I have owned cats my whole life.. some more behaved than others.. but none who would truely obey all boundries all the time unless there were doors or deterents (like scat mats or sound alarms.. and even then not always) unless they physically coudn't jump up (like my current cat who can only jump up 1/2 the time). Dogs.. no problem.. but they care what their humans think about what they do. Cats just aren't like that.
And yes.. all of this is said in good humor so take it with a spoon of salt or whatever you will have to to not be offended at the thought of precious miss muffy walking on your coutners with her litter box paws.. not really caring about what you think.
I had a cat that would attack you for green olives! He would see the jar in the fridge and HOWL until I gave him one.
Wow, Ivan's not that bad! LOL Just when you have them open. I even told him once before we gave him one and he was begging that "Silly kitty! Cats don't eat olives!!" I guess he proved me wrong
I had to fix a cake at my daughter's and her cat actually knocked off the cover that was on it, ripped off the plastic wrap that covered it and chowed down big time. We now leave the cakes in a closed spar bedroom. It nickname is Demon Kitty aka Claudio.
Sorry this is long, but I think it is appropriate and will make MOST people chuckle - read until the very end....
A newly discovered chapter in the Book of Genesis has provided the answer to âWhere do pets come from?â
Adam and Eve said, âLord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you anymore. We are lonesome here and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us.â
And God said, âNo problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves.â
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve, and he wagged his tail.
And Adam said, âLord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.
And God said, âNo problem. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.â
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them. And they were comforted.
After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, âLord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.â
And God said, âNo problem! I will create for them a companion who will be with them forever and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.â
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.
And Cat would not obey them.
And when Adam and Eve gazed into Catâs eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.
And Adam and Eve learned humility. And they were greatly improved.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was happy.
And Cat didnât give a sh*t one way or the other.
Gefion, I understand what you mean ... many friends and family have pets and I'm sharing meals with those folks frequently. But I also know that they don't let their pets lick the food before they serve it to me.
I'm not anti-pet. I'm anti "I'm not licensed so it's ok to let them lick the food" thinking.
That's understandable, but that's not what she was doing. I just get sick about peoples rude comments about disgusting pets. Like having a cat equals letting it eat the cake you serve other people. And then we have the parade with a million people harping on about disgusting pets, derailing the thread, making it 6 pages long or more.
And Cat didnât give a sh*t one way or the other.
LMAO.
LOVE it!
the kitchen I bake in has fabulous equipment, 2 convection ovens, two dishwashers, three sinks...and a big fat cat who walks through and meows from time to time....LOUDLY! He's too fat to jump up on the counter or table, but if he licked a finished product, on it's due date, I'd cut the damn spot off, replace the icing, make a repair and GO. What would my options be?
I don't know if any of you have read this but I think it is so funny and so true!!
DOG DIARY
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order
to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Idiots!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergiesâ¦â¦â¦â¦. I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walkingâ¦â¦. I must try this again tomorrow but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
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Well my cats are not big fans of the cakes, they loved when I dropped an entire bottle of silver dragees and they chased them all over the kitchen.
If you are clean, the animals are not an issue. I ran a bar at a hotel for a while and the license / inspected kitchen was so gross I would not eat anything from there.
My animals are an important part of my cake process!! I dont like to make cake balls and have a lot of left over cake from leveling and carving and luckily my pot belly pig - Brantley Leonard Thomas - BLT for short, loves to eat all the left overs. He is now 17 years old (they are supposed to live 12-15 years) and needs the extra sugar and is very pleased when he smells cakes baking. He has his own room on the back of the house, he shares it with my husbands hobbys.
My animals are much cleaner than many commercial kitchens I have seen so if you are clean - you are clean. Has nothing to do with animals.
My neighbor has an outdoor cat that eats everything. I have seen him eat chicken tettrazini and oatmeal raisin cookies, including the raisin. He loves Krispy Kreme donuts. He will eat the pepperonis off of my pizza.
I had a chow collie mix that liked an occasional drink. He wanted a nice mudslide on crushed ice. At 100 pounds the dog could handle a small drink once and a while. He would lick that glass super clean. We would just get the TGIF mixer and make him one.
[quote="EnjoyTheCake"].... Do all home bakers use hair nets? How about 3 sink sanitizing stations?...
