So there's this cat that looks very much like my beautiful angel, Curio (I convinced myself that it's Curio's child) who usually comes to my house through the back door.
Unlike most of the cats, she's quite picky when it comes to food so when I gave her kibble, she turned away (bitch). When I tried to give chicken nuggets to Curio, she grabbed it but she didn't eat it. I gave another chicken nugget to Curio and again, she grabbed it.
So when I came back to the kitchen I found her drinking some sort of brownish liquid from a bowl. I didn't care much because I thought it was disposable soup and that she had finally shut up. During the dinner I asked Mom what is the brown liquid placed near the sink.
"Cooking oil," said Mum.
I honestly don't know how to feel about this. I almost puke because the fact that someone/something actually DRANK cooking oil makes me nauseous.
Second, I have a feeling Mom cooked that omelette with that same cooking oil.
Unlike most of the cats, she's quite picky when it comes to food so when I gave her kibble, she turned away (bitch). When I tried to give chicken nuggets to Curio, she grabbed it but she didn't eat it. I gave another chicken nugget to Curio and again, she grabbed it.
So when I came back to the kitchen I found her drinking some sort of brownish liquid from a bowl. I didn't care much because I thought it was disposable soup and that she had finally shut up. During the dinner I asked Mom what is the brown liquid placed near the sink.
"Cooking oil," said Mum.
I honestly don't know how to feel about this. I almost puke because the fact that someone/something actually DRANK cooking oil makes me nauseous.
Second, I have a feeling Mom cooked that omelette with that same cooking oil.
