This is all too real. If I forget to lock up the butter when I am letting it soften, eat as much as he can as fast as he can. He has found ways to peel unopened sticks of butter. These days if I need it softened for a recipe, I usually hide it in a cupboard, under a bowl.
I have a half maine-coon who thinks she is the queen of the world, not unlike a female version of Elvis, and she’s the exact same way about canola oil, of all things. We can’t leave it out.
C Baker, my cat also goes after plastic bags and red garbage bag handles – he LOVES those. But nobody I know thinks it’s normal. He used to also chew through USB cables. During the first year I had him, I probably spent $200+ replacing electronics. He does eat relatively normal food too… like watermelon and cantaloupe. Unlike Elvis though, my kitty is only half Siamese.
Our cat Anthony (pitch black & half Siamese, too) would chew through any cables he could get his paws on – USB cables, A/V cables, and comically enough, a couple computer mice. He especially loved headphone cords. We used to have a 13″ black and white TV with an earphone jack, and my mom would leave a pair of headphones plugged into it. After replacing the third pair of headphones, they finally caught the cat chewing on the cord, and they never left them plugged in again. But he wouldn’t touch 120V cords (like extension cords or power strip cords). I think he must have been able to sense the higher current in the cord, and instinctively avoided it.
I think our current cat Gus (pronounced Goose, and also 100% pitch black) must be a distant relative of Garfield, because his favourite people food is lasagna (or any pasta with tomato sauce and cheese). He’ll also pester us incessantly until we relent and give him a bowl of milk. He’s never had the chance to get into the butter since we always keep it shut up in the cupboard.
This makes a lot of sense, and now that you’ve said “mint” family, I even have my own story to share! Our cat Daisy was wild for peppermint tea bags when I was a child! They were like catnip to her! She often smelled like peppermint tea, and that’s why I gave that little trait to Sophie, when Tommy first introduced her. 🙂
My Atticus is a massive butter fiend. He would eat the whole lot if I left it unattended. Now it sits in the microwave (when it’s off) to keep it safe.
I got a butter dish that snapped closed to keep the cats out of it. Then they discovered that it would open if they pushed it off the counter. Now I hide my butter in the spice cabinet.
The Man gave me a lovely little butter dish in the shape of a hedgehog for my birthday this year, that Lupin has already knocked to the floor once. (It did not break, thank goodness). I’m not entirely certain Elvis did not put him up to it, in the hopes of stealing some butter….
One Thanksgiving some of us were watching football when one of our dogs, a Cairn Terrier named Pippin, went quietly by to sit at the front window. A few minutes later we heard, “Where’s the butter?”
He was sick that whole night. He survived though and if he could have spoken English he may have told us it was worth it.
This is my cat Stache with any kind of food! Just the other night he started pulling broccoli flowerets out of the steamer and was chowing down on them. Peas? Loves ’em. Lettuce, cabbage? Ditto. He’s an eating machine! We have to really watch him.
My Uma loves kale and spinach. I asked her if she knew that she is supposed to be an “obligate carnivore” and not want greens, and she just kept chowing down. She will sit at the table every morning at breakfast with the kids and eat hash browns and eggs or oatmeal with them, much to their delight.
My dear friend, the SF writer Anne McCaffrey, lived in Ireland with one of those half-sized refrigerators and four very inquisitive and intelligent cats. One day, she noticed that there were odd scrape marks in the top of the block of butter on the glass dish in the fridge. After a little investigation, she found that one of her cats had figured out how to open the door and help himself.
They definitely keep us on our toes, don’t they! : ) I love butter too, so can’t fault him for being unable to resist! Although, just to be clear, I’ve never hopped up on a counter and licked a stick of it! : )
I have the most unnatural cats on the planet…they do not like people food! They have turned their noses up at nearly every offering! Tuna, filet mignon….cottage cheese, milk, butter…my little one would eat string cheese every six months or so just to throw me. But NO PEOPLE FOOD! Seriously isn’t natural!
Yes, we have a rescue kitten, Missy, who just isn’t interested in anything but her dry or canned food. If we prepare a meal she will rush in, but if we give her some she will sniff it and walk out. Either she just wants to eat with us, or she is insulted we didn’t give her her normal food.
I have an old kitty who wont eat wet food. I switched her to wet cause I thought it would be healthier (I was very careful and did my research). nope. She’d lick up gravy but mostly just sit there crying at you. I was tough at first, thinking she just wanted treats and not her healthy food.
When she finally went for my Grandma for a treat (she snapped at grandma’s hand and got a finger!) I caved and went back to dry and was extra-careful about lots of water for her.
