What a ridiculous statement, right? I mean first off, how could I possibly know what is going on inside the tiny furry mind of my cat? And second how different can one brand of dry cat food be from all the others available to the cat feeding public? None the less, I'm quite certain of this fact. Our cat can be a little quirky. Cincy, the Wonder Cat/Satan Spawn? She really is a great little cat. Very independent, (yes, I'm aware that most cats are independent) a bit too smart for her own good, extremely loving when she feels like it. She's a little over 8 years old and this beautiful orange, black, gray, and white mess of colors. If the black and orange were reversed I'd say she was almost a calico. As if someone poured paint on a canvas and then just swirled them about at bit. Or perhaps rolled my cat in it.
When she was younger she use to wait under our dining room table for someone to walk past. Then she'd dash out, wrap her little paws around their leg and start knawing on them. Hence the satan spawn thing. She also loves to play fetch. Especially with the little plastic plugs that come in a carton of orange juice or half and half. Bee's learning how to play fetch with her. Only occasionally she throws the plug at her instead of for her. So Cincy is weary of being smacked in the face when playing with our oldest daughter. She really had become very loving and sweet, as her years grow older. She snuggles on the couch with Mike any chance she gets. If she's able to sneak into our bedroom at night she curls up around your head and will eventually begin to drool on you in her sleep if you don't dislodge her quickly enough. I'm pretty certain that at midnight on evenings of the full moon she spins around 9 times counter-clockwise, stands on her head and does a perfect Elvis impersonation, all be it upside-down and with a slight feline accent. You know, normal cat stuff.
Cincy has this habit of letting you know that she's out of food. Anytime someone walks through the kitchen she swats at his or her ankle. If she's ignored enough times she starts biting the ankle. Or rather the sensitive spot on your leg just above the ankle. She's got dead on aim to. Hurts like a SOB when she gets you. If you're smart you look down, see that the bowl is void of small, dry cat nuggets and you fill the sucker up. She's been doing this for the last two weeks. Since I brought the new bag of cat food home. Even though the bowl is full she swats at me. It takes her two days to eat one bowl of the stuff, when it normally takes a few hours. I'm stubborn, and logically I know that the cat won't let herself starve when there is food there. She's just going to mope, and let me know she's unhappy as she slowly rids herself of the offensive stuff. I refuse to buy another bag when this one is quite full still, regardless of how much the cat swats at my ankles to let me know her royal little furry self is displeased.
Last night Cincy, evil incarnate cat bit me. The food bowl is still full. I know this. I filled it up the day before. I turned around and yelled these exact words. "Cincy! I don't care how much you hate that food, if you bite me again I'm going to beat you with a chair!" She bites really hard. Have I mentioned that? I'm not normally one to remember word for word the angry ramblings that pour from my mouth directed at our psycho cat. And the only reason I remember them this time is because of Bee. Mike was sitting at the computer chair and Bee said "Daddy, Mommy is Mad!" eyes big and a little worried. "Yes, she is sweetie." Mike looks at me and I look at him and I'm about to apologize for yelling (at a cat!) when Bee gets the biggest grin and tells Mike
"It's okay! She's not mad at me!" giggles hysterically and then returns to explaining to the 5 month old baby that she's going to color spongebob purple. I may buy another bag of this cat food, if Cincy ever finishes it.
Love Jen
