Bunissima

I kid, my cat is called Grey. My cat actually has many names. Some of them are the common Kitty, Cat, Pisica, Piti, Pisi, little smelly, fur ball, etc. Conceptually I like to refer to her as “my cat Dinah”, but that is only when I am in wonderland, conceptually still.

But I am not here to tell you everything about my cat. The real matter is that I feel guilty. I can see the accusation in her reproachful eyes when she eats that dried-sock flavored food, the little pieces of crunchy brown gravel that you would not eat if you were starving to death. While I am eating my delicious human food.

I had been theorizing before on the fact that this food is not cat food because they like it but because we call it so. I can see now that cats do not prefer and do not like this so-called cat food. They just take it as a final option, as the only option they are given. After all, their denture and digestive systems show that they are carnivores (well, my cat is omnivore and loves papaya, mango, and chips&salsa, but who cares). It’s like painting the roses red. Well, more like painting weeds as roses, but anyway.