Feral Friday: Something to Kibble About

Hola kitties! Here comes the weekend so here comes the Keisha! We had a Petco gut rot delivery this week. I'm thrilled—maybe. We ordered nine boxes of pouches and one toy. Guess how many shipments came? Six—and we had to message them since one box that was listed on the packing slip wasn't enclosed. Not only that but they threw the pouches into one of the boxes like garbage. Sigh! But I have something else to kibble, er, quibble about.

Feral Friday: SIP! CAT!

Hola kitties! Did you have an eventful week? I hope it wasn't too exciting and you got in the required cat naps. What does the post title mean? Wouldn't you like to know! Do your humans use acronyms around the house? They may do it to keep you from knowing what they're talking about. Mine do it as kind of a code so when I recently saw a meme on Facebook and although that one are for cats, I thought about our's.

Feral Friday: Training Your Humans

Hola kittens! Thanks to everyone who sent comforting messages and purrz on the passing of Aunt Pauline. TW tried to pass them onto Uncle Neil who needs a lot of loving.

I love my pal Summer  but she wrote a somewhat misguided post this week about why humans should train their cats. Summer is a rock star among cat bloggers and her human knows everything there is to know about cats and is an expert on human/cat bonding. I hate to contradict them ever but I couldn't let this one pass. My humans don't have me trained; I have them trained. I can write the book about why humans need to be trained. 

Feral Friday Foodie Fill-Ins

Hola kitties! I'm the master of alliteration with these post titles! HAH! Are you like me and your life revolves around food? I must say I'm a very picky eater but my food must be on time and in my favorite dishes. Also, as much as I love Pop working at home, I don't eat nearly as much when he's at home as when he goes in to the office. That doesn't mean I want him to leave me, it just means I'd rather sit next to him than eat which could be a paw of contention for the peeps.

She's Eating … Now She's Not

Hola kitties! I told you about this new chef the peeps have. They're getting dinner from her rather than ordering Chinese. Well, the new chef is killing me. Check out the fun items on this week's menu: Shell Fish Stew (with clams, mussels, shrimp, crab and BACON!), Crispy Sweet & Spicy Chicken (can be made not spicy), Lamb Souvlaki Meatballs, Vegetable Lasagna Roll Ups and Cajun Spiced Wild Tilapia. With a lineup like that, what did the peeps order? The Lasagna Roll Ups and a salad. Srsly peeps? No meat or fish for the most precious member of the family? I have to eat cat food?

Too Many Distractions

Hola kitties! As I'm sure you know, I am a picky eater. The pickiest of eaters. I'm the epitome of the finicky feline. This finicky feline lives in an apartment in the middle of our floor, right by the elevator. My food dish is in the foyer not far from the door. TW has to stand—well, preferably KNEEL or squat—right next to me while I eat. I'm gonna take you through some of my thoughts as I eat.

Nocturnal Eater

I’m here at the dining room table so we can chat about my eating habits.

TW says I’m a nocturnal eater. Oh sure, I get her up between 4-6 a.m. like any good cat would do and she walks me into the kitchen. I eat a few pieces of kibble while she’s preparing half a small can of stinky goodness. Nine times out of 10, I take a few licks and walk away to go snoopervise out the window. Sometimes I just walk away. She cries that she doesn’t know what to feed me and why does she throws away money on my food.