Once, when he was a kitten, he jumped into the pizza box and tore a slice out with his teeth. I thought he was just being cute and trying to imitate what all the people were doing.
Nope. He is crazy for pizza.
Right now, I have a leftover pizza from last night sitting on my coffee table. All morning, Rex has been trying to get the lid of the box open. About half an hour ago, he succeeded. Since then, he’s been pulling out small pieces of pizza with his paw and wolfing them down.
There isn’t anything in pizza that can hurt a cat, is there?
I have a cat that will tear your arm off for a chunk of apple. As soon as you open the fruit drawer in the fridge, he’s there…waiting…little beady eyes glittering.
My Bear used to love olives - he’s stab it with a front nail and sit to lick it like a popsicle then bat is around the house til it was one big dust ball then leave it under the counch.
Baby likes ice water. She’ll tuck her ears back so they won’t hit the side of the big cooler mug I use, but she’ll just stick her whole head in there. If you don’t immediately share, she’ll cry and cry and cry until you do. She also gets very mad if you water the plants. It’s funny to watch her sit in front of the ficus just wailing about the wasted water.
I sat on the bed with a cup of milk the other morning. Baby jumps up and cries for the “water”. I put the cup down so she could drink from it and she put her nose in and then scurried back and just glared at me. The expression was quite clearly, “What the hell did you do to my water?”
We once had a cat that loved pizza. The minute you walked in the door with one, he was at the table, sitting in a chair like it was his given right to be SERVED pizza at the table. He especially loved the veggies…
Never seemed to do him any harm.
I had one cat, Pumpkin, who loved salsa. I found out by watching her stick her face into a almost empty jar to lick the bottom clean. She was real cute with a ring around her face and diced onions and tomatos in her fur. I had another cat who loved ice cubes & raw eggs. Not together of course, but if you dropped an ice cube on the floor he would come running and start crunching away. Same with the eggs. He also felt it was beneath him to drink from a cat dish and prefered his water from a sink in my mother’s bathroom. We would leave a few inches in the sink and he would drink from it all day. If he was too impatient to wait for the sink to fill up he would lap at the running faucet like a dog. My current fuzzybutt likes feet. She sticks her head in my shoes as soon as I kick them off after I get home. She also likes rubbing all over my feet, but no weird food cravings yet.
Well, he scarfed down a bunch of pizza this morning, and seems perfectly fine. It was plain cheese and had very little sauce on it, though. I think what he likes is the cheese.
He could actually stand to gain a few pounds–he’s positively bony.
His breath still smells like his stinky salmon treats. I know because he kissed me on the lips to thank me for the pizza. Bleh.
One of our cats totally refutes Darwin She mews for onions (and no, I don’t give her any, no matter how pitiful she sounds). Yesterday I caught her sniffing at a bowl with some guacamole in it (avocado is supposed to be poisonous to them). Sigh…
My aunt had a cat who loved squash. When she put squash in the oven to bake, the kitty would come to the kitchen and act like he wanted to climb into the oven to get it.
A couple of mine love cheese. Unfortunately, though, they can’t digest it so it gets really messy if they get into any. My smallest one is crazy for bacon. I caught her dragging a stolen strip of raw slab bacon as long as she was once.
As for my orange garbage disposal… I’ve yet to find anything he won’t eat.
Brat has just discovered the wonders of human food. She never touched anything but catfood for the first two years we had her.
The first thing I ever noticed her eating was ice cream. She especially likes mint chocolate chip, but will lick any bowl that had it.
Now she has discovered meat. Pork, beef, chicken, anything is good for her.
Of course when I give her something, I have to give some to the dogs, who chow it down and then sit there staring at the cat as she slowly eats hers.
I’ve always wondered why the dogs don’t try to take it from her.
I used to have a cat that like olives as well, but only green olives. She would bat it around and lick it, eventually knocking out the pimento and eating that until the olive was soft enough that she could chew on it.
Mr Neville was making something with tofu once, and they meowed for it, as they do for almost everything we cook. I explained that “carnivore” thing to them (again), and they still begged for tofu. So we gave them some tofu, expecting them to turn up their noses. But they didn’t.
One of my cats looooves chocolate. This past Christmas, he ransacked all available tinfoil wrapped pieces, and chowed down. Last night, he managed to track down one last chocolate Santa, fished it out of a forgotten box, did that cat open smile phlemen thing, when they smell something extry funky/good.
Toted it off, growling, like it was his mouse, pawed it open and ate it. What a freaky kitty. I’ve never heard of a cat that likes chocolate. And crappy chocolate at that!
Our two cats have never shown any interest in human food, so we’re never afraid to leave empty bowls and plates lying around where they can get to them (typically on the floor if we’re eating in front of the TV). They’ll approach the scraps, sniff away, and walk away disinterestedly.
But last weekend, our little girl found something she’ll consume quite eagerly: cheesecake. It was hilarious and quite surprising to see her lick away at every tiny morsel remaining on the plate. Not that we’ll start spoiler her with it, but now I guess we know there is a magic item if you wait long enough.
Growing up, we had a kitty that loved cantaloupe. My mom would cut up a slice into little cubes and she’d devour them on the spot.
My parrot loves pizza (but he gets no cheese). He has spontaneously asked my husband “Dad- can I have a pizza?”, and sulked when no pizza was forthcoming. Four days later when we got a pizza, Steve Bird tore into his peice like he hadn’t been fed all week. We have to hold his section until it is cooled off, because he will snarf it so fast. He knows what pizza boxes look like, and God help you if you don’t share.
She mews for onions (and no, I don’t give her any, no matter how pitiful she sounds). Yesterday I caught her sniffing at a bowl with some guacamole in it (avocado is supposed to be poisonous to them). Sigh…