Hi Sandy,
Yes, they are.
I was about 15 when I dug into the leftovers from supper late one night and my faithful old buddy "Mac" (German Shepard) was sitting right there with his "what about me?" look in his eyes, I plopped a meatball or two with some spaghetti in his bowl and got a huge kick out of watching him first devouring the meatballs and then go to work on the spaghetti, he licked every drop of sauce out of his bowl and looked at me like I was his hero, when I told my family about it they thought it was kind of weird and acted like I might have been stretching the truth a tad (not that I had ever been accused of THAT before) anyway, the next time we had a pasta dish (pretty soon as we were an Italian family) I proved it to them, this dog loves spaghetti!
As it turned out my Doberman, Pit Bulls, and even my wife's Toy Poodle (inherited from my mother in law) loved it, lasagne too.
It shouldn't have been a surprise when our cat "Dottie" lapped up her first taste of pasta, now she expects not just some morsels of leftovers but to be served a plate right away, her daughter "Angel" (the most inappropriate name ever) has no interest, breaking the streak of Italian Cuisine gourmet pets.
These pets of ours (and yours) and animals in general are such a blessing, with their ability to comfort us and provide such devoted companionship it is truly a blessing from our Lord, I tend to think (although this is pure speculation I can't at this point provide scriptural witnesses) that everything that ever had the spirit of life breathed into them will have that spirit return at some point in the new heaven and earth.
Joe
Hi Joe,
My cat Bethany also enjoys burgers, fries and strawberry milkshake.
I give her a taste on the rare occasions that I eat them. She especially loves fries.
When my other cat, Twinkles, was a baby, she stole a piece of pepperoni out of my hand. I was watching TV. She took a flying leap, grabbed it in midair and kept going. By the time I caught her, the pepperoni was long gone. The next day, she was in the litter box, crying her heart out. It was pitiful!
They are such a comfort. When I'm sad, Bethany snuggles against my neck, and Twinkles touches me with her paw and stares intently into my eyes. It's almost like she's looking into my soul. I've always said, if angels ever take the form of cats, Twinkles is certainly one of them.
Sandy