Fussy Felines
The feline penchants for eccentricity and strangeness never cease to amuse when it comes to food.

Okay, having opened a few cans of cat food and been rewarded with a stench which rivals that of a Grimsby prostitute's week-old knickers, I can wholly understand your average kitty's aversion to tinned food and the desire to try something new.

My much missed moggy Leonard took this to extremes. He'd at some point cultivated a taste for curry, so much so that if I was making one I had to set some aside for him. He also loved munching onion bhajees too which were a firm favorite. The surreal sight of a small serving of chicken jalfrezi, a chunk of naan bread and a bhajee presented in a bowl clearly labeled "CAT" had him licking his chops in anticipation. Indeed, he was one highly motivated cat, happily sitting and begging on command (I swear this is true, I have witnesses) provided he was rewarded with something spicy and tasty.

Spiciness did not deter him one bit, although I quite disappointed that I could never get him interested in beer, despite frequent experimentation with several types of lager/bitter. I can only assume that he was more into spirits, but there was no way I was going to waste ten year old Ardbeg on him.

This was all quite endearing to a point, except that spicy food had a horrific effect on his innards, making him guff like a donkey. Not at all nice when he's curled up in your lap.

Still, I've dated worse. Meh.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Mon 5 Mar 2007, 22:45, Reply)