#senior kitty

First off I need to say that I adore Pete with my entire heart and soul and once I realized it had all been about the food, I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. I'm not mad at him. I'm shaking my head in disbelief, and now I'm lovingly shaming him on social media.

Two weeks ago I grabbed a different brand of cat food because we were out and didn't have enough for their usual brand, so I got a bag of the brand we used to feed them. I was like it'll tide us over.

Wrong.

Two.

Entire.

Weeks.

Of the most incessant, obnoxious, loudest temper tantrums I have ever seen out of any living being (and I have 4 kids). Meowing. Yowling. Howling. All hours of the day and night. In and out of my bedroom constantly. Coming over to me and head butting my hands every two minutes. Yelling in my face. Yelling when I walked anywhere in the apartment. Yelling when I was in the kitchen. Deliberately waking me up multiple times a "night" (I have dspd, night means whenever I'm sleeping) to head butt me and yell at me.

I noticed the way he'd go back and forth to the food dish, so tonight I was like fuck it, I'll go get the regular stuff. Brought it home. Filled the dish with it.

He has now been a perfect angel for

SIX.

FUCKING.