The other night I’m all snuggled up in bed, drinking one of those pre-mixed Kahlua Mudslides (not really worth the money) as I read, cat by my side. I doze off for a few minutes and wake to find the cat slurping from my glass. I don’t know how much she actually drank, and she didn’t seem to suffer any ill effects. As I fell asleep later she seemed a bit…bouncy, but nothing too out of the ordinary since midnight is chase time for two of the three cats.
So last night I get all snuggled into bed with the last Mudslide, and she’s there, trying to nose her way into the glass. I push her away, and set the glass down on the nightstand with just a few drops at the bottom and two ice cubes. She starts rattling the glass around, trying to get at the drink. I’m afraid she’s going to knock the glass over and spill the ice cubes all over the floor, so I get up, take the glass to the bathroom, dump out the ice and the last few drops and rinse out the glass. She’s up on the sink, trying to lick the last drops from the sink. I get back in bed, and she comes in and starts meowing at me…very annoyed. Then she sits there and stares…usually she snuggles in for an earscratch and gets under the covers. But no. Everytime my eyes start to close, she meows…and not in a nice way. She’s an old broad of a cat and has quite a raspy voice to begin with. Finally she stalks off and leaves me alone, but not until after knocking some small item off the nightstand in apparent frustration.
I’m not drinking anything milky and alcoholic in her vicinity again! Anyone else have a cat with a drinking problem?
I have a catnip addict, who once broke open an 8 ounce bottle of catnip tinctured in grain alcohol (I use it in a bug repellent formula). I came home to find her lolling around in a puddle of brown Everclear, stoned and drunk out of her little furry mind.
How she smelled the catnip inside the sealed glass jar is beyond me, but she hit the bottle hard that day. (Literally - hit it off the countertop it was sitting on.)
I used to have a cat who’d get high on menthol rubs, like Icy Hot or Ben Gay. Normally he was my sweetest cat but when the Icy Hot came out he acted like an addict. If I put some on some my sore neck or arms he’d come along and sniff at it and make a “Blech! That smells awful!” face. Then he’d keep sniffing it, then he’d take a lick and react as he did initially with the first sniff. Then he’d lick some more and start rubbing on me. I’d keep pushing him away because I knew where it was leading but he’d keep coming back. Eventually everything would progress to the point where he was biting me to get at the menthol. The more high he got on the stuff the meaner he got. I had to stop using the stuff while he was alive because he just got too mean.
Wile E, my cat is crazy for bleach! If you’ve been using a cleanser with bleach in it, it doesn’t matter how you rinse or wash, she’ll smell it, grab your hand and hold it. Then she’ll lick, and lick, and finally begin to nibble.
Is there any chocolate in those things? If so, you definitely want to keep them away from Fluffbutt. Chocolate is apparently The. One.Thing.Absolutely. Never. to give your cat (or dog).
Our dear departed Rocky, who was The Best Cat in the Whole World Ever had a thing for olives. He was a very gentle cat, but if you were eating olives he would try to get them from you by any means possible. I don’t know if that was stranger than our orange tabby, Pumpkin, who loved celery leaves to roll around in and get all glassy-eyed over.
Sugar Magnolia is a beeraholic. It started with her licking the tops of the cans when Mr. SCL was having a beer, and progressed to her knocking over unattended beer cans, and then to trying to knock over attended beer cans. She would then sleep…
Our current cat is a bit odd, on account of the fact he was a rescue cat who’d been locked in a trailer, in Southern Nevada, during summer, for several days, when his previous owners ran off. In addition to that, we’re pretty sure they liked to burn herbs for recreation, so he likely had his poor little kitty brain fried in many ways.
So, he came to us very, very picky about what he drinks. We always dutifully keep a nice fresh bowl of water next to his food dish, but I’ve never seen him drink out of it even once. Instead, he likes to shove his head inside of the vase we have holding some bamboo and drink the water there. And should I be foolish enough to have a martini anywhere near him, he’ll knock it over in his attempts to get at it. He seems to prefer a dirty vodka martini with extra olives. Never had a problem with him and beer, though. He’s a discriminating cat drunk, I suppose, but my money is on him liking the brine.
I used to have a cat that was an absolute pig for salted cashew nuts. She could hear that jar unscrew no matter where she was or what she was doing in the house.
Ash is the sweetest cat in the world, very shy and ladylike. She weighs a mere 7 lbs, and is a cats’ cat, if you will. With a lightning fast, deadly accurate paw.
Tobie (1998-2006) was a 15 lb bully. He’d look for Ash, and just clobber her when he’d had a bad day.
Until the day Ash got catnip. She rolled in it, got high, and then went off looking for the bully. She hunted him down, leapt on top of him, and walloped the hell out of him. He’d hiss, spit, and try to fight back, but her lightning paw was more than he could take. We’d eventually find him hidden in the basement until the high wore off.
After that, Tobie’d run to the catnip, grab his share & gulp it down, then hide for the next several hours until Ash was off her binge.
My cat’s weirdest binge was dried cranberries. I had some trail mix with the cranberries in it, and she chewed through the bag to get at them. Cats is weird. (She also loooooves rolling around on my used wash cloths and dish cloths when they’re dry.)
I had a deaf, odd eyed white boy named Joe, who was the most hedonistic animal I’ve ever had occasion to meet.
He would fight anyone for anything alcoholic.
One friend indulged in burning herbs at my house a few times and Joe would climb on his shoulder, head raised, with his neck stretched forward to keep his head firmly in the cloud.
He’d also lie with his head resting against the stereo speaker when I played loud music.
He usually had a dumb smile on his face.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Cats IS silly…I can’t believe your cat likes mudslides. We’ve never had cats who like mudslides or alkyhol.
Louis loves, and I mean LOVES melon, and squash and things like that.
Trilly is insane for shrimp. Last time we ate it, she was on my lap pawing at my hand to give her some shrimp. She even knows when we’re havign it…she sees the bag and goes insane.
Boggles would go insane for lobster. Best cat in the world…wouldn’t beg for anything else…but when it came time for lobster she’d be totally bothering us.
Spin loves Cheeze Its.
My aunt’s cat liked melon. I sat her down and expained she was a carnivoir but she just looked at me. In that way cats have that make you leave the room, right before you give then more melon.
