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Guess what meat I ate today!

Hey, kits, guess what type of raw meat I ate today! Quick! Close your eyes, think of your answer, then read below to see if you guessed it right.

A bit of background information first. Mom recently bought a few different varieties of premade raw meat for Toffy and me to try in addition to the meat she prepares with the Instincts Plus by Feline Future. She probably thinks all raw meat is the same, and is finding out that it isn't. For example, while Toffy ate the raw duck meat only if it was mixed with some canned food such as Fancy Feast or Wellness, I refused to touch the stuff even when it was mixed with my regular meat.

This morning Mom opened a different package of premade raw cat food (not the same brand as the duck) and gave Toffy and me several pieces to taste. We both liked this food immediately. You know what the food was? It was emu! Now that's a different type of meat! I just hope the emu isn't on the endangered species list, because it actually tastes quite good. MOL!

Well, for lunch Mom gave us more emu to eat. I only ate a little bit this time and Toffy ate about half of what was in his food bowl. We were both hungry again several hours later and Mom fed us the leftover emu from lunch. I again ate only a little bit and refused to eat any more even at Mom's insistence. Toffy ended up eating all of the emu left over from his lunch and mine. Mom served me about two tablespoons of kibbles instead, no doubt thinking that I didn't like the emu cat food after all.

Later in the evening, I jumped onto the kitchen counter and watched Mom place Toffy's food bowl on the scale and then add pieces of the ground emu until the scale read 26 grams. Mom told me I would be getting more kibbles in a few minutes. Well, guess what I did, kits! I started eating the emu cat food right out of Toffy's food bowl that was still on the scale. Toffy was standing on the floor clueless about what was going on. I say clueless because he didn't try to stop me from eating his food, and neither did Mom. She told me that I was a good girl and watched as the number on the scale kept getting lower while I continued to eat. When I had finished eating, the number on the scale read "6" and there was only a little bit of emu meat left in the food bowl. Kittens, if you know your math that means I ate 20 grams of Toffy's food. Only 6 grams of food left for Toffy? You don't say!

Meow! Meow!

Vanessa

P.S. Toffy didn't have to starve. Mom added more ground emu to the food bowl, for a total of 31 grams, and not surprisingly Toffy ate it all.

Idea for a new game

Vanessa: Hey, Toffy, I just thought of an idea for a new game for Catster. I saw something like this on another website a while ago.

Toffy: I'm not really into playing games, but do enlighten me, Vanessa. What is this game about?

Vanessa: You're presented with a photo of a cat and you have to guess whether the cat is a male or a female.

Toffy: Sounds simple enough to me. I bet I'd be one of the top scoring cats in that game.

Vanessa: Only, in my version of the game you wouldn't simply say whether the cat was a male or a female…

Toffy: Huh? I dislike complicated games.

Vanessa: You would have to click on a button that says either SPAY if you think the cat is a female, or NEUTER if you think the cat is a male.

Toffy: What the meow?

Vanessa: It's an educational game! Humans would be constantly reminded of the importance of spaying and neutering their cats. *smiles*

Toffy: And supposed one were to guess incorrectly?

Vanessa: Well, then a message would appear about the importance of spaying or neutering with examples of the consequences of not doing so.

Toffy: Um… okay…. But I imagine this game would require a lot of cat photos. Where would Catster get all the photos?

Vanessa: That's easy! Catster cats would be in the photos!

Toffy: Hey, that's cool! But would there be prizes? Maybe a free bag of cat food?

Vanessa: I'm thinking more along the lines of free Zealies… like maybe 10 Zealies for every 100 correct guesses in a row.

Toffy: Sure, why not? Every cat loves free Zealies!

Vanessa: Indeed we do!

Vanessa eats her kibble krack

I thought summer was over, but guess what kits! Today summer returned! I spent some time sunning myself on the bedroom window sill this morning while Mom was sleeping in. She didn't sleep in too long today, however, because she went out to do some clothes shopping. She didn’t buy any clothes, but she came home with groceries, including raw meat. Toffy and I won't get to eat any of the meat until tomorrow because Mom hasn't prepared it yet. Tonight I reluctantly ate some kibbles for dinner.

Mom: "Vanessa, eat your kibble krack!"

I walk up to the food bowl, sniff its contents, and walk away, wondering where my raw meat is. When you get used to a good thing, you like to have it all the time. *smiles*

Mom: "Come on, Vanessa. Eat your kibble krack!"

She picks me up and places me in front of the food bowl. She does this several times because each time after I sniff the kibbles, I turn around and walk away.

Me, with an expression of disgust on my face: "Meh!"

If you don't yet know this form of "meow", kittens, it can be translated in various ways. In the current scenario it means: "What the meow? You expect me to eat that unappetizing 'food'?" (Of course, kittens, you would not say 'food' but a more appropriate term, which I'm not sure can be said on Catster.) *giggles*

I do not want to eat the kibbles, but take a few bites nevertheless, realizing they're the only thing I'll be offered tonight.

By now, Toffy has arrived and has stuck his head in my food bowl. Believe me, Toffy will eat anything! Mom takes the food bowl away from him and puts it in front of me again. Then she dumps the kibbles into her hand.

"Here, Vanessa, have some more kibbles!"

Now, that's what I call great service! To show my appreciation, I eat the kibbles from Mom's hand.

Kibbles are okay, if they're the only thing available, but I'm a cat and I prefer raw meat any day.

Meow! Meow!
Vanessa