One of the most stomach-turning sounds in the world is a cat loudly smacking when eating what we call, (in establishing some sort of psychological distance from,) "the wet stuff."
All that goes through your head during the juicy smacking sound is: Only God knows what's in that gross stuff. And I prefer to keep it that way.
Our cat, Mr. Aretha, can go from playfulness to playful biting in seconds. Sometimes, it happens so fast it startles me. Once when I flinched, he flopped ass over teacups and tumbled off the bed!
Whoops.
Seconds later, his head pops up from behind the edge of the mattress with a look on his face like “What the hell did you do that for?”
It contains only the most flavorful “meat-like product.”