Cooking with pets- any funny stories

Just being silly here, but my son has two cats that are "his" depite the fact that I am slept on every night by both of them. Remembering (almost)every cat that I grew up with, these are well behaved. One if there is food that he likes will be there "helping" on my island. Primarily seafood. Nowhere to be found if it is not seafood. The other "brain damaged" cat (seriously - someone abused this poor cat before we adopted it) will scream to get food that I am cooking if it is beef. When bringing in lasagana for a work cookout a couple of years ago, I posted pictures of the two of them within a foot of the pan on my island looking VERY interested. My co-workers had no issues, they laughed.

I have many "cat helping" stories hat I will not bother you with, anyone have any "helping" stories of their pets?

Sorry if there are typo's.... Typing on the ipad with my secondary hand due to my primary hand being slept on by the larger of thectwo cats.

We have a cat that used to wander through our feet in the kitchen, but she quit that habit cold-turkey the day she tripped me while I was carrying a can of enchilada sauce.

A very old story. When moving from Boston to Louisville I made the mistake of leaving my cats with my parents. mom was BFF with Julia. Apparently a huge tree was put in before xmas with low hanging decorations and daily oysters and clams for the "grandcats" and them very happy with a climbing tree when they were indoor cats. They ate better than I did. The funny thing was that the airline sending the cats to me f'd up and forgot to put them on the plane. Such a fit was raised by my parents that the FBI was called on a security issue over this (years before TSA). At 2:am I was at the Louisville airport with two farmers and their kids who were waiting for an emergency shipment of replacement parts in each case so they could harvest. One farmer stayed to see what "kind of cats" would be sent on an aircraft. He took onelook and told me that next time I was to visit his barn and I ould have all the cats I wanted forvfree. My issue? Normal cat food was rejected by the "grandcats".

I usually have to kick my cat out of the kitchen when I'm cooking, doesn't matter what it is. He just likes to be around people, especially if there's food involved.

My cats are not interested in seafood at all, really, but any meat/poultry, they're a fan of, especially gyros meat. We have to be careful with that because it usually has onions/garlic mixed in and those are toxic to cats.

This one likes to sit on the table and watch us eat. As long as it's not gyros meat, we usually only have to remind him once to stay at least arms-length away.

One Christmas Eve a few years ago, he knocked down some steaks I had warming up to room temperature on the counter. I had to run out on Christmas Eve, around 8:00pm while my husband was at Mass, to find something else interesting for dinner. Sushi is now a Christmas Eve tradition. And the steaks, after being rinsed, got chopped up, frozen in individual "snack-size" servings and fed to the cats and dog occasionally....so their little plan worked!

exvaxman wrote:A very old story. When moving from Boston to Louisville I made the mistake of leaving my cats with my parents. mom was BFF with Julia. Apparently a huge tree was put in before xmas with low hanging decorations and daily oysters and clams for the "grandcats" and them very happy with a climbing tree when they were indoor cats. They ate better than I did. The funny thing was that the airline sending the cats to me f'd up and forgot to put them on the plane. Such a fit was raised by my parents that the FBI was called on a security issue over this (years before TSA). At 2:am I was at the Louisville airport with two farmers and their kids who were waiting for an emergency shipment of replacement parts in each case so they could harvest. One farmer stayed to see what "kind of cats" would be sent on an aircraft. He took onelook and told me that next time I was to visit his barn and I ould have all the cats I wanted forvfree. My issue? Normal cat food was rejected by the "grandcats".

Your parents must be related to my Dad. For 20+ years, his cats have had fresh cooked shrimp or scallops for dinner. I was house & pet-sitting once while in college and decided the cats ate better than I did, so I ate their fresh seafood & fed them the shrimp I'd picked out of leftover Chinese food. When one of the cats had an extended stay at the vet's office, the vet was apparently coming in over the weekend to give him his fresh seafood dinner.

In my house, cat #1 loves people food and cat #2 usually has no interest. But cat #2 will periodically show some strange obsessions. Most recent: Pistachios. I can't figure that one out. Also, a head of cabbage that was in my CSA box. (Anyone remember the book Bunnicula?) And he seems to have some 6th sense when cherries are drying in the kitchen sink, and loves nothing more to get a few and bat them across my cream-colored carpet. (This from a cat who never otherwise gets on the countertop.)

A few cats back was Guy l'Orange, an orange marmalade cat. Full of cat-al-itity. He loved cheese. But more than cheese, he loved jalapenos. So his evening snack, as I was having my first Old Guide Dog of the day, was to sit alongside me and, as I drank, scarf hot Mexican Velveeta, which was actually pretty damn hot. I can't find it any more, so I suspect they've taken it off the market. Good ol' Guy--nuthin' wrong with a cat who loves hot jalapeno cheese! RIP, Guy l'Orange!

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I remember when we first got Sir Hiss, I was draining some pasta, penne I believe, in the sink. He jumped up on the edge, grabbed one piece, and ran away with it. Oddly enough, he never ate pasta again. Mustn't be a fan of Italian. He prefers plastic bags. One thing I cannot figure out is his adoration for anything green and leafy. If there are celery leaves, greens, fennel fronds etc. within reach, he cannot be deterred. He's stuck his nose in the spikes of a pineapple...I don't know what he planned on doing with them. We have to hide them in the pantry and if he sees them, he'll sit there and whine. Whenever I buy fresh mint, however, I give him a couple of leaves.

