Because of her CRF*, Calie can only eat soft food because her stomach can not process the dry stuff. It can be very exasperating at times when she decides that the one food that she absolutely adores is now nothing more than slime from the bottom of my shoe.
A lot of times when this happens, what is left of the now-I-hate-this-shit can is thrown away and another “flavor” is opened and she is once again on top of the world. Until she hates that can and the process is repeated.
Not only that, but we are down to only 3 or 4 flavors that she can have and likes, so there’s not much room for negotiation. I can tell that her CRF has been getting worse because the toss-a-can/open-a-can routine has increased substantially, and at this stage in her disease, eating, drinking and using the litterbox are the main priorities.
To make things just a tad more interesting, throw Thor into the mix. For obvious reasons, we feed Calie on our bed so we can keep an eye out for this
This is what happens when I turn my back for 2 seconds.
At which time I have to move the big lug away and push him over so he will lay down and leave her alone. Now you’d think that would be the end of it, eh?
You obviously don’t know Thor. (And I’m obviously stupid for turning my back again.)
I don’t know who I get madder at: Thor for trying to eat Calie’s food, or Calie for not telling him to get the hell away! For a cat that used to be a cantankerous SOB in her younger years, she sure has gone to the extreme in the mellowing out department. She’d let him eat the whole thing if one of us isn’t watching.
And as my girls can attest, that is not the Calie they know.
* If you’d like to know more about CRF, this site has some wonderful information and has been a great help to me over the last 5 years.