My cat eats grass. And not the pot brownie kind of grass which you would think he might gravitate towards considering he spent time as a kitten surrounded by the ganja. I think that is why he is so laid back. Regardless, this is not the kind of grass I am talking about. I am talking about the grass that grows outside our house. The lawn grass.
Here he is, the handsome and most awesome Phoenix Pussycat, standing outside the fence that we have to keep my perfect-and-beautiful-not-so-much-a-puppy-any-longer Doberman from getting eaten by the coyotes that live near us.
In this picture you can't actually see him eating it. The grass. I did take a video of it, to send to my son since Phoenix was/is originally his cat. Your cat eats grass! I posted on his wall on Facebook. Because I thought it was funny and because I did not know that cats did this.
So this video, I included it with the Facebook post but can't include it here because I am cheap and don't want to spend the extra money each month to have a website plan that allows me to post videos. In it, my cat is eating grass. Like a lot of it. Really munching away on it.
I truly did not know that cats do this.
I know that dogs do this. My dog, this perfect one that I have now and also all my other pups that I was so blessed to have in my life, they all eat/ate grass. A lot of it. Quite often. To help with that upset and/or irritated stomach that they may have had. With Nava, my perfect not-quite-a-puppy Doberman, she does this, too. When she's not feeling on her game. But also when she is completely 100% navalicious. She still grazes on the grass each day. I think she just likes it.
So my cat. Since he was eating grass and I did not know that cats do this, I googled it. Ah Google. What would I do without you. Do cats eat grass? I put into the search bar. And low and behold, there is was. Page after page of grass eating cat facts. Turns out that they eat it for just the same reason as dogs, to settle their bellies.
Perhaps Phoenix has been eating grass for years and I just didn't know. Though I am going to stand by the belief that this is a new occurrence for him. I have proof in that in-the-middle-of-the-night-when-I-hear-that-hicupping-retching-oh-shit-my-cat-is-heaving-I-hope-he's-not-on-the-rug-maybe-my-dog-will-eat-it-so-I-won't-have-to-clean-it-up sound that propels me out of bed. There is just mice. Or parts of mice.
There is never any grass.
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