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November 17, 2007
Crepuscular, discriminating, lactose-intolerant.
My cat and I have a lot in common; like many housecats and African-Americans, Polly and I are both lactose-intolerant.
Still, we enjoy dairy quite a bit. In six years, Polly's learned to ask for it by name. I know it sounds crazy, but my cat makes a very specific vocalization when she's after some half-and-half.
Not only can she recognize a carton of dairy from across the room, she starts whining for her share as soon as I start brewing coffee. She won't cry for skim, but she recognizes 2% milk. On the hungover morning when I made that discovery, I recall wondering if my cat could read.
It's hardly sounds like a plea -- it's more like a demand, and her volume is proportionate to the fat content. I used heavy whipping cream a few weeks ago to make green tea gelato for a baby shower and I thought she was going to cut me.
I'll see if I can record it so everyone doesn't start to think me mad. Am I the only person whose cat has a food vocabulary?
Posted by Your Protagonist at November 17, 2007 08:28 PM