The Oak Court Cats enjoy a relatively good life.  There is always crunchie-munchies in the bowl; the water bowls are always clean and filled (only bottled water please, we don’t like tap water) and, of course, the daily ‘wet dish’, the canned cat food.

Ahh, the canned cat food.  What delights are safely packed into those little cans? Hmmm….

Two of the regulars have long preferred to have a bit of wet food first thing in morning.  So, instead of finding the coffee pot when I enter the kitchen, I first need to clean the bowls, open the can and spoon some of the wet food into 2 bowls, setting them on the floor exactly a foot apart.  (Seems that Missey doesn’t want to have any other cat within a foot of her when she is eating).

As I prepare the meal Missey sits on the floor, patiently waiting. The sound of the pull top ring being pulled back will result in her standing up on hind legs.  She awaits that first scent of the mystery meal  as I toss the lid into the trash (yes, the lid is recycled; wash it off before tossing  it into the recycle bin).  Her tail switches one side to the other in anticipation, as I drop a spoon full of the meal into the bowl. Finally, the moment she has been waiting for, I lower the bowl to the floor and offer it to her.   She approaches the bowl slowly at first, cautiously sniffing the dish.  She lowers her head into the dish and takes that first taste of breakfast – then – just then – she stops.

The look on her face when she looks up at me  is one of disappointment.  She slowly backs away, looks up at me again as if to say “What’s in the can?”  I’m speechless; don’t know what to say. “Missey, what do you mean, ‘what’s in the can?'”

Missey slowly turns away, not happy with what I’ve put int he bowl but she doesn’t bother to explain the problem to me; she just walks away, back into the dining room.

Don’t worry though, this is the daily routine for Missey.  Every morning we go into the kitchen and run through the same script.  She walks off then comes back in 5 minutes and eats whatever is in the bowl; if there was something wrong she quickly forgets about it and cleans the bowl.  I’ve long since given up trying to find new flavors from this or that manufacturer.  No matter what I put down I get the same reaction.

Maybe I should try fresh sockeye salmon?   Or mahi-mahi on a bed of rice?   Hmmm…

Later

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