The Not So Yummy Snack

Our cat loves to be outside.  Unfortunately there is a leash law for cats in our city, and there are some people in our neighborhood that get very, very upset when our cat roams around, so we try to only  take him outside with a leash.  It feels more than slightly ridiculous, and Brutus still tries to escape out the door any chance that he gets.  Because there are a lot of kids in our family and a lot of piano students coming and going, he gets a lot of chances.  To make the stressful job of capturing the cat and returning him to the indoor environment that he loathes a bit easier, we usually try to coax Brutus over to us with a bag of cat treats that we shake.  When he hears the plastic bag of treats shaking, Brutus will sometimes pause and come over for a treat, or at least allow one of us to pick him up and bring him inside for a treat.

We always have cat treats on hand because Brutus is always escaping.  He likes the plant based, cat nip laced treats the best.

Yesterday I was cleaning up the kitchen counter.  Earlier I had been making something with chocolate chips.  The kitchen was somewhat dimly lit since it only has one north facing window and the afternoon was cloudy. I saw some chocolate chips on the counter.  I hadn’t remembered leaving them there.  I popped all four in my mouth and bit down, and then I realized that I was not chewing chocolate.  I was eating cat treats.  I ran over to the sink spit them out.  Dr. Peds nearly keeled over in laughter as I sputtered and choked and gagged and nearly vomited.  No amount of water or juice or milk seemed to take the horrible taste away.

The kidlets had been using cat treats to coax Brutus inside earlier.  Apparently they left them on the kitchen counter out of the package.

Cat treats are not tasty, my friends.  Take my word for it.