If my child ate something that caused him, a half an hour later, to come back into the kitchen and throw up on his plate, my child would never be served that thing again.
When the orange cat does it?
Eh, fuck him. I’m sorry he likes the chunky food better than the pate. But I got the wrong stuff and a lot of it, so he’ll just have to learn to live with it.
Seriously, so much of having a cat is getting scratched for no reason and learning to out-stubborn them. It’s a good thing they’re so damn cute the rest of the time or we’d wear their carcasses around our necks as trophies.
“I have defeated the most stubborn, meanest, ugliest creature in the neighborhood! I wear its hideous visage as a necklace!”
“Ooo, my hero.”
is one thing.
“I have defeated the most stubborn, meanest, cutest creature in the neighborhood! I wear its adorable visage as a necklace!”
“Mr. Puffle! Oh my god! What have you done to Mr. Puffle?! You monster!!!!”
is quite another.
And cats obviously know this.