I know this is a weird subject to write about but it needs to be said, Toonce actually insisted I write this post. Tonight on the way home I realized we were low on cat yums. In the back of my mind all I could think of was Toonce’s meowing, “You know I’m getting sick of pate.” For some reason I keep buying pate hoping he’ll like it, well that never happens and the meaty blob just goes uneaten.
Toonce like gravy and shredded meat product stuff. The other day, I walked into a Sprouts Market thinking it was going to be an inexpensive Whole Foods and man was I wrong. I bought four cans of this fancy pate and here it sits, uneaten. Many times I’ve said to Toonce, “The Queen of England eats pate. Why can’t my cat?”
Tonight I broke down and purposefully bought the shredded type of Fancy Feast and a bag of cat crunchies. My roommate greeted me with his usual meows of, “I’m hungry. Said it isn’t pate.” I replied, “It’s your favorite Buddy Boo!” He ate two cans and meowed in happiness. This too will pass