Or Tales of the Crazy Cat Lady – The Turkey Trap
I made a mistake.
Mookie my oldest cat who will turn 15 in two months has always shared food with me. She mostly eats cat food, but she likes to have a few bites of whatever I am eating at meals. This has never been a problem so we went with it. One of her favorite foods is roasted turkey. Turkey, as long as it is not salty and over processed is good for cats, better than most of the grainy cat foods. For Thanksgiving I always make a big turkey and the cats eat as much as they want and then have little snacks everyday as long as the turkey lasts.
This year after Thanksgiving dinner I took all the meat and put it in a zip lock bag, then into the fridge (the bones became stock). Problem was the fridge was as stuffed as the turkey had been, so the bags of turkey got put in the bottom drawer. Mookie, follows me around most days, so every time when I went to the fridge, even for a glass of water, she was near by. She could smell the turkey, and the bottom drawer is not very tight, so she would reach out and pull it open.
Once she saw the turkey, she would turn her beautiful big sad eyes to me, pleading “May I haz some more plez?”. I could not deny her food once she had seen it, so I would open the bag and give her a few bites, which of course chummed the water so all the other sharks would come running. 
Soon she realized the best food is in the fridge. The turkey is of course long gone. But there is always something in there she wants to eat. Soon I realized she was getting a snack every time I went to the fridge. Then she started meowing and standing on her hind legs against the fridge every time I went to the kitchen. She has special crunches upstairs for old ladies, before now when I went upstairs she would follow me and eat some of her crunchies. At night she would sleep up there with me and eat her crunches during the night.
For the last few nights after I carry her to bed she runs back downstairs and sit in front of the fridge. Then I have to bring her upstairs and give her guilt until she eats some of the crunchies. Yes, guilt is a two way street with my cats. Crazy cat lady remember. I can also make that face ————>
A few days ago when I was cleaning the fridge she even jumped inside of it. Cats don’t go in the fridge!!! They are not nom!
That is why there is now a bowl of crunchies for mature cats in my fridge. I will start handing her the bowl every time she says “Give me foodz!”.
Don’t judge me! At least I don’t have children I am going to fuck up and then release onto the world. My cats stays in my house and in the front yard during walkies.
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