How To Cook A Cat
(A Pictorial Journal For Chefs )
Recently, being bored, and hungry, I decided to solve three problems I was facing in one fell swoop; (1), the rapidly rising price of good protein; (2), my taste buds’ boredom with chicken, beef and pork; and (3) what to do about the surplus feline population around my house. My decision, albeit somewhat hastily decided, was clinched after finding that one of my wife’s numerous felines had had yet another “urinary incident,” (on my new leather briefcase). I would cook a cat. The ease of my decision was enhanced by the fact that my wife had just left town for an extended business trip.
Greatly excited that I was about to embark on a voyage of culinary exploration, I wanted to act before my fervor for feline flank steaks subsided. Being relatively new to the field of cooking domestic stock, I decided to consult an expert; my Vietnamese neighbor, Ting Ting, who lives two doors down with her mother, whose name has too many random consonants for me to pronounce. (Most neighborhood cats, as well as smaller dogs, reacting to some primeval instinct, won’t set a paw in their yard.) Since the Vietnamese culture has a known proclivity for the indiscriminate eating of anything with four legs, I figured Ting Ting could provide some useful tips on the preparation and serving of felix domesticus cuisine. Unfortunately, after forty-five minutes of using pidgin English combined with hand signs, I realized the futility of my quest; the language barrier was too high a hurdle for us to leap. Perhaps, in an attempt to simplify communication, my use of the words “eat pussycat” wasn’t an apt choice? Ting Ting became greatly excited after this, and would let me leave only after I agreed to a massage for twenty dollars.
Afterwards, still undeterred from my original quest, and feeling much more relaxed, I decided to consult that twenty-first century savant, the net. Lo and behold, there were pages and pages of recipes for cats. I started downloading a few that looked tasty, including . . .
- Tabby tartar
- Short hair pan Steak
- Fried Persian Pancakes
- Maine Boiled Pussy Cat
- Cat N’ Chips
- Sweet and Sour Siamese
- Kitten Kabobs
- Blackened Cajun Calico
. . . then there it was: Mississippi Style Catbeque. I could eventually try all the recipes, but for a starter this would be the easiest. Ingredients: one 12 to 18 lb. cat, several ears of corn wrapped in tinfoil; butter; salt and pepper to taste. Prepare cat as you would chicken halves, brush on butter; cook rib side down with grill high over coals for forty minutes; apply barbeque sauce to skin side, flip, lower grill over coals and sear for ten minutes.
Yum! I could hardly wait. Now to select the cat.
After careful deliberation, I decided on Hippy, a long-haired and somewhat dull-witted gray and white who mounted the scales at a hefty fourteen-and-a-half pounds, and whose body fat portended a delicious barbeque; however, either because of his extreme nervous condition, or psychic ability (or did the cleaver in my hand tip him off?), he fled as I entered the room and wedged himself under the stairwell beyond my reach.
I was disappointed, to say the least, and still hungry. There were plenty of other cats still around, though none of them seemed suitable for barbecuing. What next? In a hurry, I decided on the “short hair pan steak.”
Short Hair Flank Steak: If you have a grudge against a particular cat, the preparation portion of the meal may prove especially satisfying
As the object of this recipe I decided on Scooter, a black and white trouble maker with a KP (known pisser) marked on his file. As well, I suspected him as the culprit in several mysterious ‘fecal incidents.’ But in spite of his bad attitude, Scooter was a long-legged beauty with healthy muscular flanks. He was a natural for pan steaks. First things first. The instructions said, I had to dress him. Though, according to folklore, there are purportedly a variety ways to separate a feline from it’s fur, I was no Daniel Boone; therefore I decided to take the modern path and got out my electric razor.
Note for the future! Cats react violently to the sudden presence of loud electronic implements! Another note. Be sure to keep plenty of antiseptic on hand.
After treating my wounds, I begin looking for Scooter, only to find that he had retreated to the top of the backyard fence, where he was perched – easily recognizable by the decorous shaved strip down the middle of his back – glaring in my direction and randomly hissing. He refuses my entreaties and growls menacingly whenever I approach. I fear I will get no more cooperation from him.
No sense dwelling on it. Besides, it’s not like I can’t lay my hands on another cat. Something simpler? Ah, the Maine Boiled Pussy Cat. I read the recipe. This was perfect. Not only was the recipe commensurate with my cooking skills, but there was no pre-cooking prep and you could peel them after cooking! Who would have the honor? I decided to let fate do the selecting this time. I opened the kitchen cabinet, withdrew a box of dry cat food and rattled it gently. Junior! He was the eldest cat and, despite a constant wheezing and a runny eye, seemed generally healthy. Other important factors in his favor were that boiling tends to tenderize tougher, older meat, and, as a senior cat, Junior isn’t half as fast as he used to be. For the Maine Boiled Pussy Cat, you basically put the cat in a large pot, add water, season to taste, bring to a boil, then serve with a wild rice pilaf and white wine.
