Weird things your cats eat

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I have two cats. Tiki is a mature Siamese who scoffs at all undignified feline behavior. In the 11 years I have contorted myself around her sleeping body, the only non-cat food she’s ever eaten is sourdough bread. She did that a couple times, but only in her youth.

Chang, on the other hand, eats anything. Thread is a particular favorite. I have learned not to leave spools anywhere that he can get to. He’ll just nibblel until the spool is gone. Also, I started a thread a year or so ago about him licking Venetian blinds (the search function isn’t working at the moment) and someone else posted that cats can develop “plastic fetishes” because some plastics have animal protiens in them or something. Which makes sense, because Chang also licks the plastic coated fake wood panelling that is on the walls of my apartment. He loves cotton balls, but that’s mostly for chasing. He has been known to lick out my margarita glass, the boozer. He’s an odd cat.

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My cat used to eat dogfood all the time. Actually, he kind of thought he was a dog, in general. My sister’s cat has been observed eating ants. My brother’s cat once ate the center out of a pumpkin pie I had left out to cool on the table overnight. Now that was odd…

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Why do some cats love to eat rubberbands or elastics? Achmed has an insane craving for anything made of elastic, especially those thick rubberbands that come around broccoli. I know this can kill him, so I hide them, but it’s really odd.

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Kasey will lick just about anything. She won’t eat just anything, but you can bet she is gonna lick it! The weirdest thing ever was when I woke up to her licking my feet. Blech!

She also likes to lick the side of the toilet, which makes me wonder. Am I missing out on something? :slight_smile:

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Marley will eat just about anything. His fave is corn chips. The hubby can get him to eat just about anything just by saying “It’s good.” Shoulda named him Mikey.

Monkey is a little more finicky. She just likes green olives, canned peas, and used condoms.

Do I win?

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OP
Our cat did the same thing, always licking things we’d touched to get the salt. He had kidney failure. Is Harvey getting on? I’d get him to the vet. In the early stages, it can be treated by diet (I think it was called KD or something).
Good luck!

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Willow and George both love raw pumpkin. We carved one for Halloween, and the scraps were in a box waiting to be thrown away. I walked away for awhile, and came back to find both cats munching away. Bizarre. Willow also likes hiding her food, and I was not very pleased when I climbed into bed, felt something slimy, and discovered a chunk of pumpkin hidden under the covers.

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Conan and Schrodinger both like canned peas. They also like leafy lettuce, like butter lettuce. Schrodinger likes avocado, Conan likes alfalfa sprouts. Conan also likes to chew plastic and cardboard.

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You mean you have never licked a toilet? man you aint lived!!

Inside just under the rim is best, you find all sorts of goodies stuck there :smiley:

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GAG BARF

The image of the rim of the toilet, and all it’s “goodies” acutally made me gag. GROSS!

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>snigger< snorts snot down nose, wipes monitor and carries on

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i beg to differ.
The word is adventurous.
or curious, even

yes, yes, I know, curiosity killed the cat

but!
satisfaction brought him back.

:stuck_out_tongue:

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einstein’s lovechild: Harley has numerous health problems due to FIV and his rough life on the streets before I adopted him. He is already on a special diet, and hasn’t been licking plastic as much lately.

Mishell, re: pumpkin: My best friend’s cat has megacolon and his vet told him to feed her pumpkin because it has a lot of fiber, cats like it, and it’s really good for them. So it’s good that your kitties were eating the pumpkin!

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One of my cats loves babies-breath. It’s pretty funny to watch him go at it, opening his mouth as wide as possible, and pulling back his lips at the gape of the jaw in order not to miss a single delicious bud.

Another one has been at the bird-of-paradise flowers which my wife put in a vase on a table. Depending on where you’re sitting when he does it, you can sometimes get a view from below, as it were, that makes him look like the shark from the famous poster from Jaws.

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Lettuce and anything directly out of my husband’s mouth.

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Wow. Now I don’t feel like my cats are so weird. They like popcorn, pretzles, pizza crust, and lemon cake.

