None of our cats get human food. Once you get them interested, it’s all over. If they never get the taste, it’s as if it doesn’t exist. That’s not to say I’ll ever leave a steak out to temper, untended, ever again. But that’s the idea.
Growing up, cats ate potato chips, Doritos, Cheetos, licked the ice cream bowl clean...
Frankly, worst thing you can ever do!
We live in the rural outskirts of a small town in wine country, and our four beast were all feral born. We fed their mom to see if she would adopt us. After the third litter in 1 yr, we got her fixed, and were adopted by two of the three generations of offspring. Of course, since they were born in the wild, we have to let them be indoor/outdoor. The plus side is they will not use a litter box (we still keep two jic!). The down side is they also are true predators.
Suffice it to say, gophers are juicy. They will kill roof rats, but won’t eat them. Meadow voles and field mice are cute AF, and now constitute the name “popcorn snack,” as they are gone in a bite or two. Birds though. My god, the birds. One brought in a turkey chick. One brought in a woodpecker. But there is nothing quite like cleaning that mess up; chasing feathers with the vacuum... or better is when they bring it in to the bed at night and let it loose. The Lady and I both hid under the covers until that ended. Nothing like an injured dart flying around in panic while the cat dies it’s thing.
*smdh
But now they usually eat everything but a few specific organs. Oh. And the gopher teeth. Like flipping elephant tusks!
We’ve also never had healthier, more well adjusted cats in either of our lives!