A War of Wills

I didn't realize it at the time, but when I last bought cat food at the grocery I picked up a new "flavor" from 9 Lives that they call Chicken, Lamb & Rice Dinner (New Savory Taste! Simmered with Real Broth!)

In my grocery, 9 Lives is sold four cans at a time, shrink-wrapped. That means that Psycho eats the same thing four days in a row. He's never minded this boring diet and I've nevered cared whether he did or not. Until today.

This morning, after four days of Super Supper, followed by four days of Liver & Bacon, I gave Psycho a half can of the new food. He stared at the bowl for a few seconds and then gave me that "cat look" that says, "Do you expect me to eat this?" I told him that I did, and went about my business. He proceeded to stomp around the house expressing his displeasure with the menu.

At 2 this afternoon I picked up his still-untouched bowl and dumped the food into the garbage can. In a few minutes I'll give him the other half of the can I opened this morning. If he doesn't eat it, he'll have to wait until tomorrow morning at 8 when I give him more of the same.

Tough love? Sure. Psycho doesn't know that I know that he'll never starve himself to death. Or hold his breath until he turns blue. I have too many lines on my resume as a Dad and pet-owner to fall for that.

And if he does somehow manage to hold out until Wednesday morning when I break open the shrink-wrap on the Salmon Supreme Entree, he'll have at least lost a few pounds that he needed to lose.

Update: Psycho took one look at the 4 PM bowl and walked away. Then he hopped up on the table where I keep my laptop and shoved everything not nailed down onto the floor. I can hold out longer than he can. *evil laugh*

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[BeeBee]

Having two cat beasties myself, I'm betting on the cat.