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Happy kitty

The question of whether Abbie would like her new pureed chicken baby food has now been answered. OMG YES!

As soon as I removed the lid to the jar, she nearly climbed up my leg to get to it. It must smell gooood!

I mixed some up with her kibble and plopped a dab next to her kibble. She circled the plate once, then dived into the side dab. She grabbed a mouthful and shook her head as if wringing its neck. I am kitty, hear me roar. And then the rest of the plate’s contents disappeared, followed by an energetic bath and full-bore purring.

There hasn’t been such joy at meal time around here in a long while. Looks like we have a hit.

Posted on 04/02/07 at 05:19 PM
 




Linkmeister

"I’ve created a monster.”

United States   Posted by Linkmeister on 04/02/07  at  05:34 PM





N in Seattle

Wringing the neck of a pureed chicken ... now there’s an image for you.

United States   Posted by N in Seattle on 04/02/07  at  05:48 PM





cassie-b

What a great solution!

Thanks,
Cas thumbs up

United States   Posted by cassie-b on 04/03/07  at  11:59 AM





Kate

Yes, I have probably created a monster. Today she has been sure that every five minutes surely must be dinner time.

And yes watching her wring the pureed chicken’s neck made me laugh—quietly, so as not to offend her sensibilities, of course.

You’re welcome, Cassie. I hope it brings as much joy to meal times at your house. smile

United States   Posted by Kate on 04/03/07  at  03:34 PM





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