Our new cat, Julian, likes lamb and sausage and chicken and such: this is not surprising. Nor is his inordinate fondness for yogurt (whole-milk yogurt, with maybe a bit of vanilla extract in it).
I wasn't surprised that he accepted the sweet potato and asked for more: I'd mashed lots of butter into it.
For dessert, I cut three slices of watermelon. I knew he didn't like watermelon, not just because he's a cat but because he'd come around and inquired about it when I had some last week, sniffed at a morsel in my hands and then walked away without eating it.
I was wrong. He likes watermelon. He likes it enough to put his front paws up against the table and ask for more. Apparently it just has to be really good, ripe watermelon.
I wasn't surprised that he accepted the sweet potato and asked for more: I'd mashed lots of butter into it.
For dessert, I cut three slices of watermelon. I knew he didn't like watermelon, not just because he's a cat but because he'd come around and inquired about it when I had some last week, sniffed at a morsel in my hands and then walked away without eating it.
I was wrong. He likes watermelon. He likes it enough to put his front paws up against the table and ask for more. Apparently it just has to be really good, ripe watermelon.
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