Friday 3/12/2010

Cats know what to eat.

Lisa and I have had two cats since we got married; Wack-a-do and Bandit.  Later we adopted a mangy, half dead, flea infested, sorry excuse of a cat, we named him George.  We gave George the feline version of an extreme makeover. He has since thrived and wormed his way into our hearts.  In the same time frame, Bandit who had epilepsy from when she was a kitten got much worse.  A year and a half ago we made the difficult decision to send her to "a beautiful farm with a crystal clear stream running through it , where she could chase mice and birds every day"

Trust me, I assure you that you are reading my weight loss blog, not an article from cat fancy.  Hang in there, I'll spin this yarn into a pertinent story, promise.

Both Bandit and George (Wack-a-do has until recently displayed no interest in "people" food) were and are beggars and beggar, respectively.  They were not too bad.  They would get under foot if we were preparing a meal.  They would do the figure eight through our legs (cat people get this others... not so much) but that was about it.

Now we find ourselves with just Wack-a-do and George.  With almost a week our our diet experiment under our belts we have notice a surprising change in the cats behavior.

For years I have had a yogurt first thing in the morning, first "normal" yogurt later "diet" or "lite" neither cat paid this any mind.  Now I am eating totally natural, organic... blah, blah, blah yogurt.  Both cats go bat shit wild over it.  When I finish, I put the bowl down and they descend upon it like crack whores in desperate need of a fix.  It gets better.  When we sit down for dinner (all natural, organic, meats, poultry and fish)  both cats are right there, Wack-a-do sitting like a lady, patiently waiting for a morsel and George circling the table like a pedophile at a playground.  They go nuts!  Paw fights regularly breakout over whatever scraps we toss their way.  The chicken we ate two weeks ago, regular supermarket fare, they showed little to no interest in.  Tonight's organic chicken, prepared the same way, drove them wild.  Both cats meowing and batting each other in the head as each scrap hit the floor.  It was anarchy I tell you!

Cats know what to eat.