Remember when Louis Catorze loved his new itchy cat treats?
Yeah, well, now he doesn’t.
The little sod ate the first couple with considerable enthusiasm, even though I’d just fed him, so I thought we were onto a winner. But it didn’t last. And, bizarrely, he doesn’t seem to have changed his mind about them; it’s more that he doesn’t notice them anymore. If I put them in front of him, he doesn’t see them.
I know. It’s weird.
Cutting up the treats makes them crumble to pieces and release much more of their aroma than they did when they were whole pieces. But this still isn’t enough for him to notice.
I then put some of the dust onto his fur in the hope that he would groom it off. He didn’t. So, as I drank my morning green tea and mentally prepared for the day, I was stuck with a gritty, meaty-smelling cat on my lap.
Blue the Smoke Bengal, who is also an itchy cat, is now the beneficiary of the treats, and he certainly won’t let them go to waste. So at least ONE cat in TW8 will be less itchy.
Here is Catorze’s powdery, pulsing belly. You’re welcome:
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