August 26, 2005
When it comes to Highly Addictive Substances, t’would appear nicotine,
heroine and meth have nothing on Friskies canned cat food.
What with one thing and another I’d committed a sin of omission, i.e.
ran out of cat food. Boots and Zeus eat dry food (and are quite
picky about which one, too) so when the bowl was empty yesterday
morning, I remembered a couple of cans of Friskies that had come from
Charles’ room when he moved to Tech (presumably due to the cat and
kittens he’d brought back from Anson), opened one and dumped it into
their food dish.
A while later I noticed it was empty, and yesterday afternoon I bought a bag of dry food at Wal-Mart.
This morning Boots woke me at 5 a.m. This is not unusual, so I
stumbled blearily into the kitchen, expecting to see an empty
bowl. Nope. There was
food still in it, but still Boots meowed plaintively. Couldn’t
imagine what her problem was, but went ahead and topped it up, snarled
at her, and trudged back to try and get in a little more sleep before
the day’s official start time.
Twice more Boots complained to me, refusing to eat the food she has
been enjoying for months. Only thing I can figure is she has
tasted feline ambrosia in the form of Friskies canned cat food and
somehow knowing there’s one more can sitting on the counter, has begun
a kitty hunger strike until I relent and provide the Good Stuff.
Dream on, Boots….dream on. Addictions are ugly things, and I’ll not be your dealer.