noun \ˌkü-(ˌ)dā-ˈtä, ˈkü-(ˌ)dā-ˌ, -də-\:
a sudden attempt by a small group of people (or cats) to take over the government (or house) usually through violence (or naughty behavior)
Recently I have been trying difference brands and kinds of cat food.
Like any dysfunctional family, everyone likes or needs a different food. One doesn’t like chicken. One doesn’t like turkey. One doesn’t like beef. This changes from week to week too. The only thing they agree on is tuna and ocean white fish. Everyone likes that. Usually.
In addition to flavor preferences, I have a “barfer” and a “hair ball tosser.” There is one with a sensitive stomach who gets the poops when she eats the wrong food or dairy. All of this happened frequently until I started feeding them grain-free cat food. Now we can go for a full month without a patch of something lying in wait for unsuspecting feet.
It’s much easier to find grain-free, healthy versions that don’t break the bank.
I tried one brand, then another and then a third. This was all good. They liked the brands equally well and I knew if I couldn’t get to the local pet store, there was a brand at the grocery store that worked.
That is until I bought the last bag. When I reached for the bag of grain-free chicken kibble, I noticed they had ocean white fish so I tried that.
Someone needs to explain to me why cats love fish. My cats won’t go near water. I’m quite sure no one has gone deep-sea fishing. They haven’t caught a goldfish let alone a tuna. How did they get to love that flavor?
If I make tuna salad, the cats come out of their daytime coma to drink the tuna juice.
Jake went crazy for the new tuna kibble food. Then I noticed that everyone was eating it with abandon. (I may need to get a job to keep my cats in tuna food!)
That is except for poor Hazel, who is on a diet and only gets wet food. This didn’t make her happy. I was able to coax her to do physical therapy on the cat tree with the fish kibble. No small feat.
Then I ran out.
I didn’t remember which brand had the tuna. It was a new flavor. I hadn’t seen it before. I didn’t remember where I bought it either. (Why don’t I write this stuff down?)
All this came to a head at 3 a.m. (which you all know is not my favorite time) when Jake hollered for his nighttime feeding. (He’s the only one who does that.) He has me trained to get up and give him a handful of kibble.
It wasn’t always like this. I used to keep a full kibble dish on the floor but then Hazel ate it up and blossomed out like the Goodyear blimp so it was removed.
Jake bellyached loudly. He fully understands that he has the upper hand at 3 a.m. Some catnip quieted him down (gotta love drugs!) but after an hour I heard some loud sulking.
First thing in the morning (really second thing after my Starbucks) I went out to track down that brand.
You can bet I won’t forget it. Now I have to figure out how to mix it with the chicken so it all gets eaten.
You can’t fool cats who are used to eating at a 5-star restaurant.