So we got these plastic snack balls where you put dry food in and it’s supposed be
hours minutes seconds of fun where they push it around and little food bits fall out to their delight. Needless to say, Smudge ended up sitting and watching Duncan enjoy the food ball thing. I tried to tell Duncan no and passed the ball to Smudge…guess who had it when I looked back.
And her cat dutifully waits for her to finish.
So her is Trudith again. This time she really shows her class and graceful nature. She always eats like a lady.
So I had a lovely time with my grammy today. She lives like 10 minutes from work so I stopped by to hang out for a bit and we went out for a bite to eat. I introduced her to Jimmy Johns and we both got my favorite…the Beach Club. Turkey, provolone (I think), lettuce, sprouts (yum!), avocado spread (double yum!), and no mayo. Soooooooo good. My love affair with Jimmy Johns is on-again, off-again and began in college. I know it’s not the best food around but dog-gone-it, I love those subs. And the chips. Mmmmm. Gram loved it too. And we love each other. So it was a lovey day!
Maybe if they don't see how desperate I am...
Yes, I’ll admit it. Sometimes Adam and I make up songs about mundane everyday things. Today Adam was singing about the cats. Specifically Duncan. Pretty much because Duncan was looking ridiculous and desperate but as if he was trying to hide it. We decided that it was his way of getting food since he knows that being annoying and meowing just won’t work anymore.
I guess there's a strike on.
Duncan and Smudge have been on a diet, but this trend started waaaaay before that. Duncan and Smudge are if nothing, excellent measurers. They can tell if they have been fed less than a desirable amount and are quick to protest.
Tonight I gave them half a can of Fancy Feast instead of the typical one can each, thinking that they could get a second helping before bed. But their little sense of measurement took charge and a protest was quickly organized.
Good job, Duncan!
I went upstairs today to find Duncan just causally lounging on the countertop staring at the oven. I know he was just making sure it didn’t overcook. What a good member of the household…
Locked out? Who cares?!
So I found out a certain
little big cat got locked out of our basement last night. And not only that…..but he ate his uncle’s cat food upstairs during his midnight run of the house. All of it. As in zero crumbs or anything leftover. How am I not surprised?
"Go get a shower right now or I will eat your head."
So I’m hungry right now. Really really hungry. Not starving hungry but I’ve forgone some snackage because I knew we were going out to eat with my brother. Adam just got home from work and didn’t get ready fast enough for me so I told him to watch as I was drawing and proceeded to threaten him with, “Go get a shower right now or I will eat your head.” And yes, that is a floating desk.
Sorry for the Facebook-like status update to this post. But it just happened. Literally…in the literal sense, not the figurative sense that has seemingly overtaken the original function of the word.
So if you have a cat that needs something to do, I suggest this: hide food bits and/or treats around the house for them to find. Be aware, some cats are dumb and might not find all the treats so come up with a plan so that you don’t find food bits days/months/whatever later. They are pretty persistent, though, so it might not even be an issue.
This spells trouble.
Near live action posting; this just happened not too long ago. These cats are getting too smart for their own good.
I suppose that’s why people eat out at restaurants or have at-home chefs. Both good options, I suppose. This might be better, though.
Oh man oh man oh man, who's there? Is Dad going to feed us?!?!
So I got a Bamboo Fun tablet as a birthday present and this is the first result. Not too great, but I just wanted to get a feel for doodling on it. So here is Duncan as I was sitting in the kitchen with my new Bamboo tablet as he heard Adam come home and got REALLY excited about it. He knows that means dinner and is therefore very motivated.
Ah! I didn't see you walking up to me even though you were in the open and I had nothing obstructing my view.
This is Sabrina. She is my mom’s cat. My mom got Sabrina when I found her (Sabrina, not my mom) in the park eating snacks from the day camp I was helping at (although that would be funny to imagine my mom doing this). I brought her home and pretty much made my mom keep her, haha. Sorry mom.
Sabrina is very very scared of pretty much everything…which is why I made her look so wide-eyed because she pretty much always is. Walking within 10 feet of her? Run away. Look at her from across the room? Run away. Move your arm too fast? Run away.
The only exception is when we have food….then she turns into a whole other cat. Forget running and hiding. Sabrina is all up in your business ready to eat anything made available to her. But as soon as the food goes away, she returns to a scaredy cat.
I suppose if I want to be friends with her I should just start wearing that Lady Gaga meat dress.
- Rawr, part deux
To be totally honest, I have no idea what Duncan did to inspire this cattoon, but I seem to recall something about learning about bears getting into food even if the food has been tied up in a tree. I think of those wily bears opening all sorts of treats and it reminds of what Duncan does. We really do have to put certain food up in the cupboard to avoid finding cookie remnants on the ground in the morning.
Earlier I explored Duncan’s bear-like qualities and I think this is just another piece of information that leads me further into knowing why my cat is such a weirdo.
He's about to get his own show on A&E.
Duncan is food crazy. This is common knowledge here on notacrazycatlady.com. However, some of you may not realize the severity of the situation.
Duncan is a cat posessed. In fact, I opened a string cheese not too long ago (looks like a piece-mealed dinner tonight!) and in typical Duncan fashion he was in the kitchen with me, underfoot before I had even contemplated if I was going to eat the string cheese in strings or banana-style.
He is seriously nuts. Above I have creatively listed all the foods he literally will fight me for. Dang that cat has strong paws.
Can you identify them all? Sure it isn’t that hard, but indeed it is surprising when the scope of his food desires is completely realized.
Warning: if a cat doesn’t scurry when busted with his head in a bag of Doritos, you know the problem is pretty serious.
Duncan is such a manipulator.
If you’ve been reading so far, you know that Duncan is food crazy like a tween is boy crazy. He’s so crafty and this cattoon is how he tried to pull a fast one on Adam.
In his forever quest to obtain food, Duncan has learned a set of skills that aid him in his attempts at being a manipulator extraordinaire. Why do the work when he thinks he can get us to do it for him? Smart cat.
These talents include Duncan’s charm and panache. Often he’ll sit with his feet turned out all awrkward (yes, I said awrkward) and use his leathery sweet meow to try and convince us it’s time to do what he wants us to do. This ranges from getting him food to producing more pets. No joke. Stop petting him when he’s all situated in a lap and he’ll “mreh” us for a while until we pet him. It’s very persuasive.
So Adam comes home and Duncan runs to the door as usual for his greeting/act 1 of his manipulation plan. Duncan plays it cool with a rub and a good boy act that might fool the novice. Act 2 is a meow that is supposed to work like a siren’s call but comes out more like a 60-year old smoking veteran who has glass stuck in their throat. And that’s really it. I mean, he is just a cat.
Adam’s response to this was, “What do you think you’re gonna get from me, Mr. Meows?” Hence, a new nickname (that we really don’t use but it sounds funny saying we actually do).
- They mean business.
If Duncan has one job in this world, it is to procure food. It nearly doesn’t matter what kind of food, as long as he get his paws or mouth to it. Some cattoons in the future will showcase his favorites but this cattoon reflects on that Duncan demands food from us, mostly when it gets
close to dinner at least an hour near dinner. When his food conquest begins, he marches around the apartment doing laps and knocking papers off tables/counters and follows us everywhere in the hopes that we might venture into the kitchen for his food. Interestingly, Duncan gains a lackey in his determined state, a one Mr. Smudge, and they become an obsessed food-demanding crew that is a force to be reckoned with…or at least is moderately annoying.
P.S. I rescued Duncan from the Cat Welfare of Ohio in Columbus (hence his name in the cattoon). Think about rescuing a cat TODAY! Or tomorrow.