My name is FedEx, and I am a young and inexperienced black cat, living the good life in NYC. I live in a spacious uptown apartment. So my question is, why do the humans with whom I live persist in feeding me desiccated brown pellets? Is this their idea of food?
Looking forward to hearing from you--
PS. I love salmon!
Mickey: Well, first things first. You are a cat, and being a cat, you have certain inalienable rights--the right to refuse to eat and put humans in a tailspin. Humans already know cats as finicky eaters. So play on that. Stop eating. Until they feed you what you like.
Flea: Excuse me, sir, but it's a bit more complicated in FedEx's case.
Mickey: I don't see how. He's a cat after all.
Flea: An inside cat.
Mickey: Oh, you're right. There goes the surreptitious eating.
Flea: Yes, it's hard to refuse brown pellets when you have no rodents or birds to take their place.
Mickey: You'll have to be creative about where you can find your food. Unless you can manage starvation for several days. Most unpleasant, but less so than pellets, I'm sure.
Flea: It's NYC. I'm sure there are cockroaches aplenty. Nice plump creatures. They should do.
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My name is Oscar. I'm a feral kitten that has been domesticated, yanked out of a dumpster at the age of 2 weeks. My humans are very nice and feed me well. They also like to pet me all the time, which is not so much fun when I'm busy hunting.
Could you please tell me, since they seem to love me immensely, that they get so freaked out when I bring dead animals home?
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