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Charlie is a fussy eater, or rather he tries to give that impression. Having stocked up on meaty products it was with great reluctance that (eventually) I gave them away because of his refusal to eat. How strange to discover that he doesn’t like chicken, turkey, beef, or lamb. I looked but didn’t find a product containing mice! I now firmly accept the fact that he only wants food containing fish but the acceptance comes after many trials and errors.
It’s interesting shopping for his food. I can go to a supermarket and not speak to a soul, except the girl at the check-out, but I can guarantee being drawn into conversations on the pet food section. Hmm! Is that where lonely people hang out or are pet lovers automatically drawn to each other? One lady told me some hair-raising tales about her cat’s behaviour which had me wondering what Charlie got up to when I wasn’t looking. So far, so good, at least I think so!
I listened carefully to advice offered by an elderly shopper who apparently owned several cats, after all if she had that many she should be au fait with all their likes and dislikes. ‘Oooh,’ she said, as she selected some Whiskas Temptations, adding that her cats lurve them and practically fight over who gets the first one out the box. I popped two boxes in my basket. When she turned her attention to the Goody Bags (yep, that’s the name) I ignored her on the grounds that I’d bought enough for one day.
I really should rely on my own experience and not listen to others. Even though the Temptations taste of fish Charlie turns up his tiny nose at them ... and if he comes across anything containing or smelling of cat-nip he practically snorts in disgust. However, when Rosanne (bless her) bought him a present of Goody Bags and Charlie made it clear he actually liked them, I couldn’t wait to get back to the supermarket.
Of course, I still have the Temptations (please don't misconstrue that... smiles) but the only way I can tempt Charlie to have one is by sneaking one in with morsels from the Goody Bag. It’s one way of not wasting money but I have a feeling that pretty soon he will cotton on to my little schemes.