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Sh*t My Cat Does: Carbs and Quirks

If you haven’t heard yet, I have a cat. Her name is Fraulein. Check out my first post if you didn’t get the memo. If you’ve read that already, then you aware that my cat is weird.

One of the weirdest traits we’ve discovered thus far is her love for bread. Yep, bread.

One day, we came home from work to find an empty hot dog bun bag beneath the computer desk, and only a few feet away, the two hot dog buns that had been inside said bag, having been nibbled on by a certain feline.

I know what you’re thinking. But Ky, it’s food. It’s normal for a mischievous young kitty to sneak a snack now and then.

Right. But these hot dog buns had originally been on the kitchen counter, accompanied by several other more logical, easily accessible food choices. That counter top was shared with tasty watermelon taffy, chips, and even cat treats. She chose the hot dog buns, and carried them out of the kitchen, through the dining room and into the living room to… like an a**hole cat… take a few bites from her spoils and move on.

The funny thing is… a few days ago, we found her attempting to enjoy another doughy treat: Leftover cheesy garlic bread. Again, she had taken the sandwich bag filled with carbs from the kitchen counter and brought it into the living room (that’s where the humans usually eat) and was trying to tear into her chosen treat.


I know the photo isn’t great… But she was in nom mode. My point is… Fraulein likes bread. A lot. But wait! Not just bread! I think she might have a thing for carbs in general. I guess she takes after her humans. *wipes away a proud tear* Husband recently woke up to potatoes scattered across the kitchen floor. We’ll have to be more careful about where we store the good stuff.

In other news, we finally bought Fraulein a leash and harness! I thought she would love to go outside since she’s always trying to sneak out when we open the door. But dear Fraulein kinda forgot how to cat when I finally coaxed her outdoors.




Fraulein is confused and not amused.

She roamed the flower beds, eating grass and being generally clueless before eventually making me do the stereotypical drag-the-cat routine. She wasn’t really having it. We’ll have to keep trying on that one.

Fraulein has revealed many quirks so far. She loves bread, prefers to have her reach and/or path obstructed when playing, and enjoys lying on the bathroom floor between the toilet and the tub. I’m sure I’ll have more soon to report on the sh*t my cat does.

Sh*t My Cat Does: Meet Fraulein

This is Fraulein. Husband and I adopted her on Sunday, August 21, 2016. 14054107_1416618135021813_23307425283901255_n

I’ve never had an indoor cat before now, so this is a new adventure for me. Husband and I recently purchased our first home and moved out of the no-pets-allowed apartments where we lived for around six years, so we knew it was high time we shoved some affection onto a four-legged creature.

During a day trip to a nearby city for a bit of shopping and grubbing, we decided to take a gander at the adoptable fur babies from various rescue groups at PetSense. We saw only cats. Some paid us no mind (most of them; they’re cats and cats are generally a**holes) but one in particular in a small enclosure on the far right immediately reached a paw out to us, curious and playful. She pawed at my crossover purse, rubbed against the cage door and reveled in the attention we both were giving her.

“I want her!” I said to the husband, practically with hearts in my eyes.

“I do too.” Husband said, making me squeal with joy. You see… Husband is picky about animals. I’m the fanatic here.

We picked out the essentials (again, I’m new at this) and a few toys and I excitedly filled out the necessary paperwork to take Fraulein home. Later that day, we came to pick her up. The store clerk placed Fraulein in an annoyingly small cardboard carrier and we were on our way. Husband told me I couldn’t allow her out of the box at any point during our hour-long trip home…but… Come on! It was a tiny prison of cardboard and the poor thing was meowing in AGONY! OK… Maybe not agony… But she obviously did NOT like her accommodations. Just a little peek… I opened the flaps and she poked her head out…

OK, yes. She ended up in my lap. So sue me. I held her for almost the entirety of the trip (except for when she slipped down under the pedals while husband was driving… Oops) and she did just fine.

When I set her gently on the floor in the house, she immediately found any nook and/or cranny she could in which to hide and feel safe. She continued to prefer nooks and crannies for the next few days, and it took her more than a week to even show a desire to be on the furniture (weirdo).

Fraulein is finally starting to become more affectionate and comfortable with her surroundings, but she’s still strange. I don’t think she’ll ever lose that particular trait. After all, her humans are rather odd too…

So, stay tuned for the tales I tell about the sh*t my cat does. I’m already thoroughly entertained.



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