Oliver hates pate.
Obi hates pate.
Don’t get me wrong; they’ll eat it. But they won’t be happy about it. And, because I love to make my kittehs happy, I don’t buy it. It is also a benefit to me because the chunky stuff comes out of the can easier. This is important because I feed the cats before I’m fully awake.
So imagine my surprise on Saturday when I opened a can and the food didn’t slide easily onto the plates. Pate. The dread pate.
I struggled to get the food on the plate and headed back upstairs to bed.
Then I realized…
There would be more.
The last time I went shopping for cat food, I bought a lot. Like, at least five cans of each flavor. So…there could be four more cans of the dread pate. Or there could have been one stray can of pate mixed into the good stuff.
So each morning we’ll pick a can…
We’ll pull the tab…
And time will tell…
A kittaiku from Obi:
The Girl serves breakfast
The food plops down, texture free
Eat it anyway