I love my cat. Let’s establish that fact first off. He’s like our son and he’s incredibly spoiled. He gets cuddles and treats and we talk to him all the time and the boyfriend even sets aside time every day to play with him because he doesn’t want him to get bored and torment him.
However, I feed Mr. Pip the department store brand cat food because, let’s face it, it’s $3.75 a bag compared to the Whiskas which is about $7.50 for the same sized bag. This has never been a problem for Mr. Pip in his entire two years of life until just before this past Christmas when I made an awful and horrible mistake.
I reached for the normal food on the shelf and instead, grabbed a bag of Whiskas. I didn’t notice until I pulled it out of the trunk of the car upon arriving home and this is where the trouble began.
Mr. Pip LOVES Whiskas. He powered through that freaking bag in half the time it usually took him to go through a normal bag and whenever the dish was empty, he’d walk around and squeak at us until we put more in the dish. Even in the morning, when he got his usual scoop of canned food, something he used to get all worked up about, he would now just sit and stare at the wet food and then move over to sit in front of the dry food side and squeak.
This went on for about three or so weeks until the Whiskas finally ran out. We went to Walmart and stood in the cat food aisle and the boyfriend and I had a discussion. We compared prices of different foods. We looked at the amounts in the bags and compared it to the cost and everything else imaginable and in the end, I came to the same conclusion as the mindset I had before this fiasco. I refuse to pay more than twice as much for Whiskas when Mr. Pip was just fine with the food from before.
So we purchased our usual brand of food and headed on home. We arrived to a very grumpy cat who was sitting beside his dish and glaring at us because there was no Whiskas. I started thinking that perhaps my cat was addicted and it was good that I was cutting him off before he had to go to rehab.
We put new food in Mr. Pip’s dish and stood there watching as he stared at it for a while. Then he sniffed it a bit and we thought he might eat it but alas, he sat back and started squeaking at us in protest.
I explained to him about the money thing, but Mr. Pip does not care about finances. He wanted Whiskas. I said no and after that, it was a battle of wits. Every single day since then (it’s been about two and a half weeks), we go through the same routine. Pip rolls around on the floor looking adorable and squeaking near his food dish. We feed him and then he sits there, staring at his food before he looks back at us and squeaks again.
The boyfriend has turned it into a fun game for himself and every time Pip does this, he makes a sad face and endorses the begging behaviour. He looks at me and says, “Peep wants Whiskas.” I disapprove because this makes me the bad guy. You try telling this face no every time it squeaks at you:
I have to look at that every day and say, “No, you can’t have Whiskas.” It’s starting to make me feel mean. I will say, however, that Mr. Pip is eating his regular food again, though he still makes it known that he’s not happy about it. He’s also excited for his wet food every morning again, so that’s nice. He’s getting a lot of guilt earned treats though and I’m thinking he’s going to end up being a little bit on the chubby side before to long.