One of ours is like that too. Cat food, wet or dry, and kitty treats? Delicious! People food? Loni has no interest, no matter what it is. Our other cat, Keelik, has to be watched. Whatever the people are eating is automatically ten times better than whatever is in his bowl. The weirdest thing he’s gone for is cookie dough ice cream, though he also loves pizza crusts and the pastry parts of poptarts. Sometimes, when I’m eating one of the above, he will come sit with me and purr, carefully not looking at the food, hoping I’ll reward him for being patient. Sometimes he very carefully licks my fingers afterwards, the only time he ever does that.
I had a cat, Rachael, who despised people food – with three exceptions, she loved white cheddar popcorn, Funyuns, and the wheat crackers from cheese on wheat. I had to scrape every last trace of cheese off of them before she would eat them, though.
My Siamese, Mai Ling, loved Doritos. The only place I could put them where she couldn’t get at them was under the top of an old roll top desk. The slightest crinkle of the package would bring her running to the kitchen at the speed of light.
I wasn’t expecting a new adventure today! I hope this means the move is going well.
Things my cat has taught me. Never turn your back on butter or butter greased pans when there’s a cat in the kitchen. Never butter the pan until you’re ready to put the cookies on it. Never leave butter topped biscuits or toast unattended. Immediately rinse cups or pans in which you’ve melted butter. When you remove the wrapping from a stick of butter, let your kitty know what a good boy he or she is by letting him or her lick the buttery side of it.
This could be either Martie or Leo in our house. If any dairy product is out and unattended, Leo is there (he prefers cheese, though). Martie doesn’t care what it is – unattended food is OBVIOUSLY Martie food lol
My cat loves butter too, and she is forever trying to get into it. I have a butter dish that I always have butter in that has to stay in a cupboard if I don’t want it to “disappear.”
“You smell like toast” cracks me up.
Hopped the train to Buttertown. so cute. My first cat Scamper loved to eat raw potatoes and tuna of course, he lived to be 26 so guess it didn’t hurt! He was my mighty hunter and came home with enough corpses and scars to prove it! Miss him. Hope you are all settled in in your dream apartment. Loved the anniversary pic of Your Special Fluffy Puff. and the pic of The Man getting help with his editing from Puck on Instagram. Thanks Georgia! by the way your missing the snow!
Our first cat Sebastian was a notorious butter eater. He was also a believer in stealing water from the People glasses. But, yes, we had to take care to keep the butter covered or else there he’d be… lick lick lick lick lick…
Have not had a butter fiend, but my dear Mallory was a bread addict. No loaf was safe and if you did not IMMEDIATELY lock it away she would attack it and rip the covering off before devouring as much as she could.
No one knew my predecessor Zak was fond of pumpkin pie until one Thanksgiving when it came time for dessert and the pie was found to have kitty bites taken out of it! Never leave a cat and a pie alone together either…
I have a very small closed container with butter in it that I use specifically to dip one of my cat’s medications in. (Tastes good and slides down easier.) As of this morning, the container is missing. No one ie talking. No one smells like toast. 🙂
A show of hands ( or paws) How many of us feel like Lupin
In panel 6 on a Monday morning??
( beautifully drawn 😊 And would like to see that as a pic on Facebook)
When I get my kiln hooked up I will make you a French Butter keeper. The top is like an upside down cup with attached saucer that fits down into a larger cup of water, sealing the butter without refrigeration.
Loki is the Elvis in our household when it comes to butter – I keep it covered in a butter dish on the counter, but if there’s even a trace of butter lurking outside of the lid of the dish, he’s on it in a flash! Then again, Loki steals mixed greens while I’m sorting them, and insists on licking every plate at dinnertime (he’d like to do so *before* we’ve finished eating, but we don’t let him go that far)….
My Loki loves human food. Bacon, eggs, anything starch related is not safe. When we go to eat our meal, Loki likes to escort us to our seats then wait for our backs to be turned and then run over to the sink to lick up anything and everything.
Does your Loki have a brother named Thor? My other cat, Thor is the complete opposite of Loki. He enjoys human food but doesn’t go crazy like his brother thought.
My Rosie (a Maltese), figured out how to jump from chair to table to get into a stick of butter one night. I heard her distress at 3:00 AM and found her passing butter diarrhea all over the carpet. Groggily, I scooped her up and spent an hour in the shower cleaning her off and letting the disgusting yellow ooze pass through.
That was our Dot! She LOVED butter (and bread, but not together) and could be quite the sneak about getting it. When she got older she realized that if she behaved herself when we were baking, we’d let her lick the butter wrapper. One of her few treats she never had to worry about one of the other cats wanting to “share”, as the other cats reacted much as Lupin in the sixth panel. And Dot looked just as happy as Elvis fourth panel when she got that butter!
