I gave the Siamese a bit of cream ( the good stuff, I bought for a recipe).
A tiny spoonful for each.
I know it will cause stomach upset.
Now they are protesting loudly, as only Siamese cats can, they want more.
They’re marching back and forth in front of the fridge, yelling and yowling.
Why do old tv shows and movies show cats lapping up huge dishes of cream and later just licking their paws in utter contentment?
I am doomed, I tell you!
Yes, indeed you are. I feel for you.
I have the same problem, only our cat requests, begs, nearly demands kitty treats. Fortunately, he’s not Siamese and, though he can meow loudly, he generally sounds like a squeaky toy that has been squeaked so much that now, it barely makes a sound.
He mostly reserves the loud meow for when I come down in the morning and am in the bathroom. He feels the need to remind me that he has spent an entire night treat-free and is beginning to experience signs of withdrawal. To him, time is of the essence. He doesn’t seem to understand that the needs of my bladder trumps everything, including the needs of his tummy.
Poor, poor kitty.
ha ha ha heres mine … at one time (about 12 years ago) we had 3 cats and took in two rescue kittens … Well the vet said to feed the new kittens soft food … the old cats just got kibble … except for holidays
Well old cats realized new cats were getting something different and basically guilted us into sharing it with them
after checking with the vet who said some soft food for the others was a good idea … Then we took in a 3rd cat…
Well 3rd kitten was the runt and adopted by very first cat as hers … very loveable kitten until she was hungry… Well I was mixing up the soft food schedule into when ever I felt like giving it to them
Well for some reason despite my objections dinner became every night at 10 pm and 3rd kitten figured out this out and started howling between 8 and ten until she was fed …Well 3rd kitten met an unfortunate end and her adopted mom took to howling for dinner … almost every night for the next 11 years and to this day for 2-3 hours all I hear is loud meowing … its gotten so loud on occasionas that animal control came out to check and actually came back put at 9 pm and heard her and the minute I fed her she stopped …
Then he says its not exactly great that there on that scratch of a schedule but if we fed her earlier or later it would just make her worse …
My elderly cat needed to take a pill twice a day. I was batting about 100 in my attempts to force it down his throat and mentioned it to the vet. She said that since Londo was nearing the end of his life, he was allowed to have his pill crushed and mixed with a little tuna. Well the other three cats protested loudly that they were being discriminated against by ageism. Now everybody gets “tunie” morning and night, rain or shine, even though it’s been years since Londo went to the big sushi bar in the sky.
655 am AND pm: Mayme sits in front of me, staring. Any muscle twitch, blink, thought of movement by me brings the meows. Morning is just gushy food, refill of kibble and fresh water. Evenings are for treats, gushy food and refill of kibble. I swear you can set a clock by her.
Last Thursday, horror of horrors, we hadn’t any treats. Gave her gushy food, refilled the kibble, came and sat down. She was not a happy camper. Sat in front of me, meowing. Climbed on me, meowing. Opened the pantry door and sat in front of it, meowing. I had to inform her there weren’t any treats. She spent the rest of the evening glaring at me from across the room. Yes, I did run out an buy treats Friday morning.
Well they are not yowling this morning. They are decidedly unhappy with me. I keep chicken livers for treats, they just turned their noses up when I offered them last night.
I noticed they were gone this morning, though.
I brought a can of real tuna out of the pantry I am gonna try that at treat time today. Maybe they will forgive the cream mistake.
They are beautiful and elegant and oh so uppity, and I love them. ( I am required to gush over them, several times a day). They are watching me. Right. Now.
God give me strength.
We have an automatic feeder. The Queen Of The House gets fed automatically three times a day. And that is all she will eat. Every other cat I have ever had would kill for cheese or chicken or other people food. She sniffs at it and walks away.
But she will sit next to that feeder and whine about how there is no food in the bowl and it’s been sooooo long since she last ate. Little con artist.
You tell them the first taste is free but now they got to pay.
You know its strange but most of my cats don’t like canned tuna either …
Those store bought treats ( party mix and temptations etc.)
