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A friend of mine recently came home to a case of Fancy Feast on her front porch. No note, no explanation. Just a 36-count box of cans of everycat’s favorite stinky goodness by her door.

Strange, she thought, but maybe not that strange. She is fostering a special cat for a few people (I’m one of them!) and Fancy Feast is her favorite. She figured one of us must have left the food to help her out.

So she called the one of us she’s closest to and asked whether she had dropped off some cat food. “No,” was her answer, “but I’ll ask Dorian if she did.”

So she texted me and asked if I’d left the mysterious Fancy Feast.

Her: “Did you take Debbie some Fancy Feast today?”
Me: “No … was I supposed to?”
Her: “Someone left some on her porch and she doesn’t know who did. She thought it was me, but I didn’t do it. I thought it might have been you.”
Me: “Awwww. That’s so nice. Nope, I don’t know where she lives.”
Her: “??????”
Me: “No clue. Neighbor? Secret admirer? :) “
Her: “She has no idea who did it. She had someone sending her flowers for a while and she never figured out who it was … that was six months ago.”
Me: “Fancy Feast = flowers for cat ladies!”
Her: “I hear you. I think they upgraded.It is weird, though.”

I can’t stop thinking about this. It’s both hysterical and genius.

Cat ladies, let me ask you: Would you rather a secret admirer leave you a case of Fancy Feast for your kitties — or flowers for you?

For me, it’s a tough call. Fancy Feast shows real thought, right? I mean, that means someone knows how much my kitties mean to me. It’s like the cat-lady version of “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

But at the same time, it’s kind of, um, different. I like flowers. I want flowers. That’s sweet and romantic and, you know … not tuna-flavored.

What do you all think?

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