We keep our butter in the cupboard, too. Leaving the dish out, covered, they just knock the cover off. If I slide it between the breadbox and the knife block, they fish it out and knock the cover off. I tried putting it inside the bread box and found the craftiest cat pushing up the cover of the bread box. So now the butter dish goes in a high cupboard. So far so good.
My Balinese was sick and required pills. Butter to the rescue! The vet suggested I coat the pills in butter and drop it in. It worked. She loved the butter and the pill became slick and she couldn’t spit it back out.
For us, it used to be our cat Ahab (RIP, my little evil three-legged buddy) and my wife’s grandfather’s pound cake. Ahab would chew through a Zip-Loc bag and aluminum foil for that. He loved it. Kitty ambrosia, apparently.
Our butterthief Dot was also a bread thief. She’d go to the same lengths as your Ahab to get bread. We ended up keeping it in the microwave, and ended up cutting off more cat-chewed spots than we care to remember when someone forgot to secure the bread!
Hahahaha!!! This made me smile so much. One of my uncles used to peel butter like a banana and eat it as a child! With 5 kids, my Nana was used to running out of food staples quickly, but suddenly when my uncle was about 5-7 the butter started disappearing. She caught him one evening, sneaking it!
Elvis saying he deserved a treat. So like Elvis. We’re grateful our cat, Shellie, a rescue as a kitten, will only eat dry kibble & loves Science diet TD necessary to ward off gingivitis. However, our wonderful Charlie, now gone 15 years, was rescued as a street cat living off neighbor’s dog food. Charlie would eat almost any thing, but his past diet caused his early demise.
Brings back so many memories of Marty cat. My Mom turned her back on the raw turkey she was stuffing for a phone call and sure enough, there was Marty noming on the bird in the roaster. Couldn’t leave a glass unattended or you’d come back to a glass of less milk and lots of cat fur. Ice cream… sheesh!
YES!!! He is! Many times folks ask if he is named after Remus Lupin (I confess, that’s why I liked the name when the Man suggested it), but he is actually named for Lupin III. The Man picked Lupin’s name, he loves Lupin III and the old, original stories about Arsene Lupin too. When Lupin was a kitten he kept stealing our pens, keys, etc, and the Man began calling him a gentleman thief. He thought of the name from that!
I love this one. My cat Misty doesn’t go after butter so much, but anything that has chicken or mayonaise in it, she will go for. She reached up once and took my brother’s piece of chicken right off his plate. It happened so fast that we had no idea she would do it or that she was even within reach of his plate at the time. One second it was there and the next it was disappearing under the stand. If I have chicken or mayonaise and am sitting on my couch, she will try and sit on my shoulder and has been known to try and get her mouth on my food as I go to take a bite.
I also have a butter fiend sharing our apartment with me. All butter now lives in the microwave because it is the only place she hasn’t figured out how to open it…yet. Her Highness also goes nuts over cheese, ranch dressing, avocado, pickled beets and raspberry flavored jello. I am fully expecting the ASPCA to turn up on my doorstep every time I break down a chicken because her meowing frequently sounds like I am torturing her with hot pokers. The neighbors always know when I am doing anything with chicken. One even went so far as to ask me some rather pointed questions about the loud meowing she was hearing from time to time. She didn’t quite believe me, until I demonstrated the behavior in her full view. My owner is not really a chatty kitty, most of the time. Chicken, apparently, turns her into an instant screamer!!
Our little female cat, Meg, cannot be left alone with people food, especially chocolate. We once made the mistake of leaving the last chocolate-frosted donut in the box on the counter with us both out of the room. Came back to find her licking the last of it off. (She was fine….that stuff is more sugar than chocolate.)
I learned years ago that a German Shepherd Dog can take a stick of butter off a card table in two seconds and act like nothing ever happened! She did the same thing with a small beef roast! Loved her anyway, she was an awesome dog.
We’re fortunate that Fido and O’Malley are not butter fiends, but they both will go after any plastic wrap left unguarded. Now, this is not a good thing for kitty digestive tracts, so we need to be vigilant. Every once in a while, however, I find a strangely wrapped item in the litter box. (Sorry for the TMI)
I think all of us who are owned by cats have got a wealth of stories about the proclivities of our furry friends. I’ve learned that if I need to soften butter, the microwave is the best place to stash it. It’s also good for hiding anything I need to keep out but don’t want the guys to get into. Mine have always been too smart for their own good.
My cat Arioch had a thing for pineapple, of all things, and King’s Hawaiian bread.
We once left the groceries on the table for a couple of minutes before putting it all away, and got back to find that he’d dragged one of those big, round loaves out of the paper sack and gnawed his way through the plastic wrap, so he could eat the entire middle of the loaf—nothing but a ring of crust left!
