Every morning one of the first things I do is to give the girls their breakfast of canned cat food. Because of this, morning is Sachi's favorite time of day. She climbs on top of me as soon as I start moving around in bed and purrs ecstatically, then, forgetting I am not flat, she flops over to roll and falls off. She lies, which ever side up she lands, still purring in happy anticipation.
The girls get Fancy Feast cat food. True, it's expensive, but it comes in little 3 ounce cans, of which they each get a quarter can a day. Three-quarters of an ounce of food is hardly extravagant and it only costs about 20 cents a serving. With the little cans, they have one day fresh and one day from the fridge. Kitsu does not like her food refrigerated, so I nuke it for a few seconds to bring it up to room temperature. Fancy Feast Elegant Medleys is her absolute favorite. Sachi eats anything out of a cat food can that doesn't eat her first.
Why am I making excuses for gourmet cat food? I went surfing for a picture of their favorite kind and came upon this picture. Laughed my derriere off then read the blog entry. Funny too, but I don't know if this guy understands why cats keep humans as slaves. I do. It's to spoil them and make them as happy as possible. Making them happy makes me happy too -- I've been well trained.
Found this blog too, which I got a kick out of. Frank, the baby goat, is really cute. I wonder if he and Sachi could get a little something going in cyberspace...