Sunday, September 7, 2008


My appetite isn't what it used to be. 

I used to gobble up my meals 1, 2, 3, but now, I don't know, nothing's really that appealing. Much to mom's consternation. (Know what they say about payback, hee hee.)

So she's bought me all sorts of stuff designed to entice me to chow down. There's the catnip. Makes my nutty housemate Casey go nuttier, so of course it's not my thing. Two types of treats, one crunchy, one moist. Eh. I can take 'em or leave 'em. Usually leave 'em. Mom really hates it when I whirl one in my mouth for a bit, maybe even bite into one, then spit out the soggy remains. Which is why I do it. That, and they're not so great, anyway.

But she hit one right on the whiskers: Kitty Kaviar. Oh. My. God. This stuff is awesome. They're see-through wisps of some super-smelly fish. Makes my mouth water. When I've had enough of the lightly warmed up Fancy Feast - 4-5 seconds in the microwave makes for a more appealing meal - mom smushes a piece or two into the food slightly and next thing I know I've cleaned my plate. 

I learned quick, though, that if I keep looking away from my food as if to say I'm done, mom keeps putting more Kaviar on my plate. This trick works a treat! Literally.

Here's what it looks like. Now don't hint. If your pet parents are as daft as mine can be, you know you can live out your nine lives before they catch a hint. Forward this to your folks and demand your own. Yes, Kitty Kaviar - because you're worth it!