My cat really likes bacon. He has some sort of bacon radar (which I suspect he keeps in his nose) that alerts him to the presence of bacon the instant it's exposed to the air.
Case in point. The other day, I cooked us a lovely fry-up. Rochester was asleep in the next room. I took all of the ingredients out of the fridge. The bacon was plastic wrapped. Started cooking the sausages. There were no cats in the room.
Case in point. The other day, I cooked us a lovely fry-up. Rochester was asleep in the next room. I took all of the ingredients out of the fridge. The bacon was plastic wrapped. Started cooking the sausages. There were no cats in the room.
Next up, I took the kitchen scissors out of the drawer. Still no cats.
Then I cut into the bacon wrapper. Within moments of the bacon molecules being freed into the general atmosphere, there he was, at my feet, shouting for a taste of the lovely, lovely bacon.
I say 'shouting'. Rochester doesn't actually make much noise when he meows. Normally, he just kind of mimes. When he's really desperate he manages a strangled little squeak. That's what he was doing. (I've been trying to catch him doing it on video for years, but he's really camera-shy!)
Anyway... Rochester loves bacon. Can't really blame him!
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