consumer, at least as far as my cats go. She pursues them into my salad bowl, munching significant amounts of any type of tender salad green.

The funny thing is she wasn’t eating on that cabinet and I didn’t offer it to her, I only set the lettuce down for a moment so I could pick up a few other things and go to the sink, but she must have smelled the lettuce and jumped up for a snack.

Her list of other approved foods is an interesting collection, chick peas, roasted edamame beans, cooked oatmeal, macadamia nuts (I know they’re not good for her, I just don’t get that trail mix any more), any pasta cooked or raw, cherry tomatoes. Oh, and she likes baked goods. I really can’t find a pattern, but I keep an eye on her.

Just in case you wondered if this was the only time, here’s another: What, You’ve Never Seen a Cat Eat Lettuce Before?

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My Kitchen Assistant: From A Year Ago Today

black cat in the kitchen

Mr. Sunshine wears his efforts proudly.

I don’t know where he got the crumbs on his head, but Mr. Sunshine wore them proudly all afternoon.

“I helped mom. You didn’t.” Everyone ignored him.

I keep a sturdy stool next to the sink where I work so that curious kitties can watch the process without, theoretically, jumping up on the counter and into the big bowl of stuffing. Mr. Sunshine, known for his adventures, managed to stay out of trouble on Christmas Day.

But at the last minute he decided to make a face at me. I expected to see him stick out his tongue. He’s a silly guy.

black cat with head tilted

"How's this mom?"

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Is There Anything Good in This Cookbook?

two black cats on cookbook

Mimi and Giuseppe hold my cookbook hostage.

“Why don’t you ever cook anything good?”

“What would you consider to be good?”

“Fresh raw mouse, with a side of fresh Kentucky bluegrass to cleanse my palate.”

“Kind of defeats the idea of ‘cooking’, doesn’t it, Giuseppe?”

“Well, you could still serve us something like that.”

“In the first place, it’s not my job to catch the mice around here. Second, you can get the mouse part yourself in the basement—in fact, you’d better—and no doubt the mousie would have recently eaten some fresh grass from the yard. You don’t need me to do that.”

“There aren’t enough mousies to go around. You need to go get some or let some more in.”

“I’m perfectly happy with the number of mousies in the house. Besides that, ask your mom what she thinks of raw mousies.”

“Mimi Mom?”

“I don’t care if I ever see another mousie again, dead or alive, raw or cooked.”

“But mom!”

“It’s a totally different story when that’s all you have to eat.”

“But I hear they are so good for you.”

“They are, but they aren’t worth the trouble. Now those freeze-dried mouse treats our human mom gave us, those I could live on.”

“I remember those…”

“You were very young, but I think our mom saved most of them for us adults when you kittens were running around torturing us.”

“Freeze-dried mice…”

“Giuseppe, don’t get any funny ideas. The basement is not that cold. Can I have my cookbook you two?”

“Are you going to cook pasta again? I see the olive oil and parmesan cheese.”

“You aren’t going to get any anyway! Now both of you need to move so I can look up my recipe.”

N.B.: Giuseppe hopes Mlle. Daisy Marguerite doesn’t think any less of him because he’s hanging out with his mom. He heard someone called him a “mama’s boy”.

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Like a Salad With Your Salmon and Turkey?

black cat enjoys lettuce

Mewsette enjoys a nibble of greens.

Mewsette enjoys a nibble on the Boston lettuce I’m about to turn into a salad. Looks like a complete meal to me.

“No dressing, please. Thanks for the fresh water.”

Mewsette likes her salad greens plain and natural. I’ve known cats who liked salad greens before, but usually just for a nibble on something fresh and green. Mewsette is a serious consumer, at least as far as my cats go.

The funny thing is she wasn’t eating on that cabinet and I didn’t offer it to her, I only set the lettuce down for a moment so I could pick up a few other things and go to the sink, but she must have smelled the lettuce and jumped up for a snack.

Her list of other approved foods is an interesting collection, chick peas, roasted edamame beans, cooked oatmeal, macadamia nuts (I know they’re not good for her, I just don’t get that trail mix any more), any pasta cooked or raw, cherry tomatoes. I really can’t find a pattern, but I keep an eye on her.


My Kitchen Assistant

black cat in the kitchen

Mr. Sunshine wears his efforts proudly.

I don’t know where he got the crumbs on his head, but Mr. Sunshine wore them proudly all afternoon.

“I helped mom. You didn’t.” Everyone ignored him.

I keep a sturdy stool next to the sink where I work so that curious kitties can watch the process without, theoretically, jumping up on the counter and into the big bowl of stuffing. Mr. Sunshine, known for his adventures, managed to stay out of trouble on Christmas Day.

But at the last minute he decided to make a face at me. I expected to see him stick out his tongue

black cat with head tilted

"How's this mom?"