Picky Cat

The Boy Kitty gets about a third can of canned food each morning, with some meds. I would say it's his favorite part of the day, but one doesn't know for sure.  He has many favorite parts of his day.  Sleeping in the sun with Best Dog Ever.  Laying on the Guy's papers while he is working. Climbing into my lap while I am knitting/quilting. Hanging out on top of the fridge. Watching the backyard.  Watching the frontyard.  His whole day is favorite.

But I digress.  He does love his morning feeding.  And should whoever gets out of bed first forget, or delay, or be off the routine, Boy Kitty reminds by various means.  Loudly talking.  Weaving in and out of the legs.  Stretching to reach the kitchen counter as if to say 'Hey! Forget your lunch!  What about my breakfast!?'

So we prepare his bowl.  And take it to his feeding station in the laundry room.  Where he dives in and finishes in short order.

Unless we have chosen the venison flavor.

Last trip to the pet and feed supply store, I picked up a couple cans each of of the different varieties of the brand we started a few months ago including a couple cans of the 'venison and green pea'.  It's not the green pea.  He eats other varieties with that.  But the cans of venison?  Each time we have sat that down for him it is tasted, and walked away from.  The remainder is left to be thrown away the next morning.

Boy Kitty has no truck with deer meat.