Dear Georgia – here is something I know you will love – it was written in 1992 by my dear friend Evelyn Hughes, who gives me permission to share it here.
BUTTER CROCK’RY
The chilly, faintly slimy nose
Rose higher and trembled near the plate:
The flimsy mind of Prospero’s
In a lone cat’s debate.
Beware the butter crock, my friend–
A dollop dropped, a crumb or less.
Beware the lap-lap sound, pretend
A dubious blamelessness.
She sprang from dorsal pose and ran;
Long time the lanky limbs did trot.
Then rested she to address a flea
And stare a while at naught.
And as in nappish doze she sat,
The butter crock its scent proclaimed,
And, sniffing toward its habitat,
She ambled unashamed.
One jump, no more, to chair from floor:
A morsel scored by lick attack.
She eyed the spread, inclined her head,
And wolfed the tempting snack.
Oh, have you stormed the butter crock?
Off of the table, mangy mite!
Unnabbed gourmet, she’s down, away,
And scuttles out of sight.
The chilly, faintly slimy nose
Rose higher and trembled near the plate:
The flimsy mind of Prospero’s
In a lone cat’s debate.
Cats aren’t supposed to be able to taste sweet, either, but be darned if my Lily girl doesn’t go wild over honey, and Chester will attempt to gorge himself on pineapple, of all things. Obligate carnivores with no sweet tooth my eye.
My ginger boy Smudge is terrible when it comes to people food, he loves everything but he especially loves ice cream. He will jump up beside me and grab my hand when I have a spoonful going to my mouth so he can lick his share.
My Border Collie, Faraday, LOVES butter.
She also knows perfectly well that she’s not allowed to get into it, so she’ll actively hide the evidence from us.
Many many years ago, when phones were still attached to the walls, I was in Basic Training for the Air Force. It was December. I called home to talk to my folks just before Christmas. My parents had gotten a speaker phone. In the time it took for my Dad to turn on the speaker phone and get back to his seat for the conversation, his cat, a 23 lb Siamese named “Tori” drank his whole glass of eggnog, that was liberally dosed with rum. Tori would not touch rum without the eggnog, nor the nog without the rum. Put the two together and he was a positive LUSH!
This is all too real. If I forget to lock up the butter when I am letting it soften, eat as much as he can as fast as he can. He has found ways to peel unopened sticks of butter. These days if I need it softened for a recipe, I usually hide it in a cupboard, under a bowl.
Mine do that too. Doesn’t have to be real butter, either. Magazine is just fine.
Do you mean margarine?
My kitty Vanya use to eat through the tin foil of the butter to eat it. He would also eat cappuccino flavoured ice cream.
I have a half maine-coon who thinks she is the queen of the world, not unlike a female version of Elvis, and she’s the exact same way about canola oil, of all things. We can’t leave it out.
I bet all that butter does fun things to his digestive system…
I have to hide mine in the microwave. Elvis and my Gio could get in a lot of trouble together…lol
At least that’s normal. Our cats go after plastic bags (which is also normal, but weird) and oregano. WHY OREGANO?
C Baker, my cat also goes after plastic bags and red garbage bag handles – he LOVES those. But nobody I know thinks it’s normal. He used to also chew through USB cables. During the first year I had him, I probably spent $200+ replacing electronics. He does eat relatively normal food too… like watermelon and cantaloupe. Unlike Elvis though, my kitty is only half Siamese.
Our cat Anthony (pitch black & half Siamese, too) would chew through any cables he could get his paws on – USB cables, A/V cables, and comically enough, a couple computer mice. He especially loved headphone cords. We used to have a 13″ black and white TV with an earphone jack, and my mom would leave a pair of headphones plugged into it. After replacing the third pair of headphones, they finally caught the cat chewing on the cord, and they never left them plugged in again. But he wouldn’t touch 120V cords (like extension cords or power strip cords). I think he must have been able to sense the higher current in the cord, and instinctively avoided it.
I think our current cat Gus (pronounced Goose, and also 100% pitch black) must be a distant relative of Garfield, because his favourite people food is lasagna (or any pasta with tomato sauce and cheese). He’ll also pester us incessantly until we relent and give him a bowl of milk. He’s never had the chance to get into the butter since we always keep it shut up in the cupboard.
“WHY OREGANO?”
“CN News reporting on an epidemic of counterfeit catnip…”
Maybe your cats have some Italian blood in ’em. 😉
I grow fresh oregano. My Taxi lives it better than catnip!
Tazi! My cat’s name is Tazi. Stupid autocorrect.
Perhaps it’s because oregano and catnip are related plants? They are both in the mint family.
