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I had a cat who loved bread. Would climb on top of the refrigerator, tear open the bag, go to town. I would occasionally demonstrate by dropping a bit of meat

I had a cat who loved bread. Would climb on top of the refrigerator, tear open the bag, go to town. I would occasionally demonstrate by dropping a bit of meat and a bit of bread on the ground, cat would go for the bread. His most glorious moment (in his own head, as I imagine it) involved leaping from a loft bed onto a coffee table, grabbing an empty cupcake wrapper (still covered in cupcake crumbs) and swallowing it whole before anyone recovered enough from their shock to stop him. He just sat there afterwards licking his lips with the most satisfied kitty look on his kitty face.

ddingus 7y ago
That's pretty glorious by cat standards. Total score. Smooth. We had one that loved good, sticky bud. One day, back in the 90's when good pot was hard to get, my brother in law set a big, dank bud on the coffee table. And he was all about having a smoke and good meal too. Kitty perked right up! She could totally smell it, and from there? Game on! So, she jumped up on the table, snatched it and ran! For the next 20 minutes we all watched this hilarious "get that cat" game happen. Brother in law went after the cat. Room to room. It escalated into closed doors and the cat still escaped him! At one point, we heard crashing, yelling, and when the door opened, he started to apologize only to have the cat squeak through the cracked door and run out the little outside cat door with that bud. He found it later, drool and hair covered after the cat had thoroughly mauled it, much like catnip. Yeah, he smoked on it anyway. We all said, "pass." The cat had an awesome time. Like, "this is what I DO!" He was total mess. Loved that cat, but never brought bud anywhere near her again. Yeah, that look. She had it, mixed with tail up, fur slightly puffed, eyes alight excitement. Total, "YES!" moment for the cat.

ddingus 7y ago

That's pretty glorious by cat standards. Total score. Smooth. We had one that loved good, sticky bud. One day, back in the 90's when good pot was hard to get, my brother in law set a big, dank bud on the coffee table. And he was all about having a smoke and good meal too. Kitty perked right up! She could totally smell it, and from there? Game on! So, she jumped up on the table, snatched it and ran! For the next 20 minutes we all watched this hilarious "get that cat" game happen. Brother in law went after the cat. Room to room. It escalated into closed doors and the cat still escaped him! At one point, we heard crashing, yelling, and when the door opened, he started to apologize only to have the cat squeak through the cracked door and run out the little outside cat door with that bud. He found it later, drool and hair covered after the cat had thoroughly mauled it, much like catnip. Yeah, he smoked on it anyway. We all said, "pass." The cat had an awesome time. Like, "this is what I DO!" He was total mess. Loved that cat, but never brought bud anywhere near her again. Yeah, that look. She had it, mixed with tail up, fur slightly puffed, eyes alight excitement. Total, "YES!" moment for the cat.