On Sunday, the hubs and I finally put down the tools, the paint, the spray cans, brushes and dropcloths. We took a time out, and we spent the morning perusing the rows of vendors at our neighborhood farmer’s market. After days of torrential downpours (and winds up to 80 mph – holy moly!), it was finally a dry and sunny day, and we went armed with a few bucks.
Almost immediately, we chatted with a vendor who sold yummy herbs, trays of fresh greens, and, hence the post title, cat grass. Never one to pass up on an opportunity to spoil the kitties, we handed over $2 and came home with a treat for Maddie, Libs, and Jack. Apparently, the seller claims that the nutrients in this grass helped save his own pup’s life. And while we normally wouldn’t have considered sharing a heap of cat grass with Jack, we went home thinking that we’d at least give it a shot.
As with any treat for our little ones, hilarity often follows suit. With one foot barely through the front door, Miss Maddie was already leaping over bar stools and knocking over piled mail to get her first taste. After plating the treat and sprinkling it with fresh water, I set it on the bedroom window along with the kitty’s food dish.
First, a nibble.
Then down to business.
After Maddie gave it a good go, she actually found it in her heart to give Libs a turn at those fresh greens. Our little chubby chub, who’d normally be the first to push you over for her breakfast bowl, was surprisingly hesitant at first…
But the verdict? Delicious!
On to the real test. Because we’re a “no table scrap” household, Jack rarely gets the chance to nibble on anything other than his dry food and ice cube treats (and man, that boy loves an ice cube). Fallen dinner-prep-bits are enough to send him into a tizzy, so we were sure he’d devour the grassy dessert in one chomp…
But no. After a sniff (or two) and a little head nudge, he turned his attention out the window. To him, the street noise was more interesting, and he didn’t so much as look back once.
Of course, this just means more for the kitties. Back on it’s window perch, I’m wondering how much will be left when we return home from work this evening. And at 2 bucks a pop, it’s a simple treat that not only won’t break the bank, but provides endless entertainment to me and the hubs.
We’re totally head over heels for our fuzzy children and all their wacky glory, and we know we’re not the only ones. Anyone else out there get a kick out of their pet’s behavior? Oh, the stories we could tell! Good or bad, they’re always there to keep our beds warm and lean on us when we’re down. Shoot, I could go for a kitty cuddle right now.