The cat just stole my last fetid clump of brie cheese. I fear she will immediately die of pancreatitis, but I cannot get it away from her. My toes are like brittle, pigeon scaled, Vienna sausages. Only some small things can they clutch. This cat move to San Francisco and back. She once had a tube in her neck for six weeks.Cats allow us to speak to the world when our throats are closed up.