Cattitude
The grey cat cries and cries for food, but in spite of her bitchin’,
it seems there’s naught to satisfy her in her master’s kitchen.
She would not eat the Whiskas tuna that she loved last week.
Fresh hamburger? She only deigned to have a peek.
Pork tenderloin she shuns as well as beef and cream and cheese.
A bit of gravy is another treat that does not please.
Fresh bass I bought and poached for her merely got the nose.
No mouth was closed upon it. It was not a taste she chose.
Chicken in soup with veggies? She chanced to have a taste,
then raised her nose and flicked her tail and made away in haste.
There’s canned tuna on the counter with the other four
new cat foods that I bought today at the cat food store.
I’ll try them out tomorrow, but I do not have much hope.
Chances are her majesty will only sniff and mope.
What is it with these felines that gives them attitude?
I’ve never seen the double of this old girl’s cattitude.
She awakens me at scandalous times, demanding of her feed,
then looks at me askance when I attempt to fill her need.
I fear it’s true she’s skin and bones––my fault it is supposed,
but I assure you that her fast is strictly self-imposed!!!
Not fiction! I made a special trip into town today in spite of my wracking cough, donned a face mask and braved Walmart. I bought fresh fish, which I abhor, for the first time in my life, along with all of the foods mentioned above and so far, she chanced one tiny bite. But, just checked and she drank all of the fresh cream I poured out for her. Her highness is satiated for the time being!
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I’m glad Annie liked the cream! I do hope this isn’t signalling the end of life for the poor kitty — and just a pause in her tastes.
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Well, I expected it two years ago and she’s still going strong. Skinny as an unstuffed bean bag, but still raising a ruckus.
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Remember she has 9 lives — she must not have used them all yet!
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I know at least one she used up. With 8 more, she may outlive me!! If so, she can come live with you, right?
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If she outlives you, I’ll be happy to have her come and live with me — if I also outlive you!
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So many considerations, so little time.
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This is relatable. Lovely poem. 🙂
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Maybe the cat’s found a secret supply of real mice? I suppose no cat-food manufacturer would ever dare introduce a “Mouse Medley” or “Mashed Mouse” flavor? “Made from a wholesome puree of specially bred white mice, of course.”
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I agree. They need to have real flavors: rat, lizard, mouse, squirrel. I did a blog on this a month or so ago….Even had a food dispersal system on the back of a windup mobil mouse so the cat could chase it!
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You did that without any paws. I hope you lose that cough soon.
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Haha…
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As a fellow cat lover and cohabiter, I love your true feline fiction, Judy! Our two can be picky and choosy, when they feel like it. They prefer chicken and fish, but one thing we’ve noticed is that the smellier the food is the more they like it, especially Mojo. Luna would be happy if everything was mouse-flavoured.
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Very melodic description of cattitude.
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More melodic than her bi-hourly yowlings, Frank.
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I was going to say how typical that all she will accept is what’s bad for her, but if she’s an aging lady, maybe it doesn’t matter 🙂
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Cream actually isn’t so bad for cats because it has less lactose. Milk they are allergic to. And yes. At this point I’ll feed her anything she’ll eat.
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I didn’t realise there was a difference between milk and cream apart from the fat. Whatever she’ll eat, let her have it.
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I didn’t either until I researched it. Nothing like sick cats to get you delving into Google!
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True 🙂 Hope she appreciates it.
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I don’t think cats appreciate. I think they expect!!
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I had to plead with Trixie to let me sit on my chair for supper this evening. I’m always polite but she just gives a load of lip.
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If the outside cats are inside, the minute I abandon my padded swivel desk chair, one of them is in it.
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They know a good place. They have no notion of private property. How could they when they own everything?
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And besides.. they are the places that smell most like us. What good taste they have.
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No arguing with that 🙂
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I love this tale of your kitty Judy.
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Every bit the truth. I can’t believe I poached a fish for them and not even the outside cats will eat it!!!
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Cats can be so fickle.
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Hope you find a treat that works for her… how about raw liver?
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Ewwwww.
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