Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
A suspension of feline disbelief
Rustle rustle rustle.
Mist: Pssst. Hey, Ash. The Angry Bald One’s got a foil pack.
Ash: Foil pack?
Mist: Foil pack.
Ash: FOIL PACK!
Doug: Sorry, guys. It ain’t what you think.
Mist: Chicken? I hope it’s chicken.
Ash: You finished all the chicken.
Mist: I can’t help it if you’re slow.
Ash: I can’t help it if you’re a pig.
Mist: Maybe it’s liver!
Ash: Don’t change the subject.
Doug: I’m telling you, you’re not going to like this.
Mist: What’s he saying?
Ash: It’s all gibberish to me. Evidently, it must be something so tasty he’s not willing to share.
Mist: Told you it was liver.
Doug: Don’t believe me? Here. Try some.
*tosses onto the floor two cashews seasoned with lemongrass and mild Chinese chili*
Mist: *sniff*
Ash: *sniff* *sniff*
Mist: Maybe he’s got the liver snacks hidden among these . . . these things.
Ash: I’m willing to wait him out if you are.
Doug: Here. Have some dried pineapple.
*Tosses another bit onto the floor*
Mist: Um.
Ash: Excuse me, Angry Bald One?
Doug: Stop looking at me like that.
Ash: Mind telling me — what is this bullshit?
Mist: If he ever leaves his shoes downstairs, I am so leaving him a present.
D.
Now dogs, OTOH…
“Oh boy!” (nom, nom, nom)
[momentary pause, accompanied by much licking of chops and wrinkled forehead]
“Excuse me… WTF was that?”
..rinse, repeat. Duration varies according to the personality of said dog.
As for the snackies in question – we made the best salad out of mixed baby greens, some firm pears and Granny Smith apples, Hood River bleu cheese, and the Valdosta pecans, topped with a homemade blueberry vinagrette. Yum.
That salad sounds wonderful 🙂
You are such a tease! Go fetch those kitties something nice right now. Like some corn chips and sugar cookies (favourite snacks of bizarre cats in our house).
They’re terribly finicky. I have never seen such strange cats — won’t eat any human food, not even chicken or steak or cheese. That’s one reason it was so amazing they liked these foil pack treats. Sadly, I can’t remember the brand, but I should be able to recognize them.
Harry likes plain potato chips, although he has a little trouble chewing them, and Chef Boyardee tomato sauce – if I’m making Alphagettis for the HouseApes, I always drain off a little sauce for the cat.
Our tabby likes shrimp, and one time we brought home crab claws, threw the remnants in the trash (well wrapped), and you should have seen the mess he made going through that trash. The black one, Midnight, one of the most polite cats ever…won’t beg at all. Both are happy with wheat grass or canned food (treats for them).
Just have to stick my nose in on this one.
Three cats, two of whom think that leaving the kitchen, then returning right away means another bowl of food.
Then theres the rabbits, yeap, another three there, who’ll drop everything at the sound of a carrot snapping or a bunch of parsley being pulled apart.
Edwin
Funny how they’re trainable except when you WANT them to learn something. (Like with the ferrets: NO. You do NOT get to shit under the bed.)