Just a gross addendum. I also had a thing for strawberry flavored milk back in the day. I used to pair it with the Special K variety that had dried strawberries. Like the ChocoMilk/ChocoCherrios combo, the thought of both now make me a bit nauseous.
Is it enough to feed your cat something reasonable?
Nope, now you gotta feed them "Wild Salmon Primavera" or "White Meat Chicken Florentine".
In other words, it's not enough to put up with Fluffy treating us like servants, Madison Avenue says we gotta deliver the equivalent of International Night.
Our cat would probably turn his nose up at that fancy crap (not that it isn’t just the factory scrapings dressed for opera) as he’s rather fussy about what he eats.
Doesn’t stop him from decimating the local mouse, rat and vole population, however. The kitchen floor is giblet city some mornings.
If it's up to the unelected powers that shouldn't be but that forced themselves upon us, aided by brainless virtue signaling zealots and identity vacuums, we'll soon have only 7 types of food, all bad. So enjoy the decadence of choice while it lasts and learn your tast buds and eyes to enjoy Kep-mok.
Doesn’t stop him from decimating the local mouse, rat and vole population, however. The kitchen floor is giblet city some mornings.
Which means them vermins ain't chewing up the contents of your linen closet, thanks to Orlando.
He drags them in from the garden through his cat tunnel, presumably to show off the new house, and then ensures they don’t squeal (heh) to their mates by eating them. Or most of them; he generally leaves the stomach and bladder.
For all he lacks opposable thumbs, he’s quite the surgeon.
I'm walking through the frozen foods aisle. The stock is in tall cabinets with glass door fronts. A man stands in front of one: gazing, rapt. He really looks mesmerized.
I'm surprised until I look in the cabinet. It's all frozen desserts. "Hmm," I thought, "He's got a lot to choose from. I guess that's why he's spending time looking it over."
A few moments later, I went back through the same aisle, but the guy was gone. I noticed that there was more than one door of frozen desserts. "Oh, wow. I wonder how many there are."
So I counted them. There were FIFTEEN doors of frozen desserts to choose from. I was flabbergasted.
