Cleo chased me through the house, meowing her sweet little meow and trying to climb my legs. Upon my arrival in the living room, Max climbed up on the arm of the sofa and gave me kitty kisses. This had nothing to do with me. It was all about the bag of food I was carrying. New food. They can’t even smell it. They see the bag, they hear the noise.
I continued to the hallway, cut the bag open and poured it into their bowl. They ran. They fought each other for the bowl. They smelled. They stared at each other. They sat and stared at me, meowing. Why? It is NOT Purina Naturals that I poured in that bowl.
Yes, late last week I ran out of cat food. I am a horrible, horrible mom. The pet store was closed, so I got them Purina Naturals from ye olde grocery store. They love that stuff. They eat it in volume. They gorge. One small bag lasted about three days.
I usually get them Taste of the Wild or Natural Balance Fat Cats from the Natural Pet Store in town. They only carry holistic pet foods, and their prices are reasonable in that a bag of food lasts me longer that traditional food. As a bonus, they are locally owned and I am supporting a small, local business. I love that, even though they sell reptiles (I look down and head straight for cat food so I don’t have to see them.)
My crazy kitties eat the small bag of holistic food over about three weeks. These foods do not contain corn, dyes, or artificial crap. They love it. Their coats shine, they behave, they drink less water. I love how they respond to it.
A few times a year I blow it, run out, and end up at the regular grocer. I go for the lesser of the evils, if there truly is such a thing. Unfortunately, anything else makes Max itch and Cleo turn into a wild child. Her behavior becomes bad, running around like a maniac, pouncing all of us, climbing window screens, tipping over the trash so she can burrow, attacking in the middle of the night, trying to escape, meowing and crying for no reason…
…Doesn’t she sound like a child with food intolerances?
It will take a few days for them to level out. Max’s hair will grow back. Tasmanian Devil Cleo will return to her sweet, lovable self. I will feel guilty for weeks.
Perhaps I need to read aloud to them from The Pleasure Trap.