I may be feral, but....

[TheSecondMrsAshwell]

I have 2 ferals that I feed. B&W George and Ginger Sid.

So, George has been munching his way through thedry kidney food that my old cat, Minnie, left behind when she crossed the Bridge. £15 for a 1.5kg bag no less. He finished it yesterday.

This morning, I only had Whiskas dried. I put some out, knowing that Ginger Sid will eat it later. So I thought "why not treat George? Give him a tin of the smooshy food*." Scooped it out, put it out. He looked at it. Looked at the Whiskas, then looked at me as if to say

"I may be feral, but I am still a cat and I am not eating that." Then sloped off like an offended leopard.

Cats. Weird people.

*Not the kidney smooshy, but one of my emergency tins of pate in case Amazon did not deliver.

Well what did you expect? He has standards just like the rest of us and you fell short.

I hope you've learned your lesson, OP.

I have one stray who won't go near the Whiskas. Only Purina for him Doesn't take them long to train us.

That's so funny 😹 I love the 'You don't expect me to eat that rubbish do you ' disdainful look.

Our first family cat in the 80s came from a rescue centre; the owner had a deal with the local poultry farm who would donate all the mangled/deformed chickens that couldn't be supplied to shops. Little Samantha spent the first year of her life dining on tasty chicken before we adopted her... she spent 17 years on official hunger strike refusing most forms of cat food and stealing chicken from the worktop

I had a feral who would eat only chicken-flavoured Whiskas. No big deal except that this when when I lived in a developing country where I could find only one shop that sold that particular flavour of that particular brand... And if they were out of stock, the cat went on a hunger strike to teach me a lesson.

Even the IRA didn’t manage 17y of hunger strikes.

@Fluffycloudland77

Even the IRA didn’t manage 17y of hunger strikes.

Samantha did 17 years, she was the only cat I've ever known with an eating disorder She was the tiniest little cat and the most loving She also HATED going outside. We lived in the countryside, next to fields, mountains and lakes but nope...

It was an admirable show of willpower.

I caved. I bought the posh stuff.

George is happy with that.

Mine (lived as a stray for 5 years in a greenhouse) refused to eat anything at the vet until they hand fed him roast chicken while cuddling him
I could see him thinking "nice hotel, shame about the needles and being shaved"

@NotMyCat

Although the thermometer in the bottom really merits a steak......

@TheSecondMrsAshwell he was FUMING
"I'll sleep in my tray then. Also mama roasts chicken, I'm not eating boiled"

Poor Ollie! How old is he now?

@YetAnotherSpartacus

Poor Ollie! How old is he now?

12 ish? Maybe 13

He's doing well :).

@YetAnotherSpartacus

He's doing well :).

I can't imagine being without him just the thought of it upsets me He seems fine, little bit of muscle lost but his weight is the same

My ferals refuse the Aldi dry biscuits, one of them has an awful coat so last week I bought him a tin of mackerel in sunflower oil, wolfed it down, almost immediate mprovement in his condition, bought two more tins, will he eat it now?? No. Does anyone in my house eat mackerel? Guess.

He's well-loved and looked after :) By saying he's doing well I meant he looks well :).