I no toucha the pizza! Well, not the whole pizza, just a piece of the pizza. Really, I only toucha a piece of the piece of the pizza. So don’t be so touchy.
No Toucha the Pizza!
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I no toucha the pizza! Well, not the whole pizza, just a piece of the pizza. Really, I only toucha a piece of the piece of the pizza. So don’t be so touchy.
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Ick, no those black things are not food.
Other than that… now I want pizza. I’ll share.
I wonder more with each day whether we were separated at birth. No indeed, if those black things came out of a can, they are not food.
And I, too, want pizza. sigh
Black things are not food, kitty. Don’t eat.
Love the pretty white mittens.
Love the ears. As if keeping them flat will hide the pizza touchy.
I’m thinking kitteh is getting some noise from the humans. The flattened ears are determination. Is food – I eats.
You can give me all the black things – they’re food to me! And, of course, when you’re handling food one has to wear gloves!
Ok, question for the group– you do not like the black things because you simply don’t like black olives or because you do, but they are processed and out of can. Kindly advise, please and thank you.
In my case, it’s the canned variety of olive that I can no longer accept as an actual olive, or even a food. I love, love, love genuine cured olives—Greek olives especially, but other types are good, too.
I don’t like olives. Was so glad when they moved the olive bar at Wegmans because I didn’t have to smell them on my way to the dairy section anymore. Looks like there are mushrooms on that pizza too, which I also don’t eat. Peppers and onions or plain cheese, please.
I do like pickles, though. Between two of my cousins and me, the pickles and olives didn’t last long at family parties. I ate the pickles, one cousin ate the olives, and the other ate both.
I actually like canned black olives, maybe a childhood thing since that’s all that was readily available SO long ago. Granted, they’re nowhere near as wonderful as deli olives, or even nice jarred olives – but I’m very catholic in my enjoyment of olives. I have had some that were just too darned hot, but other than that, I haven’t met an olive I didn’t like.
That is one determined kitty. Cat reminds me of Bam Bam, he always magically materializes in the kitchen when I go in there to get something. Talk about a moocher! And mmm pizza.
And now I’ll start the pizza wars. Pineapple belongs on pizza, especially with ham. I also like it with pesto sauce instead of tomato sauce (can’t handle acidic foods anymore) and olives. Best are fresh, but the ones in the 100 calorie plastic packs are good too, but never ever canned. I usually make my own but when I order delivery, I know the cooks hate me and think I’m nuts. It’s always gluten free, light sauce (if they don’t have pesto or garlic sauce option) and no cheese. We’ve actually had the app come back and ask “Are you sure you don’t want to add cheese?” Yes, because I’ll add my own plant cheese when it gets here and toss it in the oven for 5 minutes to make sure everything is ooey and gooey.
Pineapple, you say? I was born in Rome and I am 1/8 Italian. If a foodstuff contains pineapple it is not pizza.
That’s interesting as your name sounds Croatian, I have always thought of you as Croatian – American.
I suspect kitty’s wondering what happened to his double anchovy order. So that he can touch the fishie!!!!!!!!
yes! 😂
Cheese, tomato sauce, ham or pepperoni, pineapple, cat fur, bird feathers, and hand sanitizer on a thin, crispy crust.