The Dangers of Cheese

Hi, Lizzie here today.  I want to tell you about a darker side of myself.  Normally I’m very well behaved (for a cat, anyway), but there’s one thing that will turn me into a drooling, slavering monster–cheese.

It starts out like this: mama gets out a few pieces of string cheese or cheese curds (we *are* in Wisconsin, after all)and I pick up the scent.  My nose starts twitching, my whiskers go forward, and my brain locks down.  I’m on a mission.

My target

I forget who I am, where I am, all I want is CHEESE!

"Lizzie, no!" "Cheese!"

I don’t heed mama’s warnings.  I’m a swiping, snarling animal (well, I AM an animal, but you know what I mean!).


And do you think I score any?  Do you think I am rewarded?  That would be a big fat NO!  I am unceremoniously tossed off of her lap on to the floor, to share my troubles with my brother.

"Did you get any?" "I don't want to talk about it."

It’s hard being a cat!  Have a good weekend, and I hope you have better luck than I do!

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5 responses to “The Dangers of Cheese”

  1. Brian says :

    Very pretty pictures, did you say cheese?

  2. Sweet Praline says :

    Maybe if you said, “pretty please, I want some cheese.”

  3. Laila and Minchie says :

    Oh noes! And living in Wisconsin being denied a little taste! Mom gives me and Angel one thing strip of string cheese when she eats it. It’s very yummy!


  4. CCL Wendy says :

    Poor Lizzie! But, yes, you should always ask before taking. Maybe then you would get some.
    Mommy can’t reward norty behaviours.

    Also, today is Valentine’s Day, so maybe you could try to guilt you Mommy into giving you and Connor some cheese today.

    Happy Valentine’s Day!

  5. Derby says :

    Gee, I just finished a little snack of string cheese with mum. Sorry you don’t get any.

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