We had tuna for lunch today. It was Obi’s idea. Oliver and I went along with it – it seemed like a fine idea. And so it was.
As anyone with cats can tell you, the feline ear is built specifically for hearing a can opener. If you have an electric can opener all you have to do is rev it to find every cat in your household. Even, oddly enough, if you feed them from pop top cans. Even if you don’t feed them from cans at all.
We do not have an electric opener. But Oliver can hear the manual one from anywhere in the house. It makes him really mad when he comes all the way to the kitchen and I’m opening Spaghetti-O’s. He doesn’t like Spaghetti-O’s. He’ll hang around, though, thinking that maybe I’ll realize that he may be hungry as well. It has never worked out for him.
But today! Today it WAS tuna! I divided the tuna juice onto the two breakfast plates. Oliver licked his around the kitchen. Obi has figured out that if he puts his foot on his plate it doesn’t move. Then they licked the can (yay for the safety blade that makes this okay). Then they asked to lick the bowl I mixed my tuna salad in – earning me dirty looks and no licks because I ruined perfectly good tuna with mayo and pickles.
And that is what they remember: I ruined the tuna. I am the abuser of tuna.
Bad Girl.
Today’s Thunder Thursday is about Bisco, my friend Leigha’s pug.
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It is so true about the can opener. My cats don’t get canned food but they still know to come running at the sound. So weird!!
My cats also come running when they hear the can opener, even though I’m much more likely to be opening a can of tomatoes than anything that the cats would like. They’re also weird about tuna — they love tuna juice, but when I decide to give them an extra treat and put a little tuna in each dish, they’ll lick up all the juice but leave the pieces of fish.
that is one pissed-off pug! And I haven’t opened tuna in the house since Callie and I adopted all those kittens — I’m kinda afraid of what might happen…