Well, here I am once again complaining about the food. As if the Fancy Feast fiasco wasn’t enough, the Apes have sunk to a new low.

Imagine my surprise after getting all worked up for my usual 9-Lives to find the slop pictured to the left on my plate.

The damned stuff doesn’t even have a name. The tin is simply marked “Cat Food” on a bland yellow label. And let me tell you, the label isn’t the only bland thing about it. I’ve tasted better stuff stuck to my fur after a trip to the litter box!

So again, I must be creative in letting the Apes know how much I detest the stuff. Since the Apes were off Christmas shopping for the day, I had some time to work out my frustration.

First up was the Cat equivalent of finger painting. With paws covered with this crap, I took a good tour through the living room, making sure I hit all the white upholstery I could find. 

Second was to put a little mystery into the Ape’s lives. I got into the cupboard and removed the labels from these cans and also the labels from the Tuna. At least now I have a 50-50 chance of getting Tuna. I’ll feed the other stuff to ScapeGoat The Dog as he tends to eat first and taste later anyway.

I simply can’t wait for the Apes to make themselves a Tuna sandwich. We’ll see how much they like eating this crap!

The Apes came home after that and blamed ScapeGoat for the mess. Sometimes I just love him! (Not often though!)

Tonight while the Apes are sleeping I’m going to grab the mouse trap I saw in the cupboard and put in on the nightstand where the alarm clock now sits. Should make for an interesting morning.

Moral of this story: Don’t feed crap to Cats!!