My cat, Bentley, absolutely loves those Pitter Patter cat treats (sp?)). They come in a cute little metal tin and every time I would shake the tin, he would come running and knew he'd get two treats.
I unfortunately can't find that brand locally anymore so I started buying other treats, which he refused to eat. Today, just for the hell of it, I put them in the old tin, shook it and he came running. I held my breath to see if he would eat the new treats and sure enough, he did.
Anyways, I found this totally fascinating. For Bentley, it's all about the container his treats come in. If he only knew!!!
Thats hilarious! Good thing you found a solution to your treat problem that doesn't involve a whole lot of hassle. Just don't lose that tin!
People who make designer jeans and t-shirts probably have the same reaction when they sell stuff through fancy mall outlets. As do bottled water people, etc., etc., etc.
This is where the cats train us. Bentley knows what excites him. You just had to figure that out. Like Ohma said.
Hehe... this is why I love cats. They do such crazy stuff. One of my cats always pries my closet open and sleeps there wedged in between my clothes. Another one crawls through pants legs and falls asleep inside. And yet another one consistently jumps up on the bed the instant after I fix it in the morning and proceeds to make herself comfortable against my pillow as if to say "It's my turn to sleep on the bed now." Hehe.
That is fascinating. Makes me wonder whether Bentley thinks what he eats tastes the same as long as it comes from the tin or as long as he eats from the tin, he doesn't care what it tastes like. As someone has said before, he seems to be a cat who wants a certain lifestyle
my cat, lilly, loves those same treats. i buy them at pet supplies plus. maybe you could do a web search and see if any are close to you.
my cat loved those treats so much that after i gave her them she started attacking me drawing blood. i had to stop giving them to her for awhile to see if she would calm down. but when i started giving them back it was like kitty on crack again. so i now give her, tarter shield, they only have one calorie per piece and she can have up to 15 a day. so she's pretty happy right now. i don't know what is in pitter patter but it turns my kitty into a ferocious tiger.
Cats are famous for being fussy eaters. I doubt whether it is anything other than to annoy us (smile). I have four cats and they each eat a different brand of food. And as soon as I buy their chosen brand in bulk, they decide they no longer like that specific food. One of the cats will not touch its food without it being sprinkled with dried liver pieces (luckily bought from a shop, not homemade). It is however this ever-changing minds of our cats which endear them so much to us; they keep us on our toes, never leaving time for boredom or dull moments. Remember: cats know what we think; they don't care, but they know.
You ought to see BP's pussy cat. The one with the teeth!
Of our three cats, the younger female, Kitten Precious, is the one who drives my wife "even crazier". Pam saved her life four years ago when KP was the runt of a litter and suffering for it. For the longest time, no one could pet her BUT Pam.
To this day she most often sleeps on Pam's bed with her, but now it's me who gets to do the petting; if Pam so much as tries, the cat walks off. Which of course hurts Pam's feelings.
But KP's most remarkable behavior is her "study of the ceiling". When we lived in Colorado, Pam went through a severely suicidal spell one night. I was away at work when she decided to end it. No, no, she didn't shoot herself--she took the .22 caliber revolver she had in her hand and shot a hole in the ceiling. Thad did end it--her suicidal spell, that is. Snapped her right out of it. She jumped up, kicked a hole in the wall, battered a heavy pottery vase to shards, smashed the cell phones, and performed a number of other tension-releasing activities.
We were in that house for another 8 months before my job got Obamified, but until the day we left, Kitten would every now and then sit calmly on the living room floor and stare up at that hole in the ceiling. For minutes at a time.
A couple of weeks ago, Pammie went through a rough patch here in our camp trailer in Arizona. Not nearly as bad as the other, but the cat seemed to know her Mom was "on the edge". She sat on Pam's bed...and stared up at the ceiling for several minutes.
Apparently either wondering where the bullet hole was, or if there might soon be a new one...
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