So, I’ve written posts before about my furbabies. What can I say? I like to brag. Each one has their own personality and I’m sure to respect their likes and dislikes. For example, Bella loves pets and you can cuddle her up. Reese on the other hand, you need to “ask permission” to pet her or she cries and runs.
I’ve never had a cat that would eat anything other than their cat food and water except one. I had attempted to give a piece of ham to Phantom once, and he are it but didn’t want the second piece. I’ve given Bella ham and she would bat it around the room. I had only ever done it because they seem interested in what I’m doing. They aren’t dogs, which of course, I “accidentally” drop a lot of ingredients while cooking since I’m surrounded by pleading eyes. I know, I’m an enabler.
Bailey was the only one who wanted something other than her food. I came in with Ice Cream once, I believe the week she died. She was laying on the floor and she smelled it. She bolted over to me and sat on my chest while I tried to put each spoonful in my mouth. She actually climbed closer to my face and put her face in front of my mouth so the ice cream would go to her mouth instead. Smart kitten she was.
Anyway, we’re convinced James is a dog. It started as a kitten. His cat food was never enough for him. He would see us eating and sit practically on top of us while we tried to eat. He even attempted to bat food off forks. I tried not to tolerate it but Andrew was a push over.
He only got smarter from that point. He hears us moving around in the kitchen and comes running. Then he sits next to Andrew (I’ve smacked him away enough for him to know I don’t give him any) and waits for a moment that Andrew is occupied, be it talking to me, playing with his phone, watching TV, and James lunges for the plate. Andrew usually catches him. If the plate doesn’t get put away immediately, James will lick it clean like a dog.
Andrew let it go too long now that it’s become a habit of James’. But through enough work, we at least have an understanding that if he waits until we are done, he can have some pieces. And he will now, he’ll sit there and beg like a dog but he no longer lunges at your plate or fork.
But I have to put it out there, he still eats his cat food like normal. He’s a healthy weight. It’s just people food is his little snack.
I wish it was just that. The other day someone was banging around on the neighbor’s side and the dogs started barking and James was growling. What cat does that?!
And today, which, it’s not the first time, he decided to use the dog’s papers instead of his litter box upstairs. When he was done, he tried to cover it up, though.
I think it’s adorable. He’s a bit spoiled, I’ll give you that. But at least he’s more respectful now and not running around the house like he owns the place. He’ll lay with the dogs on the couch but only sometimes, mostly he tolerates them because they stay around us and we have the food. He interacts with the girls. The girls never come around the dogs and try their best to avoid them.
Here is a picture, I just took. I heated up milk in the microwave and used it for my cappuccino. He heard the microwave and assumed there was food to be had.