This makes a lot of sense, and now that you’ve said “mint” family, I even have my own story to share! Our cat Daisy was wild for peppermint tea bags when I was a child! They were like catnip to her! She often smelled like peppermint tea, and that’s why I gave that little trait to Sophie, when Tommy first introduced her. 🙂
My Atticus is a massive butter fiend. He would eat the whole lot if I left it unattended. Now it sits in the microwave (when it’s off) to keep it safe.
Piece of advice: Put butter in the microwave for 15 seconds.
I got a butter dish that snapped closed to keep the cats out of it. Then they discovered that it would open if they pushed it off the counter. Now I hide my butter in the spice cabinet.
The Man gave me a lovely little butter dish in the shape of a hedgehog for my birthday this year, that Lupin has already knocked to the floor once. (It did not break, thank goodness). I’m not entirely certain Elvis did not put him up to it, in the hopes of stealing some butter….
In it together no doubt! They’re a great team, perhaps Pucky was the Lookout/Wheelcat?
Elvis must never get any hairballs! 🙂 🙂
I love “You smell like toast”.
I was thinking the same thing!
One Thanksgiving some of us were watching football when one of our dogs, a Cairn Terrier named Pippin, went quietly by to sit at the front window. A few minutes later we heard, “Where’s the butter?”
He was sick that whole night. He survived though and if he could have spoken English he may have told us it was worth it.
Kitten kisses in the butter!
This is my cat Stache with any kind of food! Just the other night he started pulling broccoli flowerets out of the steamer and was chowing down on them. Peas? Loves ’em. Lettuce, cabbage? Ditto. He’s an eating machine! We have to really watch him.
That’s Pucky in our home!
My Uma loves kale and spinach. I asked her if she knew that she is supposed to be an “obligate carnivore” and not want greens, and she just kept chowing down. She will sit at the table every morning at breakfast with the kids and eat hash browns and eggs or oatmeal with them, much to their delight.
My darling kitty always loved steamed broccoli, no other greens, but broccoli sent her wild, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom
My dear friend, the SF writer Anne McCaffrey, lived in Ireland with one of those half-sized refrigerators and four very inquisitive and intelligent cats. One day, she noticed that there were odd scrape marks in the top of the block of butter on the glass dish in the fridge. After a little investigation, she found that one of her cats had figured out how to open the door and help himself.
I love her books! I knew she had to be a cat person. Thanks for sharing that story.
Cats love cream, too.
Also, I love Anne McCaffrey.
Fire Lizards = Cats 🙂
“You smell like toast”… LOVE IT!
So much for Elvis saying “Everything thing I do is dignified.” I’m not sure he could look less dignified than he does in the last panel. 🙂
They definitely keep us on our toes, don’t they! : ) I love butter too, so can’t fault him for being unable to resist! Although, just to be clear, I’ve never hopped up on a counter and licked a stick of it! : )
I have the most unnatural cats on the planet…they do not like people food! They have turned their noses up at nearly every offering! Tuna, filet mignon….cottage cheese, milk, butter…my little one would eat string cheese every six months or so just to throw me. But NO PEOPLE FOOD! Seriously isn’t natural!
Count yourself very, very fortunate.
Yes, we have a rescue kitten, Missy, who just isn’t interested in anything but her dry or canned food. If we prepare a meal she will rush in, but if we give her some she will sniff it and walk out. Either she just wants to eat with us, or she is insulted we didn’t give her her normal food.
I have an old kitty who wont eat wet food. I switched her to wet cause I thought it would be healthier (I was very careful and did my research). nope. She’d lick up gravy but mostly just sit there crying at you. I was tough at first, thinking she just wanted treats and not her healthy food.
When she finally went for my Grandma for a treat (she snapped at grandma’s hand and got a finger!) I caved and went back to dry and was extra-careful about lots of water for her.
Yeah Shellie I can see your cats doing that 😀
My current cat is like that too!
One of ours is like that too. Cat food, wet or dry, and kitty treats? Delicious! People food? Loni has no interest, no matter what it is. Our other cat, Keelik, has to be watched. Whatever the people are eating is automatically ten times better than whatever is in his bowl. The weirdest thing he’s gone for is cookie dough ice cream, though he also loves pizza crusts and the pastry parts of poptarts. Sometimes, when I’m eating one of the above, he will come sit with me and purr, carefully not looking at the food, hoping I’ll reward him for being patient. Sometimes he very carefully licks my fingers afterwards, the only time he ever does that.
I had a cat, Rachael, who despised people food – with three exceptions, she loved white cheddar popcorn, Funyuns, and the wheat crackers from cheese on wheat. I had to scrape every last trace of cheese off of them before she would eat them, though.
My Siamese, Mai Ling, loved Doritos. The only place I could put them where she couldn’t get at them was under the top of an old roll top desk. The slightest crinkle of the package would bring her running to the kitchen at the speed of light.