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My female won’t eat anything but cat food and smoked pulled pork.

My male will eat anything and everything. He’s even figured out how to get pizza boxes open.

Here’s the weirdest thing: the kitten won’t eat kitten food. the cat won’t eat kitten food. the dog won’t eat senior dog food. the dog will eat kitten food. the kitten will eat senior dog food.

weird.

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The late Dr. Faustus used to eat crickets. He’d eat them, but he’d pick the legs off. Used to find cricket legs all over the place, behind the couch.

He also liked Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum, neat – he’d want to lick out the shot glass after I’d mixed a drink. He didn’t like beer, though, or anything carbonated.

Once in a while, he liked a little chopped celery, although we think this was simply because he associated it with tuna (I put chopped celery in my tuna salad).

The late Fluff was fond of banana peels and melon rind. The trick was to keep her from eating the entire banana peel, because it would make her sick. Melon rind, she’d just gnaw on until it lost its flavor.

And then, there was the late Tigger. Tigger enjoyed fresh bird, whenever he could get it, which was once or twice a week. He loved his mistress, though – my girlfriend at the time, currently my wife – and felt that he should leave HER something, too. So he’d carefully arrange the parts of the bird he didn’t eat on the back porch. Weirdly enough, he’d get the arrangement right, too… it was always a pile of bird guts, with the feet below it, the head above it, and the wings on either side. He even got the wings right – left wing was always on the left side, right wing on the right.

This was small consolation to me, as I stepped out onto the back porch of a Sunday morning to get the newspaper and stepped into a pile of cold wet bird guts with my bare foot. This must have happened five or six times before I finally learned to check for dead birds before venturing onto the porch…

Oh, yeah, and then there was the time the late Rorschach attempted to eat ME. He really liked this new shampoo my wife had bought… it affected him kinda like catnip… and whenever I was freshly showered, he’d hop up onto the back of the couch and sniff my hair… and snuffle my hair… and jam his cold wet nose into the back of my neck… and my ear… and purrrrrrrrr… and snuffle some more…

…and one day, he seized my head between his paws and chomped down on the back of my head. I yelped; I almost simultaneously felt a dozen needle-like pricks on my temples, followed by a sharp bite on the back of my skull. Fortunately, he couldn’t get his mouth open really wide enough to do any real damage, but it was kind of startling.

My wife says he had the most … blissful… expression on his face when he did it…

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My first cat Weenie (don’t laugh, I was only 2 when I named him) was the strangest. He absolutely loved taco-flavoured nacho chips and frozen corn. He’d go nuts when my mom chopped onions, yelling and clawing the backs of her legs, but he refused to actually eat the onion if you gave him any, though he wouldn’t shut up unless you did. He also ate crickets, but left behind both the heads and the legs. And I can’t believe I almost forgot the best one: gingerbread. My mom went all out with gingerbread houses when I was a kid and we always had gingerbread men “playing” in the front yard of the house and a little log pile at the side. Every now and then we’d come down in the morning to find that the gingerbread men had been knocked over and were missing heads or limbs, or that the log pile had been scattered and some of the logs were rather chewed.

Brutus was mainly just into cat food and meat, but he did once eat an entire slice of ham and pineapple pizza, except for a bit of the crust.

Frodo loved rubber bands and those gold elastic strings you sometimes get on boxes of chocolate and the like. The first Christmas we had him we also quickly learned that dishes of nuts could not be left out unattended as he licked all the salt off. I think he was also the one who’d drink tea if it was cold enough.

Bilbo and Mungo, my parents’ current cats, were a pair of little carbo fiends when they were kittens. Bread could not be left on the counter or they’d chew through the plastic bag to get at it, and they were known to steal pasta off of people’s plates if you turned your back for more than a second. They outgrew that eventually and their eating habits are relatively normal now, though Bilbo always immediately eats the tails off of new toy mice.

Oh, and my mom sometimes talks about a cat she had as a child that loved dried apricots. It ate them lying on its back, holding the apricot between its front paws, like an otter. I wish I could’ve seen that.