He does not drink much water, but when we have a glass sitting out and he gets the urge, he waits for us to look away, then sticks his face in and laps up quite a bit. I've often joked that we should just suction a glass to the kitchen floor to get him to drink more. I usually don't give him scraps, but sometimes when I'm browning ground meat by itself I'll give him a little taste.

Until very recently I had a cat that liked to ride around on my shoulders as I walked around the house. He always had his head and front paws on my left shoulder and his rear end draped over my right. Whenever he wanted up he would get on to a tall piece of furniture so I could go over and lean down for him to climb aboard. One time while cooking I was busy rooting around in the refrigerator for something I needed when he quietly got up on the island behind me and jumped the four or five feet across the aisle to land on my back (with claws fully extended) and climbed up. Scared the crap out of me, and left some impressive scratches. My girlfriend watched the entire thing unfold and was laughing her head off.

We used to give our cat piggyback rides too, but apparently we weren't doing it right and he stopped. I really miss that.

A couple of years ago, we had a NYE get together at our house. I made a lot of food and left most of it in the kitchen, so the guests could go in and eat whenever the wanted to, buffet style. We were all in the living room playing a trivia game, when we heard our friend cry out from the kitchen, "Cat! Cake! Cat eating cake!" Apparently our cat jumped onto the stove, where the cake was cooling, and was licking the cake with wild abandon. Our friend was so shocked that those words were the only things he could cry out at the moment.

Annie, our biggle (too big for a beagle, probably part spaniel) that many of you met at the picnic, has poor eyesight, poor listening skills (she can hear all right, but just doesn't care), but one heck of a nose.

Beef and chicken are of moderate interest, but open lamb, duck or pork, and she's in the kitchen waiting for a share of the spoils as soon as it comes out of the plastic. This appears to be true whether it comes out of the grocery bag, fridge or even freezer.

My cat Max loved black olives. He'd eat the olives then lap up all the juice.

Pie Lady wrote:I remember when we first got Sir Hiss, I was draining some pasta, penne I believe, in the sink. He jumped up on the edge, grabbed one piece, and ran away with it. Oddly enough, he never ate pasta again. Mustn't be a fan of Italian. He prefers plastic bags. One thing I cannot figure out is his adoration for anything green and leafy. If there are celery leaves, greens, fennel fronds etc. within reach, he cannot be deterred. He's stuck his nose in the spikes of a pineapple...I don't know what he planned on doing with them. We have to hide them in the pantry and if he sees them, he'll sit there and whine. Whenever I buy fresh mint, however, I give him a couple of leaves.

He does not drink much water, but when we have a glass sitting out and he gets the urge, he waits for us to look away, then sticks his face in and laps up quite a bit. I've often joked that we should just suction a glass to the kitchen floor to get him to drink more. I usually don't give him scraps, but sometimes when I'm browning ground meat by itself I'll give him a little taste.

I have a plastic-bag eating cat. Drives me crazy because, of course, plastic bags are practically unavoidable in life. The moment I walk into the house, I have to secure anything which arrived in a plastic bag because he can sniff them out from a mile away.

And both of my cats are also the kind who drink out of water glasses, not water bowls. There's a glass that permanently lives on a coffee table, which is "their" glass. Unfortunately, Cat #2 doesn't really grasp the difference between my water glass and his water glass. His might be full and he'll still stick his face deep into a pint glass in an effort to drink my water. Cat #1, on the other hand, knows exactly which glass is his, and is a prima donna if it's not filled to the brim. He's been known to sit on the coffee table staring at me while making gestures to indicate he's about to push it off the table. That's my cue that he'd like it filled further. (And make no mistake...he has looked me in the eye and pushed it off more times than I can count. But he's smart. I've never come home to find that the glass has been pushed off the table. It only happens when I'm sitting 3 feet away. Yes, I am a well-trained human!)

I remember the time I was trying to get my X wife's pet cat on the spit rod for the Grill. Man that cat was a fighter

Ah yes....the ubiquitous pet in kitchen story....got a million of em.

When I was a kid, had a cat that would not eat any people food; nose up to chicken, beef, tuna, eggs, etc. She turned 12 and decided she had missed out. Her favorites where potato chips, ice cream (vanilla only) and pancake batter. That girl did some damage to a bag of unattended potato chips. Had to lock them up.

As an adult, I've had a cat that adored green olives and could find any jar that contained them at any point in time. My mom had a jar with loose change that once had been an olive jar. He *loved* that jar. What he did with olives was hysterical though. He would bat them around the house and protect them like they were gold. You might lose a finger if you got close to his olive!

Another cat, while a kitten, would "trim" sub sandwiches left out on the counter and because he was so small, he was crafty about it. When I say trim, it means he would eat anything hanging outside the bread. Looked like someone took pinking shears to the sub. As he got older, he became crafty. I had some shrimp defrosting in a colander in the sink. After a while, I kept hearing the cat-landing-on-the-floor noise. Went in the kitchen to see him on the sink with a shrimp in his mouth. He scampered down and darted under the kitchen table. Smarty-pants wasn't eating the shrimp. He was creating a stock pile under the table (out of the dogs reach, I may add) for snacking on later.

The one I have now sits on the bar stool and watches me prep and cook. He's not yet been brave enough to stick his nose too close. He's only a year old.....he'll learn!!