I wasn’t expecting a new adventure today! I hope this means the move is going well.
Things my cat has taught me. Never turn your back on butter or butter greased pans when there’s a cat in the kitchen. Never butter the pan until you’re ready to put the cookies on it. Never leave butter topped biscuits or toast unattended. Immediately rinse cups or pans in which you’ve melted butter. When you remove the wrapping from a stick of butter, let your kitty know what a good boy he or she is by letting him or her lick the buttery side of it.
Elvis has taught us these lessons well, hahaha!!
This could be either Martie or Leo in our house. If any dairy product is out and unattended, Leo is there (he prefers cheese, though). Martie doesn’t care what it is – unattended food is OBVIOUSLY Martie food lol
Panel 6 is gold (metaphorically speaking, unlike Elvis in panels 4, 5, and 7 who is more literally golden).
My cat loves butter too, and she is forever trying to get into it. I have a butter dish that I always have butter in that has to stay in a cupboard if I don’t want it to “disappear.”
“You smell like toast” cracks me up.
Lupin looks jealous in panel one because he didn’t get to the buyer first!
*butter
Love the hair sweep. There’s something about Elvis. .?
Hopped the train to Buttertown. so cute. My first cat Scamper loved to eat raw potatoes and tuna of course, he lived to be 26 so guess it didn’t hurt! He was my mighty hunter and came home with enough corpses and scars to prove it! Miss him. Hope you are all settled in in your dream apartment. Loved the anniversary pic of Your Special Fluffy Puff. and the pic of The Man getting help with his editing from Puck on Instagram. Thanks Georgia! by the way your missing the snow!
Our first cat Sebastian was a notorious butter eater. He was also a believer in stealing water from the People glasses. But, yes, we had to take care to keep the butter covered or else there he’d be… lick lick lick lick lick…
Have not had a butter fiend, but my dear Mallory was a bread addict. No loaf was safe and if you did not IMMEDIATELY lock it away she would attack it and rip the covering off before devouring as much as she could.
No one knew my predecessor Zak was fond of pumpkin pie until one Thanksgiving when it came time for dessert and the pie was found to have kitty bites taken out of it! Never leave a cat and a pie alone together either…
I was sitting in my den, snowed-in for the day, a little bored, wishing I had a BCN to brighten my day. Eureka! Here it is!
I have a very small closed container with butter in it that I use specifically to dip one of my cat’s medications in. (Tastes good and slides down easier.) As of this morning, the container is missing. No one ie talking. No one smells like toast. 🙂
Alright, quick poll to everyone reading this:
A show of hands ( or paws) How many of us feel like Lupin
In panel 6 on a Monday morning??
( beautifully drawn 😊 And would like to see that as a pic on Facebook)
Is Elvis holding the butter wrapper in the fourth panel?
When I get my kiln hooked up I will make you a French Butter keeper. The top is like an upside down cup with attached saucer that fits down into a larger cup of water, sealing the butter without refrigeration.
That sounds marvelous, Sybil!
Butter bells are the bomb! =)
Right To Buttertown!! LOL Puck you’re so silly!
I put my butter in the microwave so the cats can’t get it. They haven’t figured out how to push that button that opens the door…..YET
My cat will eat ham and bacon (though he’s not supposed to eat the bacon.) That is my cat for you.
Interesting that today’s edition at Go Comics involves bacon.
Loki is the Elvis in our household when it comes to butter – I keep it covered in a butter dish on the counter, but if there’s even a trace of butter lurking outside of the lid of the dish, he’s on it in a flash! Then again, Loki steals mixed greens while I’m sorting them, and insists on licking every plate at dinnertime (he’d like to do so *before* we’ve finished eating, but we don’t let him go that far)….
My Loki loves human food. Bacon, eggs, anything starch related is not safe. When we go to eat our meal, Loki likes to escort us to our seats then wait for our backs to be turned and then run over to the sink to lick up anything and everything.
Hahaha! Maybe your Loki and my Loki were separated at birth ? ‘Cause they sound remarkably alike!
Does your Loki have a brother named Thor? My other cat, Thor is the complete opposite of Loki. He enjoys human food but doesn’t go crazy like his brother thought.
This is wonderful! A cat I had many years ago, Fred, was the only one who scouted out the butter on the counter. A kitty of good taste!
Fun fact. Every so often, butter is good for cats, but only as a semi-rare treat. It helps with hairballs.
Aahhh butter!!! Supposedly not good for us but me and all your cats will beg, borrow and steal it!!! Thanks Georgia, again. Sooooo sweet x
OK, “Right to Buttertown” seriously made me lose my mind.
