You know that feeling when your child is finally potty-trained? I know what it feels like.
You want to shout from the rooftops! Sing Hallelujah! Do the Snoopy dance! Tell anyone who will listen!
No, I did not potty train a child…or a cat. Cats come trained. Let me start from the beginning.
She recently needed dental surgery and after that refused to eat the kibble she loved. It hurt her booboos.
After much trial and error (driving me crazy) she settled on Fancy Feast chicken but only grilled and with a little real chicken on top. (Must have real chicken.)
She was dumpster diving into our kitchen garbage can. It stopped with her chicken selection and also the fact that I stopped putting any food stuff in there. (Can I hear a Hallelujah?)
All was good. For a week.
Then she got a stomach bug. For two days she threw up everything she ate. (Ok, I’m crazy again.)
She refused all food. Slowly, ever so slowly, I got her to eat real chicken. Then I started slipping in the chicken cat food, teaspoon by teaspoon.
One day I slipped in some turkey cat food. She gave me the stink eye but ate it! (Another Hallelujah please!)
We went from eating about two tablespoons of food a day to a half can every hour. We worked up to needing tractor-trailer loads of cat food! (Don’t ask. I am a weak person.)
Now I’m working to get her on a schedule and on more variety. She’s not happy about schedules. She has a staff who will wait on her whenever she wants. Room service without the tipping.
I’d love to say I put on my big girl bloomers and got tough but the truth is that I had to do some things that required me to be out of the house for extended periods during the day. I missed the puppy dog eyes, the dramatics of a starving cat (this cat is Academy award material) and the pathetic no one loves me postures. She adjusted. Mostly.
When the final transition is done and she eats like a normal cat, you will hear me sing from the rooftops! Perhaps maybe even a little dance!
In the meantime the other cats are enjoying extra meals. If you open a can, they will come. Especially my Hoover cat Hazel.
Next plan is to get Hazel back on her diet.
Postscript: I wrote this on Monday. As is always the case, things change quickly in this house especially when it has to do with Gracie. She is now eating like a starving lion waiting for the tasty Christians. I am considering liquidating all our assets so she doesn’t starve. She has broadened her horizons. So far she has scorned beef and we haven’t reintroduced any fish but most other flavors are winners even those with cheese. Tomorrow is another day. What a cat!