Recently, Sylvia planted some oat grass in a small container. It took a few days for it to sprout and begin to grow. Then she put it out for Midnight.
He checked it out and was soon eating his salad.
He seemed to enjoy consuming his grass. It was fun to watch him go at it.
Since the vet put him on a diet after his last visit to her, he has trimmed up quite a bit. He is also hungry all the time. Reminds me of my dieting experience. Not much fun.
Several years ago at a home meeting I listened attentively to a Chinese pastor talk of his experience during the cultural revolution (1965 – 1968). The only food he had to eat was grass, and it didn’t agree with him very well.
Fortunately, Midnight enjoyed his grass.
Diets, ugh. I hear stories like that from North Korea Christians, too. 🙁 Lord, help them.
It is, in a way, a blessing to be fat, to have abundance, especially when others are suffering great agonies for want of food. Makes my heart break.
Humans aren't designed to eat grass. Neither are dogs, but they know it's a great emetic.
Not that anybody there would spoil a kitty cat.
Hahaha! Pricilla's warning is what I was going to tell you. My goofs insist on hacking up on the lone rug in my entire house of wood floors. What is with that??! What is with cats and grass??
LOL… yes let's hope he doesn't throw it up!
He might also hauck it up all over the floor.
Don't be surprised….