When it comes to cats, I like to believe that mine love cheese not because they are cats, but because they have advanced and sophisticated cat palates, and I have taught them well.
Ok, maybe not. They do enjoy drinking the toilet water, and I know that I definitely did not encourage that. But I have to say that their fondness for fromage goes above and beyond the every day cat picking at what they find in a garbage can – which they never do because they hate the way garbage smells. See? Sophistication!
|A Sunday snack of La Tur, crackers and fig jam, meant for Jon and me|
|"Hey, do you smell cheese? I smell cheese."|
|"Excuse me, but I see you have some La Tur there..."|
|"... and if you don't share it, you can expect a present from the Turd Fairy on your pillow tonight."|
|"Oh! Hey! You found the cheese!"|
They never miss an opportunity for cheese. I have to stealthily gulp down little cheese snacks like a fat husband trying to sneak a few spoonfuls of ice cream out of the freezer without his wife knowing.
But they're onto me.
|"Are you hiding cheese up there?"|
|"I'm going to have to confiscate this."|
They know no boundaries. They do not comprehend humbleness or humility. Only cheese.
|"Give me your cheese sammich please."|
|"Haha! My cheese sammich now!"|
|"No, seriously. I want a slice of the cheese pizza."|
Their focus and dedication is admirable...
|"This is not the cheese you are looking for. You can go about your business. Move along."|
... although occasionally a bit mislead.
|"The is a very peculiar cheese wheel."|
Apparently, cheese begging is a really strenuous commitment and requires something else that my cats do expertly: sleep.
I think I may have taught them that as well...