kitty treats

I took my lovely cat Mumbles to the vet yesterday morning. I was a wreck. New vet. Strange mangey dog in the lobby coughing up phlem. Smells like cleaning solutions. I left her in her carrier with comfy red towel with the lady who identified herself as "Missy." I hate that name. It was just a bad morning. I told Mumbles I'd see her in a bit and the usually bubbly Mumbles looked me straight in the eyes and let out the longest "meow" you've ever heard. It felt like an hour, granted it was realisticly 10 seconds - but that's a long time!

Fast forward a few hours, I'm a wreck at work thinking about my girl (I didn't realize I'd turned to the dark side - "one of those pet owners") and finally I get to pick her up at lunch. I sang in the car all the way back to my house. I was so happy to see her - she was not amused.

So I thought some treats would brighten her spirits - not to mention her belly after getting maximum de-worming doses. I pulled out a bag of moist chicken treats. She didn't even acknowledge its existence. Then I pull out a bag of hard, crackity, X-brand tuna flavored treats I got for Christmas. She went nuts.

The moment of realization: I always have bought my cat treats based on my own favorite tastes and textures. That's just kind of wierd by itself. But I'll be damned if she doesn't give a chicken's feather about her expensive treats as long as they taste like fishies.

I love my cat. She's so independent and stong-willed - just like her mom.