The Cat Food Calamity

     You’ve heard the term, “Plop!  Plop!  Fizz, fizz,” haven’t you?  Well, that’s about how I felt on the morning of my last blog post.  Remember?  That was the day I told you that I was not fond of the taste of cat food.  As a matter of fact an’ after much consideration, I can truly say that I hope I never hafta’ eat anything that tastes that bad, ever again.  Bleh!
     Picture, if you can, my cheerful demeanor as I stepped from my kitchen door onto the porch.  Snow had fallen the night before; the first snow of the season.  It was beautiful.  So clean an’ pure.  It actually took my breath away… about one second before my feet flew up an’ I did a full Body-Slam, with my face buried in cat food.
     I waited, knowing that my good hubby-buddy was watching for me to return.  As I lay on my stomach, I was certain that my hero would rescue me.  Any day, now.  This week, or next.  I was patient… more or less.  That is, until my next thought.
     “What if he came outside, too, an’ we both wound up in the cat food?  Would we even be able to stand up?  I doubted it.  I began putting more effort into liberating myself from my predicament.  Believe me, it was not easy.  Between the slippery snow an’ a reluctant body, jus’ gettin’ to my knees was a challenge.  Never mind, actually standing upright.
     So, there I was, with the latest version of ‘Egg On My Face’ (Yuck!) an’ my arms wrapped around the railing of the porch… TRAPPED!  Whilst I huffed an’ I puffed to gain an upright position, my good hubby-buddy remained indoors, oblivious to any of the current events.  As happy as I was that he din’t know what was goin’ on, part of me wanted to {{{{{ S M A C K }}}}} him!
     Finally, I made it to my feet an’ worked my way to the door.  Curiously, with ice an’ snow all over my hands an’ me unable to get the sliding door open, I was forced to tap on the glass to get Hubby-buddy’s attention.
     Ya’ know that comment about smacking him?  Well, he took one look at my face an’ his laughter instantly reinforced that emotion.  Sort of.  Actually, we both got a good laugh out of it, but in my mind, he was not getting’ off so easy.    
     For the record, I dunno’ who develops the flavors in pet foods, but I have a greater respect for my cats an’ their preference for eating dead things, rather than the food I put out for ’em.  What bothers me most is the fact that we have bought many different kinds of food for our feline family, but they still seem to prefer the dead things.
     What about your pets?  Do they also choose to eat somethin’ other than the famous brands of cuisine, found in the pet food aisles?  If so, I think you should stick to your regular diet of human fare.
     Until the next time, keep a hug on.
 ~ Yaya
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8 thoughts on “The Cat Food Calamity

  1. I do hope you weren't hurt but I have to admit that I laughed out loud reading this. Primarily because I could picture myself in the same predicament! Thanks for getting my morning off to a good start!

  2. Sorry you fell, YaYa. I hope you are okay…I'm so glad our cat only likes dry food. We had to feed both cats (before Stripes died) canned food and it smelled awful. Ginger lost weight on it, it turned out the reason she was losing weight was because she didn't like it….I don't blame her. Ick!Welcome back…Lenny and I have been worried about you.

  3. To be truthful, Tisha, I still laugh everytime I think about how completely my face, clothes an' glasses were covered in cat food. Trouble was, there was dry cat food, raw egg, canned cat food an' milk in the mixture. We have lotsa' cats, so we give 'em one good meal a day.Thank you Sister Ann Marie. I wasn't hurt. My pride was a little bruised, but I'll get over it… eventually. LOL. I think I was actually laughing, even as I was in the air, on the way down.I'm so sorry you an' Lenny were worried, Sharon. I din't mean to worry anyone. I actually thought I would have SOME chance to get on a computer, but it din't turn out that way. I wasn't hurt or anything; jus' embarrassed. When I'm old an' rockin' on my front porch I'll still be laughin' 'bout it, but it will make passers-by wonder about my sanity. hahaha ~ Yaya

  4. Hi Yaya .. I think we'd all be laughing – family or guests .. sounds crazy – but those things make us laugh & usually without any inhibitions – just the sheer joy of total escapism and the ridiculousness & unfortunateness of the poor perpetrator – yes you!!I guess cats are extremely sensible – they keep their options open .. and keep checking that they haven't lost their natural abilities ..Sorry about the foody mess .. good story to dine out on for a while??!! Cheers – Hilary

  5. Thanks for stopping by my blog! I'm glad you weren't hurt, and I'm sorry, but I did laugh…my cat eats dry food, and the dog does too…he eats her dry food and his dry food. They throw it up also on occasion. It doesn't smell too great either..from the bag or the butt, the smell is the same! Have a slip free week YaYa!

  6. Isn't that the truth, Hilary? We all laugh at the mishaps of others. 'Else, how would Abbott an' Costello have ever made a living, right?I agree with you, Yaya. Cat food stinks, no matter where it comes from!Me, too. Ya' know, T, I was a little worried 'bout that.Thank you, everyone, for stoppin' by. ~ Yaya

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