Yesterday, when I got home from work, I saw a big spot on the floor where Peeper (our cat), apparently was not able to stomach her dinner. Whole bits of food - not even chewed. Disgusting, right? Did I feel like cleaning it up? No. So, I left it.
This morning, Peeper was very persistent about getting her breakfast. When Pam and I got downstairs, I was going about getting myself ready for work and Peeper was meowing incessantly. Finally, I turned toward her and said "Well, why don't you eat what you left on the floor last night?" And as I turned to gesture toward the pile of puke on the floor, I see that is just we she had done. All the whole bits of food were gone.
Eeeeeeeew!
She got her breakfast.
UPDATE: Lest one think that is all we gave her for breakfast, I meant to suggest that we gave her some more food, given that she made the ultimate sacrifice of cleaning up the mess for us.
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We tried to get Annie to do that and she never would. Fortunately, we don't have her anymore. I remember our dogs doing that though. Somehow it seems more like a dog thing and not a cat thing to do.
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