They say cats don't have a sweet tooth, but our very bossy, old, fat, crabby cat apparently didn't get the memo.
She adopted us at the local humane society, and we were naively assuming that we would easily get the extra weight off her by putting her on a diet. That hasn't worked out as well as we hoped (the less we feed her, the more she complains and the less she moves).
She is extremely crafty in getting her favorite foods - pieces of donut, potato chips and pork (preferably smoked in the form of bacon or ham).
We had friends over yesterday for a gaming night, and people brought food - and she honed in on the guests who had made ham sandwiches (all knowing and exploiting her love of pork - and the humiliatingly dog-like tricks she is willing to do - including sitting up and giving a high 5 with her paw - to acquire said pork).
Hubby and I are convinced that "on her planet" they must have mouse-sized pig-like animals (and somehow her people have learned how to smoke them, without opposable thumbs - of course on this planet, that's what the humans are for).
Or maybe that's why they colonized Earth, because of our donuts and our giant pork.
Does anyone else suspect that their feline overlord comes from the same planet?
(Don't tell your kitty of your suspicions, I don't think they want us to know).