Kitty Meat Denial

Poor Calvin. His new renal diet for his kidney disease means no more meat treats. We used to give him tiny bits of meat when making sandwiches or cooking dinner. No more. He doesn't understand why everything has changed, and it hurts me to hear him screaming in frustration because he can smell our food, but isn't allowed to have any of it.

Tonight he sat in a chair at the table while we ate our dinner. He stared pointedly at Steven, who was always the culprit in sharing food with the cat, so Steven offered him something he could have: a snap pea.

Naturally, our little carnivore had no interest in peas. He was so funny as he resignedly rested his chin on the table next to that pea. I ran to get the camera, and Steven piled more vegetables in front of the cat.

Then it got weird; Calvin started rubbing his face all over that little pile of vegetables.




He may be missing meat, but he sure is offering us loads of entertainment! (And don't worry; we're not mean. He gets a special wet food now every day. He thinks he's in kitty heaven when his little bowl comes out each day. He's not completely deprived.)