My boy Lloyd successfully passed a twist tie, though it took him a good long time. We still tease him about it, but he seems as willing as ever to ingest them, so we have to make sure not to leave any lying about.
Note to Rocco, Devo, Fluffster, and Plumpster:
The babies-breath flowers among the roses are not cat food.
That also goes for the decorative plastic fake autumn leaves that my wife brought home last week.
My cat Nicky eats cantaloupe. He can smell it from the other end of the house and comes running.
The other cat demands tuna and lunch meat and other tasty meat treats, but he doesn’t want any of that stuff - just cantaloupe. What a weird cat.
Jacob, my sweet, I beg you to listen to the proclamations handed down by Miss Guin.
Also included are:
-Paint chips.
-Window grit (the dirt and dead bugs and paint and cobwebs that collect in our window wells)
-Toilet Paper.
-The other cat’s fur after attacking her.
Thanks.
Until we got the mega huge kibble for the dog (teeth cleansing, supposedly) he would eat the dog food if out of cat food. He’s a pound kitten, and hated the food they had, so he rarely ate. He would get really panicky if he ran out of food in his bowl during the night and howl and run around the house until we put something in there. He’d have a piece and then go sleep on my pillow.
Flower loves anything in the bread, dairy and lunch meat categories; also, green garlic olives are her particular passion. She despises kitty wet-food of any kind, and is picky about most kitty treats. Go figure…
Remember: chocolate is a no-no for dogs and cats!
[I know it’s not ‘done’ to show appreciation for dopers in the pit, but: Thank you for this thread.
MissTake’s
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This is quite possibly the cutest thread ever to grace The Pit.
My old Phil loved chocolate chip cookies. One day I had taken some out of the over and he just sat there and kept looking at me like he wanted some. I said, “There’s no way you want to eat a cookie, kitties don’t eat cookies.” So, I sat one on the floor just to humor him and I’ll be damned if he didn’t eat the whole thing. It was hilarious. I had to hide the bag after that.
I used to have a cat that was nuts for all kinds of weird stuff, especially mangoes. He loved mangoes. It was never enough.
We had a cat that loved lobster, loved with a psychotic passion. The normaly sweet and loving 7 pound kitty would go insane at the faintest wiff of lobster. She would get all puffy and hissy and attack whatever was between her and the lobster. She seemed to think she was the size of a leopard, and was willing to fight off any preditor for her favorite kill. I still have a bunch of scratches from one time bringing home leftovers with lobster and being attacked and mauled from a preditor hiding on top of the garage door.
One time my mom was boiling a couple for dinner, and my dad forgot and let the cat in. Suddenly we hear this horrible screching and wailing and run inside. The cat was on the stove, had knocked the lid of the pot, and has it’s paws in the boiling water trying to grab a lobster. The screching was from the pain of the boiling water, but it still wouldn’t give up and pull its legs out. I figure a couple more seconds and it would have pulled the whole pot over on itself. We had to salve and bandage her legs but all she cared about was the lobster she wasn’t eating(My mom is not the kind of woman to throw out a perfectly fine lobster just cause a cat had been in the pot).
I always halfway wanted to put her on a lobster warf in new England just to see what she would do.
Melons! Melons! Melons!
Signs You’re a Real SDMB Member, #XVIII: Due to fatigue and weird line spacing on your monitor, you accidentally read the first sentence in the above quote as “We always save our potato skins and tie them to the dogs.” …and calmly keep reading, accepting this as behavior that is not to be unexpected.
This is a vastly entertaining thread but, to quote my favorite dead politician, let me say this about that:
Alessan, If you love Grace, stop that feeding of liver NOW. Organ meats, and especially raw organ meats, have the wrong Ph balance for cats and cause FLUTD - Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease. On that kind of food, waxy crystals build up in the bladder, making urination difficult and extremely painful. Untreated, a cat can die in agony.
Search a verterinary site online for more information, take your friend to a vet for recommendations, and please, please switch your cat to a better diet.
Some decades back, I had a good feline friend die of this, through my ignorance, and I would not want the same to happen to your friend.
Peace.
My Emmy loves french fries. The other day I went to McD’s for a salad and they put a bag of fries with my order. I set them on my computer desk and reached down to pick up the bag my salad was in and when I sat back up Emmy was calmly taking a fry out of the holder and chewing as she looked out the window. She swallowed and reached over to get another fry as dainty as anything.
I’ve had cats go crazy for green beans, tomatoes, salad dressing, peanuts, you name it. My Agatha has a sweet tooth and will pass up tuna for a cookie every time.
Silly kitties.
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Alessan, If you love Grace, stop that feeding of liver NOW. Organ meats, and especially raw organ meats, have the wrong Ph balance for cats and cause FLUTD - Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease. On that kind of food, waxy crystals build up in the bladder, making urination difficult and extremely painful. Untreated, a cat can die in agony.
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So, do barn cats remove the livers from their kills? Or is it more a ratio thing, and organ meats can be a treat but not the staple of the diet?
For what it’s worth, I’d be more worried about the twist-ties and plastic bags.
gah! My cat can code better than that! And I even previewed! :smack:
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Whoa! I’ve never seen another kitty named Emmy! We have an Emmy, too (and and Oscar - can’t tell my roomie and I were TV writers when we got them, can you?). I’m actually just glad I’ve come across another Emmy out there!
(Everyone we know thinks her name is Emily and we call her Emmy for short…no, I’m not naming a cat Emily…).
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Ava
Heh! I have an Oscar as well! And a Clio.
All of my cats are named for awards. Oscar was born Oscar night just as they were announcing Best Actress. I heard an awful meow and thought "that sounds like Spookie (my parent’s cat). I went to the front door and lo and behold there she was on the front step and Oscar half way out! Emmy came along a few years later after I’d moved out and decided Oscar needed a buddy. I have plans for a Nebula, Peabody, Newberry and a Cammy. (Cincinnati Arts and Music Awards)
WhyNot and Alessan, here’s a veterinary site that describes the problem in detail.
Note the item listed first under "Known Causes:
“Struvite crystals accompanied by red blood cells-generally caused by a diet too high in magnesium relative to the Ph of the urine.”
Liver is especially high in magnesium AND red blood cells so is especially dangerous.
To answer your question, WhyNot, a bit of liver in conjunction with other foods is not a problem. It’s when the diet is largely liver that things get out of balance.
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We’re planning on a Tony (or Toni), an Obie, and an American Music Award . Actually, Obie is high on my list for the next kitty.
And my roomie and I thought we were so damn original with these two;). My roommate actually has two real Emmys, so we used to take pics with the (real) Emmy in one hand and the furry Oscar in another. We’re goofy.
Ava
Socks.
Socks are not cat food, but Loki doesn’t seem to understand this. I can’t even count how many socks we’ve lost to this cat since we got him in July. He can’t resist chewing holes in socks, and when we let him have a sock for his own, he ate about half of it (and it didn’t agree with his digestion). He steals them from laundry baskets and drawers and from under the bed. It’s really difficult to completely Loki-proof all our socks, especially since our other cat, Petra, likes to PLAY with socks, but not chew or eat them.
He ate a hair tie the other day too before I could stop him. And I thought Petra’s needle-swallowing trick was going to be the last of our cat-eating-inappropriate-things experiences. Boy, was I wrong.