These two assholes. Two adorable, jerkified assholes.
For the past 2 weeks, we have been at war in this household. Over food. You see, the little darlings love themselves some wet food. And then they don’t. They have dry – all day, every day – a kitten likes a snackerel of wet throughout the day. Each one gets half a can. We have gone through multiple brands & multiple flavors per brand. Once I id the flavors they like, I add it to the list. So shopping for their food requires 2 stores, 3 brands and about 3-4 different flavors for a month.
They like the wet in a rotation. What’s the rotation? God only knows. The food they liked last week? Now they lick it and look at you like you didn’t try. Did they gobble up the turkey & cheese shreds Tuesday? Then Thursday they hate it. Was Ocean Whitefish & Shrimp tasty as hell on Friday? Monday, it’s the most disgusting thing on earth. And repeat ad infinitum.
I’ve learned not to rage at these unbelievable scoundrels. Especially since I have to watch expenses like a hawk or a cat who is STARVED, I TELL YOU stares at me when I go make my food. Instead, I don’t give them any wet. I cut it back, just in case they’re not really that hungry and if that isn’t finished, I cut it out entirely. Sucks to be you, kiddo. I got thumbs and you got crumbs so go eat dry. It’s like a functioning democracy. Treat it like you despise it and the person with the power will take it away. Too bad, so sad. Unlike those bastards, I usually bring back the foods in a day or so. They know the drill. Sometimes, I swear they take turns biting the bullet and finishing leftovers so they can go, “Ah-ha! See, we did finish breakfast!” Got my eyes on you two. But other than that, they’re pretty perfect. Although this year, they got more stubborn. Oh, well, so am I. Open thread, no polly tics, no tangelo terror.