That corn cob pic reminds me of a cat I used to have, his name was Ashtray. If you don't want to read it, skip to the last paragraph.
Right before my daughter was born 13 years ago, my husband I were moving from our tiny one bedroom apartment to a two bedroom. When we moved the bed, there were 16 corn cobs under the bed in various degrees of dryness and not a single kernel on any of them. We had six cats at the time and it took awhile to figure out who was doing it.
Oddly though, he wasn't stealing another corn cob when we caught him...he stole a bag of lettuce and onion scrapings in a Ziploc baggy. It was a gallon size bag of it (the sandwiches were leftovers from a graduation celebration) and he took off with this bag in his mouth and dragging it between his legs...he went straight under the bed with it. It was a riot! David and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing...maybe you had to see him do it, but it was hilarious seeing that bag bouncing between his hind legs and him quickly leaving the scene of the crime!
Sadly, less than a month after we moved into the new apartment, Ashtray got out when my husband and a friend were moving in a baby dresser. He got ran over that night and I didn't even know he was out until I fed the cats that morning and he wasn't the first one at the bowl like always. I found him between the sidewalk and the street in some ivy, brought him home and he's buried with several other cats I've had, in the woods were I played as a kid.
Toby reminds me a lot of him...same big clumsy blockheadedness love lush.
I never thought of them eating table food as weird...Churchy likes Ramen Noodles and spaghetti and Dixie hoovers the table after we eat, but Toby only likes fried chicken. They all sit in line and wait for cereal milk, which I give them a bit on occasion and they all like to lick bowls after we're done, whether it's ravioli sauce or ice cream.
One of my mom's cats likes tomato juice, from fresh tomatoes, not the drinkable kind.
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