My Rosie (a Maltese), figured out how to jump from chair to table to get into a stick of butter one night. I heard her distress at 3:00 AM and found her passing butter diarrhea all over the carpet. Groggily, I scooped her up and spent an hour in the shower cleaning her off and letting the disgusting yellow ooze pass through.
That was our Dot! She LOVED butter (and bread, but not together) and could be quite the sneak about getting it. When she got older she realized that if she behaved herself when we were baking, we’d let her lick the butter wrapper. One of her few treats she never had to worry about one of the other cats wanting to “share”, as the other cats reacted much as Lupin in the sixth panel. And Dot looked just as happy as Elvis fourth panel when she got that butter!
We keep our butter in the cupboard, too. Leaving the dish out, covered, they just knock the cover off. If I slide it between the breadbox and the knife block, they fish it out and knock the cover off. I tried putting it inside the bread box and found the craftiest cat pushing up the cover of the bread box. So now the butter dish goes in a high cupboard. So far so good.
My Balinese was sick and required pills. Butter to the rescue! The vet suggested I coat the pills in butter and drop it in. It worked. She loved the butter and the pill became slick and she couldn’t spit it back out.
For us, it used to be our cat Ahab (RIP, my little evil three-legged buddy) and my wife’s grandfather’s pound cake. Ahab would chew through a Zip-Loc bag and aluminum foil for that. He loved it. Kitty ambrosia, apparently.
Our butterthief Dot was also a bread thief. She’d go to the same lengths as your Ahab to get bread. We ended up keeping it in the microwave, and ended up cutting off more cat-chewed spots than we care to remember when someone forgot to secure the bread!
This is my 5 year old son. Leave out to soften, come back to teeth marks. He is now been known to go to the fridge and bite it and put it back in.
Hahahaha!!! This made me smile so much. One of my uncles used to peel butter like a banana and eat it as a child! With 5 kids, my Nana was used to running out of food staples quickly, but suddenly when my uncle was about 5-7 the butter started disappearing. She caught him one evening, sneaking it!
Elvis saying he deserved a treat. So like Elvis. We’re grateful our cat, Shellie, a rescue as a kitten, will only eat dry kibble & loves Science diet TD necessary to ward off gingivitis. However, our wonderful Charlie, now gone 15 years, was rescued as a street cat living off neighbor’s dog food. Charlie would eat almost any thing, but his past diet caused his early demise.
Brings back so many memories of Marty cat. My Mom turned her back on the raw turkey she was stuffing for a phone call and sure enough, there was Marty noming on the bird in the roaster. Couldn’t leave a glass unattended or you’d come back to a glass of less milk and lots of cat fur. Ice cream… sheesh!
Is Lupin named after Lupin III? This just occurred to me.
YES!!! He is! Many times folks ask if he is named after Remus Lupin (I confess, that’s why I liked the name when the Man suggested it), but he is actually named for Lupin III. The Man picked Lupin’s name, he loves Lupin III and the old, original stories about Arsene Lupin too. When Lupin was a kitten he kept stealing our pens, keys, etc, and the Man began calling him a gentleman thief. He thought of the name from that!
That never clicked before, but now that you mention it, it makes so much sense!
I love this one. My cat Misty doesn’t go after butter so much, but anything that has chicken or mayonaise in it, she will go for. She reached up once and took my brother’s piece of chicken right off his plate. It happened so fast that we had no idea she would do it or that she was even within reach of his plate at the time. One second it was there and the next it was disappearing under the stand. If I have chicken or mayonaise and am sitting on my couch, she will try and sit on my shoulder and has been known to try and get her mouth on my food as I go to take a bite.
The reader’s comments are almost as good as the comic strip. I said “almost” Georgia.
I love these “True Cat Stories”!
I love butter on pancakes it tastes so good
I also have a butter fiend sharing our apartment with me. All butter now lives in the microwave because it is the only place she hasn’t figured out how to open it…yet. Her Highness also goes nuts over cheese, ranch dressing, avocado, pickled beets and raspberry flavored jello. I am fully expecting the ASPCA to turn up on my doorstep every time I break down a chicken because her meowing frequently sounds like I am torturing her with hot pokers. The neighbors always know when I am doing anything with chicken. One even went so far as to ask me some rather pointed questions about the loud meowing she was hearing from time to time. She didn’t quite believe me, until I demonstrated the behavior in her full view. My owner is not really a chatty kitty, most of the time. Chicken, apparently, turns her into an instant screamer!!
I love it when people (correctly) refer to the cats in their homes as their “owners”. I think of the old saying, “Dogs have owners… Cats have staff.”
Thank goodness I don’t have this problem but I loved the story today. The comments made me feel very lucky. Enjoyed it all.
