When I was growing up the kid that lived next door had a crush on me but I didn’t like him. He got on my nerves. I was around 12 and he was a couple of years older than me. He developed a habit of coming over to see if we’d feed him and was just really starting to bug me. (and let me say that it’s not like his family didn’t have the funds for ample food, it was just his excuse to come over) So, one day when I was home alone and he came over I told him to stay on the porch and wait for his sandwich. I went inside and made him a sandwich with canned cat food filling and poured him a soda. He polished off the sandwich and stated that it was the best sandwich he‘d ever eaten. At this point I couldn’t contain myself and told him that it was really cat food and would he quit coming over so damn much. He didn’t believe that I really fed him cat food. I had to show him the empty can and the knife I used to spread it before he believed that he’d really just ingested cat food. He quit mooching for food after that.