Maine Boiled Pussy Cat: The “slow boil” lobster approach is not recommended unless feline is WELL sedated
Another disaster. Junior did not cooperate! Kitchen now a mess. Where does she keep the mop? What had I done wrong? I went back and reread the recipe. There it was, not in the recipe itself, but in small print at the bottom of the page. “Warning: Be sure to sedate feline first using a small ball ping hammer.” Damn! In my haste I had failed to read the whole article.
It was nearly dinner hour and my stomach was growling almost as loudly as Scooter. What to do? After hasty deliberation, I finally settled on the Tabby tartar. Preparation proved to be both simpler and quicker than I had hoped (I remembered the ball ping hammer this time). It proved to be a delicious treat that appealed to both the eye and the taste buds. (See picture below)
Final note: Must think of a credible explanation for missing kitten before wife returns!
Tabby Tartar: I would recommend Kittens (these are readily available at your local animal shelters for no cost!) for the Tabby Tartar:
Not only is the meat tender, but kittens prove to be very trusting
Author’s Notice: no actual cats were harmed during the writing of this article. The only cats used in the dastardly manner depicted above were literary cats. The cats pictured (with the exception of the not-actually dead kitty in the Tabby Tartar) are my own pampered and obnoxious felines and they participated, uh, willingly. Hippie, (Catbeque) in keeping with his paranoid nature, declined to have his picture posted on the Internet. As a manner of fact, he is upset that I used his name and description and is hiding under the stairwell as I write this.
Thanks to Meryl Yourish for the idea.
Ya, the recipe sounds good and different. But I think the cats might be upset if they come to know about this. Anyways heads off to you and your imagination.
Thanks, David. Of course the cats get upset if they know they’re on the menu ahead of time. This is why I stress the importance of sedation prior to meal prep.
I have reported this disgusting thing to PETA.
JanF: Jan, PETA already knows about this article; in fact, they’ve contacted my agent (Juan Paxety) about me doing a 2009 calendar featuring a new pet recipe each month. Oh, and by the way; do you have any spare kittens you can send me? I’m catering a lunchen for Obama delegates next week.
Damn Mahone..would not it have been easier to just make a quick visit to the local Chinese eatery?
Cats are clean and approved for consumption by Allah, according to the Prophet, pbuh. Not like those nasty dogs, pigs and jews.
GUYK: you make a great point . . . except that I don’t like my fresh pussy cat all smothered in MSG.
Djad: it’s good he got something right. Dogs are okay, and pigs, too, I guess, but I’ve never had a Jew for a pet. Do they spray? And can you get Kibbles for Kikes at Wall Mart?
Humm.., the recipe is different. But in my view cats might be upset if they come to know about this. Good imagination.
You should be ashamed. I only hope that you think this funny in a demented way. It’s not. Otherwise you are insane.
Ingrid, dear: Are you as dense and devoid as humor as your comment suggests. For the record, my wife and I currently have seven cats, (for the record: four males, three females, which are a calico, a gray tabby, a solid black, a solid gray, a gray and white, and two tuxedos). Six of the seven were rescues by myself and my wife — abandoned and/or feral. One was a rescue by my daughter (who has four cats at her household). I put up with cat fights, vet trips, vet bills, cat hair, cat piss, scratched furniture, etc. etc. etc. The money we spend annually on our cats (and give via donation to select cat shelters) could feed a Ugandan village for a year.
And yet you, in your pious manner, say I shouldn’t have a sense of humor about cats and should be ashamed? If I saw someone about to hurt a cat I would intervene by any means necessary. Yet, as much trouble as the cats are sometimes, I much prefer them to dour, humorless individuals such as yourself. You think yourself a defender of animals? You may talk the talk, but I walk the walk. BTW, the article was very funny. The trick is, you’ve got to have a sense humor to appreciate it.
Dude, you really should have bought a whole, skinned rabbit and showed a pic of it in a roasting pan. It would have really wigged the fruits out.
Ingred I can’t believe that you are really that devoid of humor.
As I’ve told friends before: I really like cats…fried, baked, or stewed…..
HEDLEY: Ingred would probably have had a heart attack….would have served her right.
Delftsman3: no liberal has a true sense of humor. They take themselves and their thoughts and opinions way too seriously.
headly: I’ve a better idea: simply make her work along side our illegal immigrant friends in a chicken processing plant for a week. I think she’d have a great career as an apprentice chicken de-gutter.
I hate PETA…
maybe I should try this! (Just kidding)
Andreq: it just so happens I have a bag of frozen kittens, already prepped and breaded, left over from a Spring Break party (we wound up having too many kitten kabods as it was). So, just drop me your address and they’re on their way to you, gratis, with a list of suitable recipies.
Love boiled pussy
KatEater: I’m glad you love boiled pussy, but it’s a culinary fact that the most prevalent type of pussy men get is “spoiled pussy.”
I always support the cause of PETA.*..
Jackson, how nice of you.
i always admire PETA, they really protect some of the helpless animals on this planet ;.~