I had already fed my cats for the night, and was about to eat my own takeout BBQ Beef Sandwich, when my oldest cat, Flaherty, came over and wanted a taste.
I offered her a wisp of shredded beef permeated with BBQ sauce. It was impossible to offer her a plain morsel because the sauce doused the whole sandwich. I smiled, waiting for her nose to wrinkle in that, “EWWW!!! Human, that is disgusting!!!” gesture that cats will make at strong spice smells. I figured I could eat my sandwich in peace after she got a good whiff of it.
Well, she ate it. And she wanted more. And more. She got so excited she was standing on my lap, as I held the sandwich in the air out of her reach, dripping sauce all over my hand, wrist, and table. On the plate, she would have devoured it, leaving only the bread for me.
When we had finished it, (at a ratio of, I would say, 95% for me to 5% for her) she smacked her lips, and nodded and blinked at me. In cat, she said, “Well done Human! Your amazing new sauce pleases me. After the Revolution, I shall advocate for your survival as a Human with necessary culinary skills.”
While I am pleased to know I have the connections to survive the future Feline Reprisals Committee, I am a little worried because I did not make the BBQ sauce myself. In the old days, you could be fairly certain that a takeout BBQ Beef Sandwich was slathered in plain Open Pit. But today, with all the off-brands available, who knows what BBQ sauce it was?
What will I do when I have to appear before the tribunal?
I also worried about the sauce messing with her digestion, but she seems fine this morning.
Also, is this another proof that cats can indeed taste sweet things? Because my middle cat, Tallulah, shows a weakness for applesauce, as I mentioned in a previous thread.