This post was when Fin first tasted gravy. I thought it would be so funny for the blog to get a photo op. The joke was on me though as she never went back to dry kibble again. My mornings of sleeping in late were OVER! Please enjoy!
Fancy Feast is in the house, and apparently it can be purchased right
at the regular grocery store, who knew? Dad bought the place out I
think with multiple cans and varieties (note to Mom - this is one
reason Dad’s my favorite).
After much excited dancing
by my dish (on my part naturally), Mom cracked open a can of Trout. I
felt a little sorry for her because she looked like she might have a
hairball of her own.
“Oh the humanity! I’m going to hurl, are you happy now?” She called out.
“Mew!” I replied hardily, meaning “Yep!”
put down my trout as she tried to hold back the hairball with two
hands. I started giving it a hardy inspection, but I have to admit I
wasn’t too sure about it. I was gingerly sniffing, when I noticed Mom
at the ready with the camera (she thought it would be nice to show me
enjoying my first feast). Well as you can imagine, I don’t like to be
rushed – and she knows the pawparazzi war isn’t over yet. I decided I
needed a moment to regroup, so I made the universal gesture of “I’m not
done here, I’ll be back for it later” by pawing the ground all around
the plate in an effort to bury the feast.
“Oh no you
don’t little cat, you’re eating that – and don’t wake me up in the
middle of night with that on your cat breath either.” Mom called out
as she ran from the kitchen to the freshness of the outdoor air.
picking at it for a while, even I had to admit trout wasn’t for me and I
abandoned the area, my head hung low in embarrassment. Mom (smugly)
put it outside for Mittens to find. She also made Dad take out the
trash like it held toxic waste, all over a little trout (What a drama
queen!). We were all very upset.
We had found the
stinky, but where was the goodness? The goodness my friends was finally
found, two varieties (chicken and a mystery meat I still don’t
recognize) and some cross words later, in a little can called Tuna and
in one called Ocean Feast. I found them quite tasty and stinky, in a
Although I hate to admit it - I think
Mom might be right (another reason I prefer Dad) I am spoiled and I
do prefer Dad’s flakey white tuna (it's even dolphin safe). I’m torn.
If I eat the feast will I be denied the other? I can’t chance it - Eat
up Mittens, I’m holding out for the good stuff.