Ok, Don't laugh, but I DO wear hair nets when I am baking/decorating. I am a bit OCD and a BIG germaphobe, it's gotten worse since my daughter was born. Before I bake I vacume floors then mop, then steam clean (with a shark steamer) floors, counters, cabinets and sink. Then coat the sink in bleach. Then I have to take a shower because I have worked up a sweat. I also wash my cake pans before I use them, even though I washed them before I put them away the last time I used them. Same with utensils and mixing bowls and attachments. Decorating tips, bags, rollers, smoothers, brushes, etc.. get soaked in bleach water. I wash my hands so many times while I am baking/decorating that my hands are raw before I am done. I even use the bleach on my hands. I have a seaperate set of dish cloths that I use just for cake stuff that get washed by them selves in hot water with more bleach. I once gave my daughter a bath in bleach water after she had stepped in dog poop.
It's a lot of work and very tireing, but makes me feel better. Yes I know that you could never be 100% clean. I saw that episode of Oprah, and it completely freaked me out. I do what I can and try not to worry about the rest. I have gotten complimets from friends about how clean of a person I am and how they KNOW the cakes they buy are safe and "clean", so that helps ease my mind.
AS for the cat doing stuff while am not home. I don't worry about that. Since Henrie is a bit elderly he has taken to staying in the garage. His food is there, his "box" is there, he stays there all night and most of the day. He only comes in to get "cold" water from a butter bowl I put on the bathroom floor or when he feels its time for me to show him some affection. He has also developed allergies which cause him to scratch at himself often. To avoid the hair balls I have him shaved. Even though I love him I still wash my hands after every time I pet him and have my daughter do the same.
When Henrie was younger he liked to eat earplugs. I snore like a freight train so my hubby took to wearing them to bed. The fat bas... would actually jump on the bed and take them out of my DH ears. Crazy. He even had to have one sugically removed because it got stuck in his "pipes"
My kids want a cat or animal so bad, but I refuse to get one because I do my cakes at home. Its just my personal preference. I just couldnt stand the thought of someone taking a bite of cake and eating an animal hair........ewwwwwwww
I have a big ol butterball cat. He loves anything sweet especially Cap'n Crunch. He is entirely too fat to get on the table so I don't have to worry about it. I probably wouldn't have thought anything about eating the cake if he would have gotten into it either. I would have just cut the part off that he ate just like you did. I sure wouldn't serve it to anyone else though. Cat allergies are horrible for some people. Your cat is adorable though! I loved this story. Thanks for the laugh! I attached a pic of Fat Winston...
OMG, that cat diary was the funniest thing ever. I can definately believe it too. One of my cats was trying to kill me this morning, by attacking my feet from under the bed which made me trip several times. He also attacks my legs when I walk, I have fallen many of times tring not to step on him. His name is "Squirt".
He drinks out of my glass of tea everyday and I just keep drinking anyway......to each there own.
My other cat named "Clifford" steps up on the ledge of the fridge when you open the door, like he is looking for something also. They are both extremely spoiled rotten. I just couldn't imagine my life without them.
Julisa,
I'm sending you a PM about your snoring issue.
will you send it to me, please
This reminds me of that thread that was last winter or spring, before the server crashed. A CCer's dog licked the icing off a cake and she re-iced it and served it, but I am 99% sure it was not to her family. WOO-HOO, what a heated thread that one was.
I thought of that one too, but that was for wedding gift or something I think. So everyone at the wedding got a piece of it.......yak.
He drinks out of my glass of tea everyday and I just keep drinking anyway......to each there own.
My other cat named "Clifford" steps up on the ledge of the fridge when you open the door, like he is looking for something also. They are both extremely spoiled rotten. I just couldn't imagine my life without them.
I also have my own personal food taster. Abigail thinks she must drink the milk out of my cereal bowl when I turn my back to put away the rest of the milk. I feel so much safer knowing my food has been tested and I am not poisoned.
Mary
Well y'all, I have felt so out of touch this past week because we were so busy with my daughter's wedding.
While I was working my way through this thread, my husband walked by and asked, " Well, what's going on?". (I talk about you guys all the time.) I told him there was a Cake Fight!
I guess I could have said a Cat Fight.
My...my....my...
-Debbie B.
We had a cat once who ate an entire sub--except for the sweet peppers. It was an Italian sub with oil on the roll. The cheese, the tomatoes, the lettuce, the onions, the bread, of course the meat...all of that was gone, and there was a nice, neat row of sweet peppers on the floor.
Julisa,
I'm sending you a PM about your snoring issue.
will you send it to me, please
Janette,
Just sent you the PM.
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