It’s a pretty slow news day in the Hines home, but fortunately I have a pet-interest photo on my digital camera that is begging to be uploaded: Clancy, the cat, eating corn on the cob! If this was the State Fair you’d have to buy a ticket to see such a sight (though maybe Clancy would be bundled with the two-headed calf), but right here on this weblog we’ve got the photo for free.
Clancy belongs to Paul and Kelly Wilson of Corvallis, who invited Laurel and me to dinner last night. They are cat people. Cats people, actually, to the tune of five. The evening was a great cross-cultural experience for me, cat-deprived as I’ve become after fourteen years of marriage to a woman who is both canine-crazed and feline-allergic. But even Laurel couldn’t resist patting several of the Wilson “kids,” albeit with her knuckles—just in case she forgot where her hands had been and rubbed her eyes inadvertently.
Either I’ve never been around a corn on the cob eating cat, or I’ve lost the memories of such an encounter. Regardless, for a while I almost thought I had a bona fide David Letterman “Stupid Pet Trick” thing going on here. If not that, then at least a candidate for an “Amazing Animals” video on Animal Planet.
Sadly, both for Clancy and for me, since I was planning to charge the Wilson’s a 33% agent fee that would come out of all the “See a Cat Eat Corn on the Cob!” bookings they would get after I publicized Clancy on my weblog, even some brief search engine research revealed that a CCCC (Corn on the Cob Consuming Cat, as we call it in the PR trade) isn’t as rare as I thought.
This marvelously cat centered blog, for example, has a graphic photo of Kitty the Cat crunching into some corn on the cob. And—warning to those with a CCCC!—this web site describes the dire health effects of eating the entire cob. Which, thankfully, Clancy showed no desire to do.
Keep your kitties confined to kernels, not cobs. That’s the alliterative advice I want to share with the world today. Infused with a warm glow of having provided a valuable public service, I can now enjoy my Sunday nap even more guilt-free than usual.