Adventures of a Midwestern Girl (and Her Hillbilly Hermit Tennessean) in Sunny, Sunny California

Our Scottish fold kitty H.B. is extrememly picky about her food. When I dish out the cats' evening squishies, H.B. refuses to eat it the majority of the time. Sometimes she takes a quick sniff and starts to "bury" it. Other times she doesn't even bother to sniff it first.

There doesn't appear to be any real predictability to her displeasure, other than its near constant presence. One night she'll practically work a hole in the carpet trying to cover it up and the next night she'll happily eat a small portion of the same thing.

Steve and I laugh about this, but have been unable to name the cause of her revulsion. Until now. Frankly, I don't know why it didn't come to me earlier.

H.B. is a Scottish fold and I'm feeding her American (possibly Canadian, hopefully not Chinese) cat food. At any rate, I can say with some confidence that it does not come from Scotland. And, as we all know, If it's not Scottish...it's CRAP!!.

Now, does anyone know where I can find some haggis flavored cat food?

Listen to Stuart Rankin!.

Posted by Anne at 01:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I can't imagine trying to explain this to tech support
-Stephen

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I found this link amusing, it appears the Raccoons have been searching for a supreme commander!
-Stephen

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This is a question that haunts me every time Steve and I get onto an airplane. In our case, we're in fairly good shape since we have made a pact with my parents that we will care for their 3 cats (and I guess their dog now? perhaps I should clarify) and they will care for our 4 cats should the need arise. But this is an issue that every pet owner should consider. I absolutely HATE to see animals listed on the shelter Web site or on Petfinder who need to find new homes because their owner has died. It's particularly hard when the pet was obviously pampered its whole life and is now a senior citizen with low odds of finding a new home, especially when there are all of those cute kittens across the hall.

I've been making my way slowly through When Your Pet Outlives You: Protecting Animal Companions After You Die and trying to get our stuff in order. I've gotten sidetracked by a few other projects recently, but my next step is to write up descriptions of each cat, what they like, what they don't like, health issues, etc. I think this could actually be fun since there's little I like to talk about more than my kitties.

This all comes up now because I saw an article today about a program run by the San Francisco SPCA. The Sido Service helps Bay Area pet owners ensure that their pets find a new home in the event of the owner's death. Reading about the program on the SPCA Web site, I still have a few questions, but it's got potential. Too bad they have a 2 pet per household limit.

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