The Magic Word

Apparently the word "can" has become synonymous with "Here, kitty" in this

Monique Y. Mudama...

Heh. Every time I use a can opener, Oscar comes running to see if
it's tuna. Pretty funny, because it's more typically broth, or beans,
or other things she doesn't really want.

Magic Mood Jeep©...

We've always bought the little cans of cat food, the ones with the pop-tops.
Now, if I open a can of soup (yes, soup companies have finally caught on to
the pop-tops), or even *fruit*, I am surrounded by several drooling cats
that are soon disappointed. Unless it's a Pringles can that I've opened -
Betty *luuuuuuuuuuvs* Pringles! Just pop open a can of Pringles (sour cream
& onion are her (and my) fave, but she gets very little of that flavor) and
you will have a begging purry black kitty all over you in less than 1 second
(unless she's sleeping soundly when you pop the can open, then it takes
maybe 5 seconds for the sound to penetrate her ears, her brain to wake her
enough for her to respond), and she will actually try to take a bit of a
Pringle while you are putting it in our mouth!

Monique Y. Mudama...

Aww.

I feed Oscar wet food, but she doesn't care for it enough to come
running. In fact I'm lucky to see her near the dish within 15 minutes
of putting it down.

household.

Baby Eyes is usually not fond of gooshy food, but every once in a great
while, she will partake. Today was one of those rare days.

I keep cat food cans stacked on the floor in a corner of the kitchen, right
next to the feeding area. A while ago, I was in the kitchen preparing my own
lunch, when I noticed Baby Eyes standing near the (full) kibble dish, and,
looking straight at me, she put one paw on top of a nearby can and said
""Mrrrrrrph".

"So today you want me to open a can, is that it?" I asked her.

And almost before she could utter another "mrrrrrrph" in reply, six more
cats raced into the kitchen, all of them yelling (in Felinese) "YES!! WE
WANT CAN!!! OPEN CAN NOW MOM!!!!"