It used to be that you almost had to open a can of tuna underwater, just so that Pumpkin didn’t get a whiff of the tasty, tasty fish and be hanging out behind you meowing her head off until you gave her some of the responsibly sourced fish. Or, if you cooked a chicken, she’d be there secretly hoping that you dropped it or turned your back for a second so she could snatch that succulent white meat in her cat jaws, make like a banana and split.
So, when it came to buying the hideously expensive special food for cats with chronic renal failure (hey, here’s an idea cat food people – as kidney failure is so prevalent in cats anyway, why not make all foods this way in the first place?) we naturally thought that fish and chicken would rock her world, float her boat and generally untwist her melons, man,
Instead, she sits by the bowl with a look on her face which basically says “I don’t care if my kidneys explode, I am not eating that.” At one point we had 48 sachets of salmon food, because when we initially got it she was all about the salmon. Then she pulled the same stunt again. “No, salmon is not for me. Screw you salmon.”
Carole had to swap the unopened pouches of salmon for other flavours, like a small child trying to complete a Panini sticker album without having to resort to sending off a request for the last few and a postal order for £1.29 to cover the cost of postage.
And then the vets said, “Oh yes, they can go off a particular flavour…” To which my instant reaction would have been, well why didn’t you mention that when we bought 48 packets of the bastard stuff? Instead of letting us ponder on how the hell we were ever going to get her to eat them, we could have been providing her with a range of other flavours (well, just beef really, as she seems to have turned her nose up at all the others for now) to hide her medicine in and not make her kidneys explode.
So at the minute she’s going wild for beef. Which is understandable because it’s also the best flavour, by far, for Monster Munch and Hula Hoops. But you have to wonder how long that’s going to last and, for that matter, what option we’re left with then. We might have start mixing the pouches togther to try and create new taste sensations. “Oh yes, Pumpkin, tonight we’ve got some nice Tuncken, and tomorrow it’s a bit of Saleef. Look, please, just eat your medicine and don’t die yet, we’ve still got 36 more pouches to get through…”