I think we have the Einstein of the kitten world living in our house. Either he’s brilliant or we have invited an alien possessed animal into our home. I have never been more amazed by the intellectual prowess or food choices of a cat.
He has learned the body language of every person in the house. He knows when we are going to the kitchen and he immediately shows up and begins rubbing on our ankles, crying like a baby, and trying his best, to persuade us to give him food. We have come to find that he will eat absolutely anything. He likes broccoli, brussel sprouts, sweet potato, squash, asparagus, grapes, apple, corn, green beans, egg yolk (every morning for essential fats). He likes cookies, Greek honey yogurt (solves the gas), kidney beans, cheese (especially smoked Gouda), and the most amazing of all things…the best thing, the most amazing thing, the food that repels every cat I have ever known, BANANA. He LOVES banana. Normally we call banana the “kitty force field”, they will turn their noses up at it and run. Not this baby.
He has also figured out that if I walk to the patio door he should be at attention. Why you ask? Well, I have sprinkled nuts for the squirrels on the patio. He has figured out that after I throw out the nuts there will be squirrels appearing shortly.
He is completely aware of the time that Matthew will return home from work. He has learned this from the other two who wait near the door around the same time each night.
He has started sleeping outside our bedroom door with Roly, waiting for us to get up each morning. The door opens and they both run down the stairs and start meowing near the refrigerator. They know that it’s egg yolk time. If I don’t get the eggs out immediately he begins the rubbing of the ankles. If I walk to the pantry he knows the difference between when I am grabbing a can of cat food or something else.
The only thing I have been unable to explain to him is that the oven is a hot thing and that just because yummy smells are emanating from it, he should not approach when the door opens. I have to have others help hold him back.
There are somethings that make poor little Mochi gag. Salsa, green chile, and mustard. The mustard was a hilarious experience. He immediately ran up on Bean’s finger, licked the mustard off said finger and then immediately ran off to sit under the dining room chair. His eyes were watering. She waited just a few seconds, put more mustard on the finger and up he ran, smelled of it, and gagged!! I was having yummy sweet potato chips and triple roasted salsa (both from Trader Joe’s) and that silly cat came up to get whatever his human was eating. He smelled, squinted, gagged.
Trouble loves green chile chicken burrito filling and will wait until I am done eating because he knows I will give him a bit of the filling to eat. Mochi decided that he would like it if Trouble was eating it and ran up to get a bit, the green chile made him gag.
All three kitties know when we are going to bed or out of the house. They tell us good-bye when we are leaving the room. They are sweet babies and I’m so glad that we have them. They bring a lot of joy to our lives and are definitely entertaining. I have heard it said that cats are like potato chips and you can’t just have one. So glad that we didn’t resist having all three!