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After going to the Texas Roadhouse steak restaurant, Lis and I had a couple ounces of medium-rare steak left over. So we cut it up into cat-bite-sized pieces and brought it home.
We just put it into the cats' dishes, and gave it to them. They looked at it, sniffed it, walked around and traded dishes to sniff at the OTHER cat's dish, looked up at us quizzically. They went back and forth sniffing each dish and looking at us in a confused manner.
Then Nora made a "burying" motion with her front paw and walked away.
. . . yeah. No steak for our cats, I guess.
We just put it into the cats' dishes, and gave it to them. They looked at it, sniffed it, walked around and traded dishes to sniff at the OTHER cat's dish, looked up at us quizzically. They went back and forth sniffing each dish and looking at us in a confused manner.
Then Nora made a "burying" motion with her front paw and walked away.
. . . yeah. No steak for our cats, I guess.
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Date: 2012-12-09 10:53 pm (UTC)They'll dig it up later
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