Finicky Cats

My cats are finicky. No surprise, right? I mean, they are cats after all. I have two, both males. Max is a 7-year-old brown and black tabby, and Buddy is a 12-year-old black and white domestic medium hair cat.

They love to eat. I feed them canned food once a day, in the evenings, generally around 5pm. I also have a feeder with dry food that is left out, in case something happens and we are late in feeding, or in case the cats just feel like snacking. Like clockwork, at about 4:30 every day, they start in with the harassing - the meows (that sound very much like “NOW!”), the jumping into the middle of whatever we are doing, afraid we are going to forget their feeding time.

Like I said earlier, my cats are finicky. They don’t care so much about the type of cat food they get, as long as it’s the right flavor. My boys will only eat fish-flavored cat food. Forget the poultry, the beef, the liver. It has to be salmon, or whitefish, or tuna, or anything else that swims. If we accidentally buy a can of chicken, and then, horror of horrors, actually try to give it to them, they will sniff it and walk away. Then, a few minutes later, one of them will return to their dish to see if the offending food is still there. If it is, either my husband or I, whomever is closest, will get the look. If you’re a cat owner, you know exactly what I”m talking about.

The funny thing is, however, they will eat poultry, beef, or liver cat food if it is mixed with fish. And, they absolutely love fresh chicken. They just don’t want that processed stuff. Actually, I can’t say that I blame them.

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June 25th, 2009 by Beth VanHoose | Posted in Cat Food, Cat Stories | (1)