So last week we ran out of cat food in the upstairs tub, which is usually filled with Friskies, whence the cat food bowl is filled. The horror! Mist and Indy both waited patiently about the food bowl, waiting for the food fairies to get off their collected asses and refill, and there was no refilling to be had.
Well, not really. Once I noticed the plethora of cats in the hallway, and determined the emptiness of the tub, I quickly hopped downstairs and grabbed the Emergency Cat Food Bag.
We don’t have emergency supplies of any other sort in the house, but we are well-equipped with emergency cat food.
It was, however, Safeway brand cat food.
Now, you’d think, given a choice between starvation and downing some generic cat food, there would be no contest. I mean, if Margie were to say, “Honey, we’re out of food in the fridge, so you’re going to be eating Cheesy Mac for a few days,” I wouldn’t be thrilled, but I’d understand.
The cats did not depart the hallway. Indeed, I kept seeing Indy there, and double-checking to confirm that, yes, there was food in the bowl.
“There’s food in the bowl, cat!”
“Meow!” Which, I think, translated as, “You like that generic crud so much, you eat it.”
Note that this is not the first time that the truly addictive qualities of Friskies have been demonstrated at my house. When we had our major raccoon incursion a few years back, there was at least one occasion when the raccoons bypassed the torn-open bag of Kirkland cat food in the garage in exchange for venturing into the house to get Friskies from the cat bowl.
True to form, Indy would not (at least so that we could see) eat the Safeway cat food. Nothing but Friskies would do.
We did not rush right out and buy some.
We did buy some the next day, however, much to everyone’s relief.
Feel like I’m channeling Marn here …
All I can say is that it’s a good thing cats don’t have access to the World Court because ***Dave, you’d be in deep doo doo.
Your cats are extremely civilized. I have actually seen mine make as if to *bury* food they do not like, like burying, uh, deposits in the kitty litter.
Cats can be incredibly rude.
I get mine back at them. I have a “you snooze, you lose” rule for kitty treats in the morning. If they’re not there for treats when I’m downstairs taking my vitamins, then they lose out. If they show up afterwards, meowing pitifully, when I’m packing my computer to head to the office, tough luck.
Hah! That’ll show them!
Of course, I immediately flee the house to avoid any retribution. But it makes me feel better.
As to the World Court … heh. I welcome World Court jurisdiction over pet abuse cases, as long as there are exemptions for (cough) US citizens, who might otherwise be frivolously prosecuted by treat-deprived cats …