I have donations for the animal shelter and we know what happens when I walk in there.
It’s another bunch of towels and dry cat food.
Jake is the cat that keeps on giving. Prior to his passing, I doted on his likes and dislikes when I bought cat food because it was paramount that he ate.
He was no fool. Lobster may have been his first choice but we negotiated tuna. I have no idea where he got a taste for tuna. I never saw him fishing. He wouldn’t go near the pond.
(No, there is no tuna in my pond! Just some nice little gold-fish that are multiplying like rabbits! Note to self: Renew sex talks with fish)
In the month before his death, I not only refilled his outrageously expensive medication but also purchased a BIG supply of tuna cat food. I was very optimistic.
The other cats will eat the canned tuna but not the dry stuff. The kibble was a premium brand with no grains or additives. (Nothing but the best!) When I say premium I mean $$$.
The little bugger died before eating it. That means I have 9 pounds of dry cat food that no one (except my sister-in-law but that’s another story) likes.
It’s packed up for the shelter trip that I am hoping the beloved husband makes. Otherwise I will need more cat beds.
Note on sister-in-law – She has been known to grab a handful of kibble that I keep on the counter. She says it’s tasty!