I keep a fruit bowl on my kitchen counter. Two nights ago, it had three apples and three tomatoes in it (no this isn't going to be a mathematical quiz)!

When hubby got up, there was two tomatoes and what was left of the other one. Realizing who was at fault, but also amazed that the little demon likes tomatoes, he wrapped the other two in saran wrap and then covered the fruit bowl with foil.

A few hours later he came into the kitchen and found the foil on the floor, saran wrap shredded and one tomato gone. The other tomatoes had a few bites taken out of it, so hubby sliced that end off and put it in the `fridge.

Anyone know of a tomato eating cat? The perp in this case is Oscar Meyer Weener. (I also called the vet to make sure he'd be okay). Funny thing is, I watched him potty later on, and everything was solid! Two and a half tomatoes!! And he's not even full grown!!

Copyright © Laurie Halliday
October 20, 2000