cats

I had a cat that was a total food fiend. Eating pizza was hard because he'd try to get some for himself.

When I would make burgers on the grill, the food I prepped in the kitchen - bun, lettuce, tomato, etc. - had to go in the microwave or he'd grab them while I was working at the grill. He was relentless.

One time I had some friends over and warned them to watch the food. They didn't believe me when I said how quick he could be. Later, I found part of a burger in my bed.

Another time, he and I were staying at my parents place, and I got up one morning after they had left for work and noticed a red spot on his white fur. I asked my mom about it - turns out he had pushed a cake in a container off the counter to get some icing that was on the outside edge, and the spot was icing.

He had a lot of food allergies, so he could only eat one specific variety of prescription cat food, which he didn't like very much. That's what drove a lot of his actions. I couldn't blame him. Unfortunately, the food allergies were IBS that eventually evolved into cancer.

I miss him. He's been gone 10 years now, and I still think of him a lot.