Another entry for the weird cat files

[muckefuck]

I may have mentioned before that our beast is a little beggar. Virtually every time you prepare something at the kitchen counter, he's there crying for a look. He's even more bold at dinner time, placing his little white paws on the table edge and hoisting his face up to solicit sympathy. Generally, I find that the easiest way to get rid of him is offering him a sample of whatever it is--cookie, cocktail, chicken part, you name it--I happen to have in my hand. Invariably, he sniffs it (sometimes rather thoroughly; other times he recoils immediately, particularly where tea or alcohol are involved) and turns away.

Did I say "invariably"? Well, you all know there's been at least one exception; now there are two. This morning, I held out my toast with Knoblauchquark, expecting the usual sniff-and-release. Instead, he licked the bread clean. So, for the record: No interest in cream or butter or yoghurt or ice cream or any other dairy product, but give him some quark with chives and he'll devour it. WTF, cat?

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[keyne.livejournal.com]

Also note that they can get toxoplasmosis that way -- Gwydion didn't have it as a kitten and spent the next fifteen years as an indoor-only cat, but he started shedding toxo parasites, presumably from eating the occasional mouse.

(Probably won't hurt the cat but could be a problem for visiting kids and pregnant women.)