Dream on, crazy cat
I am on a calorie-restricted diet. Optimists will tell me “It’s a lifestyle change!” but when it comes down to it, it’s a diet. I have to eat fewer calories than I would like to eat in order to drop pounds.
So yesterday, I was thrilled that I had enough calories left at the end of the day that I could enjoy a Healthy Choice frozen Greek yogurt cup. For a mere 100 calories, I could indulge in strawberry creaminess.
It would have been a much more enjoyable experience without being STALKED by Thai from the time I got the cup from the freezer to the last bite I licked off the spoon.
See the pleading eyes? Those big sad orbs that beg, “Oh kind lady, won’t you share just a wee bite of your dairy delciousness with me?”
Access denied, kitty.
February 20, 2013 - 1:42 PM
Something similar happens around our house with anything involving milk…though, last night the ever-nimble Julio was caught moving in to steal a slice of meatloaf off the counter – talk about bad kitty!
This is cruel and unusual punishment and there was no crime! What’s a teenie bite of dairy for your sweet cat? (but kitty eats on the floor, yes “bad kitty” for jumping on the counter!)
Chesney gives me the same look whenever I have a sugar-free popsicle. He goes bananas as soon as he sees me pull them out of the freezer (he recognizes the wrapper), and waits impatiently until I sit down so he can hop up on the chair with me, assume the “poor pitiful puppy” look, and hover for every little bite I give him. Cherry seems to be his favorite, although he won’t turn down a grape or orange either.
Aw, poor Thai. Not even a lick off the lid? I have a cat hanging off each pant leg when lunchmeat comes out.
To Leisa, artificial sweeteners are toxic to cats and dogs so please be careful giving Chesney a taste of your sugar free popsicle.