Cat Food & the girls

[irisblue]

Angel Majik 😿 got a variety of cans of wet food his last weeks. Anytime that skinny cat ate, I considered it a victory. Hoping to use them up, I opened up a can for Dixie this am, she was very very quick to make burying motions by the bowl. So nope, not for her.

Shaw is more reserved, hasn't shown up yet, so maybe she'll eat some of the choices.
Otherwise the food bank is getting them. Cats.

[Merlot]

1. Cats.

That's really all you can say.

[irisblue]

2. Welp....catnip is still popular.😇😸😸

[procon]

3. I try not to laugh when my two little pampered meowers when they go

through the motions of burying the latest food offering I've laid at their feet, telling me in no uncertain terms that they think I served them a bowl of crap. I'm sure that my muffled giggles only encourages their hoity toity behavior since their disgust often varies from hour to hour or from one day to the next. Sometimes a change of dishes will improve their aristocratic palates; why does switching the food from the old chipped saucer with the pink rose pattern to the vividly painted bowl of Mexican pottery make their dinner any more palatable?

Location. Location. Location. My snooty royal twosome often refuse to dine in the kitchen with the servants (me and the mister) but place their dishes in some odd place and they get excited about going on a picnic. Dining al fresco in the screened in patio in the summer, or a romantic repast on the warm hearth. The strangest place they have enjoyed a meal was on the bathroom counter while I showered.

Yes, I am a slave to Minnie Me and Jack-The-Cat, and I live to serve their every desire.

[catbyte]

4. Sounds familiar. My 2 spoiled rescues get nothing but the finest grain-free canned food that

money can buy. If I happen upon a flavor that they devour, I'm so thrilled. But if I try to feed it to them for their next meal they turn up their noses & walk away. ARRGH!

[ChazInAz]

5. My wee brutes.

I have mismatched set: Natasha Krospina I, Empress Of All The Cats, and Hastur The Unspeakable. Natasha ("Nasty" for short) is a twenty-pounder Maine Coon with Munchkin legs. Hastur ("Hasty" for short) is a Savannah Cat and looks something like a miniature Cheetah. Their relationship is like something out of a Marx Brothers movie...Marguerite DuMont being pursued by Harpo springs to mind.
For years, they would eat only dry kibble. I'd give them nicely gooshy, aromatic canned stuff and they'd just look at it, then look at me in bewilderment. "What is this glop? ANSWER ME THAT!" Then they'd complain and ignore it till I finally tossed it. My feral cat, Invader Zimm, got to eat a lot of Fancy Feast.
Last month, Hastur developed a nasty gum infection and had to have his lower fangs extracted. Vet said to give him canned food once he got over the surgery enough to actually get hungry. When he finally came down from the hallucinations, I presented him with my offering. Both cats promptly set to with vigor, devouring the tiny serving and licking the plate clean, before giving me an Oliver Twist "Please, sir, I wants more!"
This went on for a week, until I finally declared that they were going back to Costco's finest kibble. I feared for my life at night.
Zimm got to eat a lot of canned goodness, too.

[irisblue]

6. And Dixie tried burying second sample, Shaw sniffed & walked away

How can they walk away from wet food? 😵