Eat like a cat

I noticed something strange a few days ago and it got me to thinking.

I get up early,

and the first thing I do after heading to the little girls room

( if trying to run with your legs crossed and saying "oh cr**, oh cr** just let me get there in time", can really be considered "heading" - but I digress) is turn on the coffee maker and the computer.

It says a lot about the inadequacy of my percolator that the computer actually comes through for me first - and this region of Australia has the slowest Internet connection that I've ever seen. I almost have time to get my legs waxed and do a load of laundry before either one of them graces me with it's presence.

Anyway I'm digressing again....

While I'm getting my coffee cup ready, the cats are always twining' and rubbing around my legs, begging for something, so I usually give them a morning shot of milk, while I'm doing my cup.

Then I noticed something.

When I gave them my favorite milk - the organic non-homogenized milk,

or milk fresh from the farm,

they lapped it up like there was no tomorrow.

Yet when I gave them the regular cheap store-bought milk, they might have a lick or two,

but there was definitely no licking the bottom of the bowl like "this is so darn good ,that I want to finish every last drop" stuff going on.

And I usually had to pour what's left, down the drain.

With the organic milk, they lick that bowl so darn clean that I could almost put it straight back in the cupboard.

Not that I would - but I could and no one would even know the difference.

I mean, that bowl is that clean.

So, I mentioned it to my guy.

And he said "Well, maybe they know something we don't"

But maybe we do.

I gave up drinking regular milk - or rather using it in my coffee, years ago... because of the permeates that they add to store-bought milk.

Oh, it's still milk, but anything that has to be artificially blended, heat treated,

added to or altered for consistency and profitability, is not plain old "straight from the teat" milk as far as I'm concerned.

I thought it was just me and maybe a bit of an obsession with me... but obviously, it's not.

Even the cats can tell the difference.

So, my guy decides that maybe we should watch the cats and eat what they eat - because cats are so discerning.

Yeah right.

Have you ever seen a cat stalk and kill a moth?

Or a lizard?

They even like the tins of Jelly-meat, whatever in the heck that is.

Chicken necks, the fat off a steak or the skin off a chicken?

For gawd's sake.. they even lick each others bottoms.

Those are all things that I have absolutely no desire to eat...

let alone put anywhere near my mouth!

But I just find it interesting that they will choose organic,

non-pasteurized,

non-homogenized,

totally unaltered milk over the store stuff.

Every single time.

It kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Or maybe I'm just nuts.