I think there has been a mixup in my treats…
Well, I have to tell you that it’s usually mama who gives me a little treat when I…er…uh…do something to generate a little special Party Time (mixed with low-fat kibble – you can’t pull one over on me, mama, I know you cut it!), and so mama was busy helping me do my blog but I wanted my treat because of what I had “done” and so papa went in to where mama was and asked which jar had the treats in it and then he went back into the kitchen and you won’t believe what he almost did.
He almost gave me a treat out of his CEREAL container, which, maybe unfortunately for me, looks just like MY TREAT HOLDER, except taller, and so papa almost gave me a big pinch of what those Roman soldiers used to eat to keep their marching muscles – FARRO in Italian and in English, SPELT.
I thought spelt was the past tense of spell…haha.
Maybe I should make it a practice to rub on mama instead when I look anticipatory, but I have to say, papa figured it out pretty quickly, and heaven knows I did NOT need more roughage, haha.
I gave papa’s jeans a little caress to make him feel better…
That “spelt” looks like the oatmeal cereal Mom makes for her breakfast on occasion or puts in her smoothies. I wonder if it tastes better than my kibble? Say, did you sample the spelt, Loulou, or is it something that is bad for us pussycats to eat?
I don’t think spelt will hurt you if it didn’t kill the Roman army back when, but it is…er…efficacious.
Good thing you didn’t eat it, Loulou. We bet it tastes yucky.
Argggggh….like cardboard. Anthros are so weird. Maybe the milk and sugar helps….
Oh dear, Loulou. They do look very similar though.
I just don’t want papa eating MY KIBBLE!
LOL!!!! Loulou – you would have probably turned up your nose at that and given Papa a “what were you thinking?!” look. That’s what cat’s do. I would have gobbled it right down and, er, how knows what the results might be!? Or maybe I will be careful what I woof down after that bout of – food poisoning? Have no idea, but now I’m over it, but it was NOT fun!!!
OH, Mya, we were so sorry for your bug, and I’m sure it was AWFUL. But you’re better now so be careful what you put in your temple. You body is one, right?
Did you eat them? 🙂
NO WAY WOULE I TOUCH ROUGHAGE, haha. Do NOT need that.
That sounds like something our Dad would do!
Maybe it’s a dad/papa thing…I can hear him calling mama, “WHERE is that kibble again?”
Yes, LouLou, we pet parents can sometimes get mixed up. Musli would not meet your obligate carnivore standards. Luckily Papa caught his little mistake in time !
I just didn’t want him to EAT MY KIBBLE for breakfast, haha.