We have this little black long haired cat that we have had since she was born.
Had her sister too who was the mousingest fucking cat I had ever seen but it turned up missing and never showed up again about a year ago.
When they were very young, I would occasionally come home from work and still have half a sandwich left over from lunch and I would plop my ass down in the recliner, dig it out, unwrap it out of the sandwich bag and start munching on it.
Those two little fuckers would come sniffing around and I would give them little bites of the sandwich meat. It wasn’t very often and they were both very young but I’m here to tell you that they knew the sound of a sandwich baggy meant good things.
It had probably been two years since I had done that and I wasn’t even thinking about it one night a couple of weeks ago when I reached over and started digging a half a sandwich out of a baggy after work.
Next thing I know, I have a little black cat right in my face begging for a treat.
Jumped up onto the recliner and climbed right over the laptop screen to get to me.
Normally this cat doesn’t have hardly anything to do with me.
It’s funny how the little fucker remembers that.
My cat is the same way with tin cans.
Doesn’t matter what’s in it, if I pull out a can of soup or chili or something, that fucker is on me, meowing and rubbing on my legs and shit.
Thinks it’s canned cat food.
Cats can be pretty fucking stupid sometimes but they have an amazing ability to remember where food comes from.