So my mom Cathy put me on a bland diet last week. I woke her up four times in one night, demanding to go out and “do my business,” as we say delicately in this house.
This time, Cathy followed the instructions of the vet’s assistant, Mallory. She measured my food carefully and doled out careful ratios of bland food to regular food. “Take a week or so to work back to normal,” Mallory said.
Cathy nodded solemnly. No more late night wake-ups.
I had other ideas. I know how to beat the system.
Sure enough, one day Mom forgot and left the cat food out. Whoosh! It waas gone.
“Oh no!” Mom yelled when she saw the empty dish. “You better not get sick again.”
No problem. I’m back to normal food again…and I came within two seconds of capturing a live muffin.