A Picky Eater

I probably should have named this blog the saga of my cats because I do seem to write about them a lot. But they are funny and so entertaining and I love them dearly. The past few mornings Charlie has not wanted to eat when fed. He has very loudly complained and protested, will stalk thru the house and then, right in front of me, will jump and knock something over and then look at me. I finally figured out what is going on. As kittens I would buy them small cans of food since most kitten food comes in small cans and so between the 2 cats they basically got a fresh can of food with every meal. Now that they are cats I am buying bigger cans of cat food, so what is left will go in the icebox until the next day. Charlie apparently doesn't like cold canned food, hence the protest and loud meowing. Thomas, on the other hand, is my low maintenance cat and he is just happy to be eating. So this morning, I warmed up the food for a few seconds and viola, Charlie ate his food. It is so true - cats do have staff.