I’m sorry, but this is ridiculous. I just caught Slidell with his tongue gobbling up the remainder of food on my plate! And this isn’t the first time! Over the past year, I dare say he’s become remarkably dog-like in his interest of our dinner scraps.
Yet there’s only certain things he declares interest in. And as far as I can tell, it’s an inexplicably random collection of foodstuffs. So that you can share my wonderment at his taste preferences, here, my friends, are the select few things our cat declares worthy of his palate:
1. Two flavors of cat food. No, not too brands of cat food, two flavors of one specific brand: Fancy Feast. The flavors? Chicken Hearts and Livers, and Salmon and Tuna Feast in Gravy. What they have in common (besides both having a pink label), or why they could possibly be that far above the dozens of other flavors of fancy feast (let alone cheaper brands of cat food!), I haven’t the slightest clue. But buy anything else and he’ll turn his nose up at it.
Then how, you might ask, does a cat who essentially only eats two dishes, over and over again, one every other day, keep his diet varied and interesting? By supplementing the very food he is supposed to eat with a very strange combination of foods he is not. That brings me to numbers 2-4:
2. Cheddar cheese.
3. Pesto.
and to add to that stellar list of foods that meet the picky eater’s approval, as of this afternoon:
4. Peanut butter and honey.
WTF!?
Too bad Rachael Ray doesn’t have a cat. Then I could at least try to ween Slidell off of my peanut butter by offering him celebrity-chef concocted feed.
Here he is caught in action (that’s pesto he’s greedily lapping up):
