It’s believed that this is how canines were made useful to humans and accustomed to being around us. The fact that they “guarded” their food sources was the payoff for the humans. A mutually beneficial relationship, through the ages.
ComeOn Kitty walked on a leash to the vets and would stop in front of the local BBQ joint. I would tell her we would stop on the way back from the Vets. On the way back she would sit down on the sidewalk while I opened the door and hollered “One Order of Ribs for the Cat.” They would bring them out to us, I would pay, they would take her picture as she sat out front and eat a few. We would take the left overs home for later.
drivingfuriously Premium Member about 1 year ago
Sometimes my dog gets too much sodium in the table scraps.
Erse IS better about 1 year ago
BBQ is certainly one of the better things in life!
Charliegirl Premium Member about 1 year ago
Can you blame him?
in-dubio-pro-rainbow about 1 year ago
No longer “Hungry Like the Wolf”, huh?
potfarmer about 1 year ago
Pulled warthog?
mfoldude Premium Member about 1 year ago
Exactly what happened to me…
Steverino Premium Member about 1 year ago
Cats have tasted BBQ, and they aren’t domesticated. Socialized, perhaps, but not domesticated.
raybarb44 about 1 year ago
Took that long did it…….
LeftCoastBoomer Premium Member about 1 year ago
It’s believed that this is how canines were made useful to humans and accustomed to being around us. The fact that they “guarded” their food sources was the payoff for the humans. A mutually beneficial relationship, through the ages.
mistercatworks about 1 year ago
Haven’t eaten barbecued meat in 20 years. I get all those fumes courtesy of my neighbors now. :(
walstib Premium Member about 1 year ago
Is that Roscoe from “Pickles”?
Frank Burns Eats Worms about 1 year ago
Nice to meat ’ya.
Brent Rosenthal Premium Member about 1 year ago
Just wait till he gets a taste of bacon
Stephen Gilberg about 1 year ago
Changing his behavior is one thing, but his size and shape?
crazeekatlady about 1 year ago
ComeOn Kitty walked on a leash to the vets and would stop in front of the local BBQ joint. I would tell her we would stop on the way back from the Vets. On the way back she would sit down on the sidewalk while I opened the door and hollered “One Order of Ribs for the Cat.” They would bring them out to us, I would pay, they would take her picture as she sat out front and eat a few. We would take the left overs home for later.
eddi-TBH about 1 year ago
I can’t really blame him.