I Want Food. Tasty Food.

Food. After water, food is essential for life. My caretakers torture me with food and they never learn.

First, they feed me dry bits of food. It does not taste good, it goes stale, there is never enough. At least they no longer give me the dry food that they fed me three years ago. That was horrible! I taught them!

I must eat to keep alert. But they never feed me enough. What I need is a big open container of food. Good food! Even if I have to fight my klutzy sister for it!

Sometimes they give me tasty portions of wet food. I think that they are trying to kill me! It tastes so good that I must eat it, all of it. Then my insides get upset. I have long fur. I will say no more.

There are some tasty dry bits of food that I like. When I go outside and come back inside they give me some. So I go out and in, out and in, out and in, hoping for tasty bits each time. But they only feed me tasty bits once, the bastards! I don’t understand.

I think that I will go and dream depressingly of roast turkey.

FM

Water. Essential for life.

Water. Essential for life. I crave fresh water. But my caretakers deprive me.

In the eating area I am presented with small bowls of water. Although they are refreshed regularly they quickly become warm, flat and stale. I push and move the bowls to make the water flow, but this is not enough. I need more.

My klutzy sister has trained our caretakers to fill the sink with fresh water. This is the only good thing my klutzy sister has ever done. My caretakers complain that it is not environmentally friendly, but I do not know what that means. I have to fight with my klutzy sister to have preferred access to this fresh water. I am frequently required to whack her.

But what I really want is fresh, cold, sparkling imported water. I have told my caretakers this, but they do not listen. No one ever listens.

FM

My name is Francesca

They call me Paca. They call me Little Miss Sunshine. They call me other things. I am a cat. I have issues. I am depressed. And through this blog I will share my feelings.

I grew up with my grandmother, ice cream and goodies. I also grew up with my sister, the large and klutzy one, although I tried to ignore her.

When I was four I moved to a new home with my sister. I was not happy and missed my grandmother. There were other cats living there that I did not like and I missed my home. There were also other wild cats that came in and stole my food. I was not happy.

Now, four years later, it is just me and my klutzy sister in this new home. The other cats have gone away, but the wild ones still torment me.

My caretakers (him & her) feed and water me and let me out. But I am not happy. I express my feelings.

FM