Long, long ago, way back when...
In ancient times, when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
You know, when Peep #1 was a few years younger.
Long, long ago, before I, Seville the Cat, was even born, the doctor for the kitties livin' with the peep then once said, "We're just walking talking can openers to them."
Well that was then, and this is now, and NOW, my friends, my food comes in the tins with those pop can kinda lids. Lids like... You know... Like pop cans.
So as you can imagine, for a kitty like me who has grown up with pop can lid tinned food, peeps aren't walkin' talkin' can openers at all. They're...
Okay, so maybe they are walkin' talkin' can openers, but the thing is, they open cans in a totally different way from the way cans were opened back in the dark ages. And as a result, unlike our ancestors, the sound of a can opener no longer brings us modern-day kitties a-running. Oh sure, we might run into the kitchen at the sound of a tin with a pop can kinda lid being popped open, but a can bein' opened with a can opener? Pshaw! I'm not wastin' my energy running for something like that. Odds are, when peeps open a tin using a can opener, they're likely opening something stupid. Stupid like a tin of peas. Or corn. Or even worse. Like refried black beans.
As a result, Canadian peeps from coast to coast to coast are now free to open tins at their leisure, without the fear of kitties expecting them to share.
Although this is no longer the case here at my house.
So here's the thing. A little while back, the peeps were buyin' us cats tins of tuna. Flaked white tuna packed in water, they were, on account of that bein' pretty much the only thing Andy would eat before he left us for Heaven.
AND OF COURSE, when one opens a tin of tuna for one kitty, ALL kitties expect to get their fair share.
So needless to say, Rushton, Mason, and I have all developed a liking for tuna.
Now unlike the tuna meant for kitties - You know, the kind that comes in the tins with pop can kinda lids. - tuna meant for peeps comes in cans that must be opened by usin' a can opener. Apparently, peeps all across this great nation have been hiding this fact from us cats.
But now. We cats. KNOW.
So now at my house, the sound of a tin bein' cracked open with a can opener is like music to our ears. MUSIC TO OUR EARS, I tell you. Yes, beautiful dulcet tones of sweet music.
Now, the peeps can't even open a can of peas or corn or refried black beans...
And why DO they have to fry those beans more than once, anyway?
Without havin' us kitties come a-runnin'.
And unfortunately, this can be VERY DISAPPOINTING, indeed.
For your information, I, Seville the Cat, do not like tinned peas. I don't eat tinned corn. And I most certainly want NOTHIN' TO DO WITH NOTHIN' havin' anythin' to do with twice fried up black beans.
Mol, Many Claws Gang won’t eat retried beans either but Tuna! Oh yes please!ReplyDelete
Dang, I hate those false alarms too!ReplyDelete
Seville, we get the tuna-for-cats in the pop-top tins, except The Hubby thinks it makes Da Boyz's...er, um...output...too stinky!ReplyDelete
Do you want to hear something terrible? My human has a kind of can opener that makes no noise whatsoever! So when any delectable human food gets opened, we have to be close enough to smell it to make a dash to the kitchen!ReplyDelete
My kitty and Rainbow Bridge kitties all know what the can opener means. They would get the water from the tuna plus a little tuna each in their own dish. My dogs always demanded their share too. :)ReplyDelete
I definitely don't like fish-canned or popped, this cat isn't going to be running anywhere at the sound. Now, opening of a fridge, or Mrs H rattlin' (not her and her tablets I hasten to add, but plates) in the kitchen (not her and her tablets I hasten to add, but plates and dishes) and I'll assume it's feed time. And even if it's not, it soon will be so I sits and waits ;)ReplyDelete
I don't know, I'd eat beans given da chance - but I like eating EVERYTHING!ReplyDelete
Mol!!! Seville, my indoor kitty seems to know when I cook chicken or beef in the Instant pot!!!! He will come running when he hears the pressure release and he will sing me songs of his people until he gets his share!!! If by chance he gets veggies (peas, corn, green bean or potatoe) he gives me the "REALLY MOM?" look!!! But tuna???? No way!!!! He smells it and walks away???? Mouses!!!!ReplyDelete
Love your posts Seville!!!!
dood....tuna iz de best like that when itz inna can...thanx full lee de same kinda tuna comez ina pouch round heer, de kinda pouch that a cat can sink hiz teeth in two if ya catch R meenin ;) ♥♥☺☺ReplyDelete
When I make tuna casserole it has hardly any tuna in it because I have to give everyone a taste of tuna. :)ReplyDelete
I do hope Nissy met up with our Only at the RB. Thank you kindly for stopping by.ReplyDelete
This is a very inpurresting commentary on how we cats hear certain noises, while blocking out others...like our meowmy's ragging on us about kicking litter outside the boxes. Anyway! We gots the pop open cans for Fancy Feast, but one special occasions like Gotcha Days, we get toona. Or sardines. Or kippers! Some of them come in pop up cans, but the toona doesn't. Mom uses a man-u-al contraption that always makes her cranky cuz it hurts her hands to use it. She has one of them electric openers but...yeah. She knows that sound will have kitties come running every time. We think we should get toona and kippers every day. We're thinking of striking until we do.ReplyDelete
I TOTALLY understand, Severs. Mom plopped a spoonful of those beans on her plate last week and it looked like . . . well it looked like . . . something that I might deposit in the litter box. EWWW! If that's what's hidden in those tin cans that don't have pop tops, then I'm not interested whatsoever.ReplyDelete