The cat my family had growing up loved cheese so much that we’d jingle our metal cheese slicer to draw him out whenever we couldn’t find him. He lived to be 16. He probably ate an entire pound of cheese every year from all the scraps my sister would give him.
The cat my family had growing up loved cheese so much that we’d jingle our metal cheese slicer to draw him out whenever we couldn’t find him. He lived to be 16. He probably ate an entire pound of cheese every year from all the scraps my sister would give him.
Imagine how old he would have lived to if you fed him properly!