Yesterday morning I made my lunch for work. It was a very simple ham sandwich: ham, cheese, butter and bread. The ham DeeDude got for us at Costco are humongo slices, way too large for one sandwich. So, I thought I’d use some of the remaining ham to sit on the English muffins I planned to have for breakfast. The ham sat on the plate and as I looked at it I got a very clear image in my head of one of the cats up on the counter licking away at my ham. I shook my head and thought to myself, “how silly you are.”
So, I turned from my odd vision to busy myself in the refrigerator getting out my English muffin. As I shut the door and turned around I saw Shelby, one of our cats, industriously licking away at my ham.
That was a psychic hit.
My next inclination was to eat the ham anyway. Kitty licks don’t bother me all that much, though she had managed to cover the entire bit even before I could shoo her off of the counter. I figured if I was going to do that I really ought to rinse it off. Then, it came to me that the ham was hers not mine. I moved with that one and parceled it out to all the cats.
Sam wasn’t around though and as I neared the end of the slice I figured she was just going to have to miss this particular treat. But, she showed up right as I had two bits left. She moved right into drinking at the water dish and seemed to be real busy. I had things to do and didn’t want to wait for her to notice I had a couple of treats of ham for her.
Now, Samantha is a funny cat. She grew up to be a no human contact cat inside the house. Outside she’s fine and you can pet her and pull on her tail as she welcomes you home and escorts you up the steps. But, once you get inside the house you better not touch her because she’s lightning quick and will turn and claw the living daylights out of you if you’re not careful.
So, she is taking her own sweet time having a drink and I want to get rid of this ham. I poked her in the side to get her attention. I was taking a chance, but it worked. She turned to see who dared to poke her and saw the ham. She gave it a careful kitty sniff to make sure it was okay and I figured she was all set to get it. I released it and it dropped to the bottom of the water dish.
I have never seen such a study in consternation ever in a cat as she closed in on the surface of the water dish, like Snoopy used to do in the cartoons, and studied that bit of ham sitting under 2 inches of water. I fished it out for her and gave her the other piece, but the whole episode was interesting to me and certainly a nice way to start my day.