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Cat Food Capers

At 6:30 this morning I was awakened by a crunching sound. It was followed by the sounds of someone messing with a plastic grocery bag. Then another crunch, this time definitely the crunch of heavy plastic. It didn’t take me long to realize that my kitties were obviously dissatisfied with the food in the bowl and had decided to help themselves to the fresh food I brought home yesterday evening. Knowing that my boys are persistent and, like boys everywhere, messy, I knew I had to get up to avoid a gigantic mess. Flipping the lights on, I see Jingie slink under the bed while Goblin crouches down behind the bag. There’s nothing like a 15lb cat trying to hid behind a tiny grocery bag, especially when his front paws are still inside the bag, resting on the food.

Now, I must explain that I had purchased both a new bag of food and a bag of what I consider the equivalent of kitty junk food. You know what I mean, it’s one of those nationwide brands that was formulated before nutrition was an issue. Goblin thinks it’s pure ambrosia and Jingie will happily eat an entire bag of this junk food like I’ll chow down on a bag of white cheddar popcorn. This affects the intensity with which I was immediately loathed when I grabbed the bags and shoved them under the bathroom sink for later. Neither cat came back to bed for at least an hour.

When I did decide to treat the kitties with the new food, it was an event. The moment I pulled the bag from the bathroom, I was a celebrity and there was much kitty discussion of my greatness. Goblin in particular let me know that I had the power in my hands, as he watched every movement of the sacred food bag. I must admit that I had a little fun at his expense, swinging the bag back and forth and watching the poor kitty run back and forth following it. His cries of happiness when I opened the bag, soon gave way to crunchy noises and purrs of contentment as he vacuumed the food up like it was his last meal. The only problem: I had to pick him up and physically restrain him after a few minutes, because I was absolutely sure that he’d overeat and puke.

Needless to say, that bowl was empty by this evening. Further, there was a determined effort from Goblin to persuade me to fill it up from the moment I came through the door. He’s insatiable for junk food.

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Copyright: 2009-12-03 19:53:10