Are kitty crack. I am convinced there is an ingredient that is addictive to felines
Be glad. My Maggie just jumps up and takes what she wants. Sometimes she’ll actually try to grab things out of my hands. She has a sensitive stomach, and she’s insanely picky when it comes to cat food. But people food? If I’m eating it, she wants it. (Seriously, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a cat stick her head in a bag of frozen french fries. She LOVES french fries)
Now, Annie and Luci are part Siamese, and they can be incredibly obnoxious at meal time. But I usually just meow back at them. It doesn’t really doesn’t really do any good, but it amuses me.
Oh, yes returning the meow. Good times. They give me dirty looks if I cough during quiet time. Quiet time is their idea , not mine.
Both my cats love McDonalds fries. I have buy them some when I go there. I loath MickeyDs, so I usually avoid it. I don’t know if they would eat frozen. They like to play with Ice cubes if one falls out of the dispenser.
That is hilarious your cat would try to take food from your hands.
My late beloved kitty Paris had cancer in multiple organs. In addition to his monthly chemo I had to give him three pills a day. The only way I could get them inside him was to powderize them and mix them with two tablespoons of condensed milk. It made his stools rather loose, but not diarrhea. This regimen extended his life 11 months.
My two house cats (Siamese) are 16 and almost 18. They’re both on prescription food ($5/lb!) but I split a pouch of wet food between them every day. I had a big bag of Costco Cat Kibble to take down to the barn cats. Papi, the almost-18 year old, tore a hole in the bag and pigged out! Of course, then she barfed it all up later.
StG
Pfft! Piker!
I made the mistake of training the dogs to run in a little pack, while I chase/follow them in the Jeep to protect them from coyotes and other creatures of despair. It’s good for them, I convince myself! They are runners and hunters! It will keep them healthy and happy! :rolleyes:
What a pain in the ass! 
So, every day for the last* five or six years*, I get a freakin’ Dog Riot when its time for them to go. Rain, snow, heat, wind- They don’t care. Oh, they know what time it is, but they don’t know shit about weather. They bark, howl and generally raise a ruckus till they get put out, or get what they want. I even had to go buy another Jeep when the original broke down.
Dogs. I’m really kind of getting over the whole thing. :rolleyes:
Not really. I loves my Killer Elite. 
I like that! A Dog riot sounds fun, you are a good dog papa.
My husband loves to give a little treat to the dogs (a boxer and a boxer French mastiff mix) when he’s eating. So now, of course, no matter what or when he’s eating they expect a treat. The dogs gather around and stare at him as he tries to eat. The boxer is usually standing under the table, resting his head on my husband’s leg waiting for his treat. They also drool in anticipation so his pants are full of dog slobber. Then my husband will complain loudly how he can’t even eat in peace. Then I say, “quit giving them handouts and they’ll get the idea. You’ve basically trained them to expect food from you when you’re eating”. So after some more complaining, he gives each of them a treat from his plate and says gruffly, “that’s enough, no more”. !! :smack:
This scenario is played out daily at our home - a vicious circle - my husband nor the dogs learn their lesson.
I used the last of the cream this morning. The cats knew as soon as I got the carton out of the fridge. They came strutting in, tails high, with a little kink in the end. That is a kitty question mark.
I opened the carton all the way and cut it down the sides and put it on the floor. They completely licked it dry. Now they staring at it. I swear if one of the dogs gets close, there will be a murder.
My Theo has me trained for a daily walk in the halls of my apartment building. He howls at the door endlessly until I give in. Then we go out in the hall, down as far as the laundry room, sometimes as far as the second stairwell near the central elevators, and back to the stairwell next to my apartment. About half of these excursions end when someone else appears in the hall and he runs back to the apartment door.
Last night, as with many other nights, he’ll try this at 11pm-midnight and get swiftly pulled from the door and told NO.
I cleaned off the top of the refrigerator for him to have another high spot to play on and now every time I go to the fridge, he’s there. He doesn’t want what I take (he won’t eat people food), he just wants attention and to watch.
We have a photo of my Aunt’s cat.
Drinking coffee out of a Dunkin Donuts cup.
Using the straw.