THE NEW CAT ROOM! (or the Cat Room #2)

Why does this 6 month old cat make loud 'mewing?' sounds, hard to describe, when playing with a particular toy?

There is no catnip in it, it's just a small soft ball, that she seeks out and carries around with her. She sounds like she's in pain or distressed! Should I take it off her?

The Breakfast Wars continue in the msolga household. Poppy absolutely refuses to have anything to do with dried cat food, even the salubrious, super-expensive brands! (Well, I can't let her live on just meat & fish alone - all protein - can I? Can I?)
So we have the most amazing performances as she attempts to twist my arm into giving her what she likes best: meat, meat, meat! Dear reader, I have tried to be strong & really, most of the time I am, but she puts on such a performance! Today is my whole day off work & she has almost tripped me up every time I've entered the kitchen. She romps in front of me, then stops dead in front of her food bowl, almost tripping me up & giving me very meaningful looks! "Give me what I want, NOW!!" <sigh>

Any ideas for a breakfast alternative, anyone? I now have about 6 different brands of dried food in stock on my cat food shelf.

Apart from this, she's a delight! Whatta girl!

I can only suggest giving Poppy no options, and hardening that soft heart of your's, Msolga.

I can only suggest giving Poppy no options, and hardening that soft heart of your's, Msolga.


Pretend she's Howard.

I don't think it will hurt her msolga - after all the cat biscuits didn't always exist and cats used to live on the tinned stuff alone. The biscuits are good for her teeth but I wouldn't insist. (they can also be bad for their kidneys if they don't drink enough with them )

msolga, Why does it matter whether Poppy eats canned food or dry food? Am I missing something. A bit of knowledge after all these years of cat cohabitation? All my cats have always eaten both. Patty preferred dried food but would eat the canned. Miranda preferred the canned but would eat some dry. And Mikey is not finicky. He'll eat anything--and huge quantities of it. You wouldn't believe his daily intake of food. (He's a big guy.)

Had a brief glimmer of hope that Mikey might finally have figured out something. For 12 1/2 years I have my milk and cookies every night. For 12 1/2 years, Mikey gets some of the milk before I do. For 12 1/2 years, I pour the milk into the glass and put it on the table in front of the tv set. Mikey can access the milk from the arm of the sofa. And every night for 12 1/2 years, Mikey gets all agitated that he can't get to the milk. I usually have to coax him, remind him, and occasionally put him on the arm of the couch. Two nights ago, he lept onto the arm of the couch while I was pouring. A breakthrough, I thought. Nope, a temporary lapse into intelligence. Short-lived. Last night he couldn't figure it out again.

I've sometimes wondered whether this is some kind of weird feline way of Mikey to try to get me to put the milk somewhere else. Not gonna happen. So we play our nightly milk game. What a big lug.