Now there's a slogan you don't see anymore! Frankly after a week of enforced subjection to some lumpy morsals not to my liking, I'm not surprised. Mrs Human succumbed to the special offer, as is a common occurence in this abode, for cat food last week. She, quite mistakenly, thought she was hitting a double whammy by saving her clinking disks and buying us that well known top brand of scrummy num-nums; and at a reduced fare to boot. I won't mention the name, but it used to be a favourite which I lovingly smeared across my fishy whiskers with some satisfaction.
Do you know what I think! I reckon the accountants have moved in to that particular processing plant, grunted selfishly to themselves and following a bit of skin-flint arithmetic whilst rubbing their gravy stained fingers together, chucked the magic ingredient over the factory wall.
Millhouse and I were not impressed. We didn't fancy any of the wierdly named Schkoffelzeiser or Krobeinzit mit Groebenwurter flavours. What's going on here? - we looked at one another with our ears in quizzical positions. In the usual feline manner we held out for a few days; walking off from the bowls disdainfully with that staring into a goldfish bowl full of fireworks look in our eyes. Eventually, however, hunger got the better of us and we picked at it morbidly just to stay alive.
Needless to say we made it through the week, hanging on to life by a thin thread, but I would like to say that 8 out of 10 owners whose cats showed a preference said their cats preferred something they could pronounce which would inevitably taste nicer than Schkoffelzeiser.
Any comments from fellow cool cats welcome.
Herky
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