My sister had a Cat, Tazz, who would go crazy for cotton candy !! I miss that old boy.
we had a cat named grace. think she might have been part squirrel she was that crazy for peanutbutter. lily and our cat emma jean love spaghetti
Our little female cat, Meg, cannot be left alone with people food, especially chocolate. We once made the mistake of leaving the last chocolate-frosted donut in the box on the counter with us both out of the room. Came back to find her licking the last of it off. (She was fine….that stuff is more sugar than chocolate.)
p.s ‘ Elvis hopped that train right to buttertown’ loving it.
It is the cat who ate christmas cake – plastic wrap and all – that lingers in the memory
I learned years ago that a German Shepherd Dog can take a stick of butter off a card table in two seconds and act like nothing ever happened! She did the same thing with a small beef roast! Loved her anyway, she was an awesome dog.
We’re fortunate that Fido and O’Malley are not butter fiends, but they both will go after any plastic wrap left unguarded. Now, this is not a good thing for kitty digestive tracts, so we need to be vigilant. Every once in a while, however, I find a strangely wrapped item in the litter box. (Sorry for the TMI)
I wonder if Lupin is still not grooming Elvis? This might be difficult to groom off by yourself!
I think all of us who are owned by cats have got a wealth of stories about the proclivities of our furry friends. I’ve learned that if I need to soften butter, the microwave is the best place to stash it. It’s also good for hiding anything I need to keep out but don’t want the guys to get into. Mine have always been too smart for their own good.
LOL! ‘Judge me all you want. Today I LIVED.’ 😀 You go Elvis! *hi-paw*
My cat Arioch had a thing for pineapple, of all things, and King’s Hawaiian bread.
We once left the groceries on the table for a couple of minutes before putting it all away, and got back to find that he’d dragged one of those big, round loaves out of the paper sack and gnawed his way through the plastic wrap, so he could eat the entire middle of the loaf—nothing but a ring of crust left!
With 5 cats and one thing of butter? All of my cats work together to get the butter, knock it off the counter, and the run away like the dog did it
Too many comments, I’ll hold my story until another time.
It involves a squirrel.
There are tons of comments on each strip. Tell your story… we’d love to hear it!
Haha I can’t blame him, I love butter too.
Dear Georgia – here is something I know you will love – it was written in 1992 by my dear friend Evelyn Hughes, who gives me permission to share it here.
BUTTER CROCK’RY
The chilly, faintly slimy nose
Rose higher and trembled near the plate:
The flimsy mind of Prospero’s
In a lone cat’s debate.
Beware the butter crock, my friend–
A dollop dropped, a crumb or less.
Beware the lap-lap sound, pretend
A dubious blamelessness.
She sprang from dorsal pose and ran;
Long time the lanky limbs did trot.
Then rested she to address a flea
And stare a while at naught.
And as in nappish doze she sat,
The butter crock its scent proclaimed,
And, sniffing toward its habitat,
She ambled unashamed.
One jump, no more, to chair from floor:
A morsel scored by lick attack.
She eyed the spread, inclined her head,
And wolfed the tempting snack.
Oh, have you stormed the butter crock?
Off of the table, mangy mite!
Unnabbed gourmet, she’s down, away,
And scuttles out of sight.
The chilly, faintly slimy nose
Rose higher and trembled near the plate:
The flimsy mind of Prospero’s
In a lone cat’s debate.
by Evelyn Hughes
after Lewis Carroll
Oh wow, I loved reading this!! Thank you for sharing it here!
Your friend’s poem is teriffic!
Cats aren’t supposed to be able to taste sweet, either, but be darned if my Lily girl doesn’t go wild over honey, and Chester will attempt to gorge himself on pineapple, of all things. Obligate carnivores with no sweet tooth my eye.
the line “I Lived” has been nagging at me since monday. Is it a reference to Thouroughly Modern Millie??
Can’t wait for the Thursday broadcast!!
It was not meant to be, but it could be! Ha!
My ginger boy Smudge is terrible when it comes to people food, he loves everything but he especially loves ice cream. He will jump up beside me and grab my hand when I have a spoonful going to my mouth so he can lick his share.
My Border Collie, Faraday, LOVES butter.
She also knows perfectly well that she’s not allowed to get into it, so she’ll actively hide the evidence from us.
She’s too smart for her own good sometimes.
Many many years ago, when phones were still attached to the walls, I was in Basic Training for the Air Force. It was December. I called home to talk to my folks just before Christmas. My parents had gotten a speaker phone. In the time it took for my Dad to turn on the speaker phone and get back to his seat for the conversation, his cat, a 23 lb Siamese named “Tori” drank his whole glass of eggnog, that was liberally dosed with rum. Tori would not touch rum without the eggnog, nor the nog without the rum. Put the two together and he was a positive LUSH!