I don’t like the way it smells, feels, or looks. It stinks. I’m through with it as soon as the supply I have is gone.
Did I get your attention? That was a mean, dirty trick. Sorry about that but I couldn’t help it. I guess I have a lot of my mother in me.
No, I’m not going to stop eating raw food. I’m not going back to cooked. I’m still a firm believer in the theories/beliefs that make up the program known as The 80/10/10 Diet.
Twinkle is a reluctant raw foodist and I’m not going to force her down that path any more. Well, at least not after the last bag of venison medallions is history.
When I first started her on raw food, she wouldn’t eat it at all unless I mixed it with commercial canned cat food. I had to start her out with as little as 1/4 teaspoon of the raw food mixed with half a small can of gloppy meat. Gradually, I increased the amount of raw food until she was eating all raw. I guess it happened so slowly, she didn’t realize she was eating something she had absolutely loathed in the beginning.
I tried her on stew beef (that’s what Roger feeds his dog) and chicken breast. She wolfed down the beef and promptly upchucked on the carpet. I might as well not have bought the chicken breast. She turned her nose up at it and would have nothing to do with it. Cornish game hen was the same thing. It went outside to feed the neighborhood dogs. There was no transitioning her to anything that didn’t cost an arm and a leg. She is the pickiest of picky cats.
Only Natural Pets had the best selection of raw pet food I found anywhere online. I’ve been ordering from them ever since Twinkle started eating raw. The first order was delivered in December, 2005. That’s three years, people! I don’t think anyone out there would disagree that I’ve given it my best shot.
She’d eat quite a variety starting out. There were lamb medallions, beef and salmon nuggets, beef medallions, and venison medallions. She ate, with my urging, organic turkey necks. There’s still some of them buried in my freezer.
First to fall by the wayside were the necks. She was supposed to eat them bones and all but how do you convince a stubborn cat to do that when she doesn’t want to? I didn’t even know how to get the concept across.
The lamb smelled atrocious so, naturally, she liked it the best. That went on long enough that I laid in a supply of it believing it would be eaten. Of course, I was stuck a goodly amount she wouldn’t eat. I tried letting her get hungry enough that she’d break down and eat it but that didn’t work, either. She’d rather starve to death than eat the lamb she’d loved so much earlier.
The beef medallions were next to go. One day she woke up and decided she didn’t like them, either. She went on strike again. She’d be a union organizer’s dream.
I took the lamb and the beef to one of my co-workers who has animals that will eat anything. They wouldn’t eat the raw food. Her husband wanted to know what was in those bags that smelled so bad. I don’t know what they finally did with it. Maybe buried it out in a remote field somewhere far, far away from the house.
So now we were down to venison medallions and beef & salmon nuggets. I’d give her a salmon nugget or two in the daytime and two venison medallions at night. It’s said that cats like variety. Lately, I’ve had to urge her to eat either one. It isn’t that she’s lost her appetite. If I opened a can of cat food, she’d be all over it. She’s lost her taste (if she ever had it) for raw food.
Now, I’ll put the venison medallions in her bowl and she’ll sniff at them and look at me with a baleful stare. She’s definitely not enthused over her diet. I can’t keep forcing her to eat food she doesn’t enjoy. I enjoy what I eat but I can’t communicate with her to find out what she’d like—other than either dry or canned cat food.
When I went to visit DD and merm the last time, I bought a bag of Wysong Nurture dry cat food. She loved it. It seemed to agree with her digestive system because I didn’t have offerings to clean up when I got home. However, when I read the ingredients, it had a lot of things in it I didn’t want to feed her.
The other day I was going up and down the aisles at the mostly organic grocery and happened upon the pet food. I started reading labels. Wheat, corn and soy figured prominently in most of them until I got to the Wellness brand. In large letters, the bag proclaimed “No meat by products, corn, wheat or soy”. I read the ingredients and, while it wasn’t what I’d want to eat, it came closer to what I’d want to feed Twinkle than anything else on the shelves.
I bought a 2 lub 15 ozzie bag of Salmon, Salmon Meal and Deboned Turkey Recipe and brought it home. When I opened it, I was almost overwhelmed by the awful odor coming from the bag. Twinkle smelled it and came bounding in and meowed around my feet, then got up on her hind legs and did a little dance. She could hardly wait for me to find a 1/4 cup measuring cup that I didn’t mind ruining. The directions for feeding a cat her size is 1/4 cup in addition to canned food or 1/2 cup fed alone. I gave her 1/4 cup and she scarfed it down and went to the living room for a nap.
Yesterday, I got her to eat her venison by mixing the dry food with it. I don’t know if I’m going to get by with it today. She ate a little of it but didn’t seem interested in finishing it off.
I may have to feed the rest of the venison to the dogs. We’ll see. In any case, I’m not ordering any more raw food to foist upon my helpless cat. She’ll thank me and so will my bank account.
It isn’t pleasant to have to admit I’ve failed in my efforts to feed Twinkle raw but it’s even less satisfying to have a hungry cat and know she would be willing to die than eat what I give her. I’d rather she’d have a happy life than a long one. Quality over quantity. And who knows if she won’t live as many years anyway?