The Crankee Yankee and I have four cats; Nala (the one female), Pookie, Plumpy-Nut and Tinker. Amazingly, they all get along well. Plumpy and Tinker are indoor/outdoor cats (they were strays), but they are pretty happy being inside with regular meals, fresh water and lots of warm places to snooze.
As they were all getting a little tubby, our vet recommended a healthy and grain-free (you would be amazed at how many animals have grain allergies) kibble, which they all like. We also feed the strays in the neighborhood (we are known to them all as Mr. and Mrs. Sucker), and give them a mixture of this kibble plus a healthy store brand. We had kept these plus a bag of “treats” which is actually a prescription cat kibble that cleans their teeth; so we call them “toothy treats.”
We keep all three bags of food downstairs on the table next to the washer and dryer. Whenever one of us goes downstairs to put out food for the stays (or for any reason), they all come thundering down after us. What they want is access to the store brand food. They are just like kids in that way: you can buy them the healthy fancy granola with flax seed and goji berries, and what do they really want? Cocoa Puffs, Frosted Flakes and Lucky Charms.
Looking back on it all, our mistake was letting them taste it. That’s all it took–honestly, the stuff is like heroin to them. Yesterday I went downstairs, and there on the floor in front of the table was the ripped open bag of the store brand food, with Nala and Tinker gobbling it up as fast as they could!
I said, “you little buggers, what have you done? I’m ashamed of you both!!” while they were tearing back upstairs, cheeks bulging and probably snickering to each other. As I cleaned up the mess, swearing all the while, I finally had to laugh. It’s true what they say about cats; they were once worshiped as gods in ancient Egypt, and they have never forgotten this.
Heaven help us all if cats start growing thumbs!