Carbo Kitty

Our various cats over the years have had some strange tastes and cravings for different human-type foods. You'd think - carnivores - and in some instances, there is nothing they like better than to have a piece of chicken or tuna which we fixed for dinner. Our kitties have developed some rather odd tastes and unexpected tastes as well.

Our daughter's very first cat loved the taste of grapes, green grapes, BUT only PEELED grapes. As we are all slaves to our pets, of course my daughter would dutifully peel her a few grapes whenever she had some out to eat. Her next cat loved french fries. If she came home with a bag from McDonald's or Burger King, Soju would come running to get her share of fries. Rum, her other cat, would wait for the hamburger portion of the meal.

My Godiva is a carbo cat. She loves anything that smacks of carbohydrates. Chips, crackers, bread, potatoes. If it has carbos in it, she thinks she is going to want it. Her favorites are saltine crackers with a bit of butter on it. That's probably really the butter getting her interest there. She loves graham crackers. She eat a bit of bread but she's not quite as fond of it as crackers. So sometimes it's just a "gimme, gimme, gimme" and then "pooh, plah, don't want it" and she spits it out so I have a nice gummed bit of bread to clean up from the floor. Today she thought she wanted some kolaches but found she didn't like the crust quite as well as she thought. Pizza crust is good though. Potatoes - again she prefers the bit with butter on it but NOT sour cream - oh no.

She never gets very much. I try to be careful what I feed her but in some cases, she is so insistent on trying that she'll climb up as high as it takes to try and steal something out of my mouth - if I'm not really careful and watching her. She's been known to come "over the hill" to get something meaning she'll sneak attack me from the rear, jump up onto my back, scramble up to my shoulders, reach around and try and grab my face to turn my head towards her so she can get something. As she is usually using her claws to accomplish all of this, I am not very fond of this method.

She has a carbo alarm built into her system too. She can be sound asleep, several rooms and floors away from the kitchen and still hear me open a package of crackers. This even when I was standing inside the pantry and trying to muffle the sound. Traveling and staying in small studios and apartments means I have no way to escape her carbo alarm so I am resigned to letting her see what I have and giving her a tiny bit to avoid the rear action sneak attack. Did I mention she also LOVES cool whip.