Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Cat Lady Writes a Letter to the Cat Food Company: What Idle Cat Lady Hands Do With Their Idle Time

While I am waiting for school to start and am spending most days when I am not at work preparing for the class I am teaching this upcoming semester, I periodically go to the store to buy groceries.  Today, I bought some beets to bake, some La Croix, a bottle of beer, some Krab Salad, Wheat Thins, wet cat food, a gay pride-themed poof for my body wash (it was the cheapest one they had) and a donut.   I stuffed everything into my canvas Kiss bag, as I realized I was wearing my Kiss Destroyer shirt, something I vowed I would never let happen in public--be seen with the bag and the shirt together.  One by themselves is kind of ironic and amusing, two together verges on weird.

I got home, unpacked the big box of canned cat food I opted for finally--the variety pack!  Usually I like to pick out my own cans of cat food, envisioning what it must be like to be my cats, savoring each Salmon and Cheese Savory Shred bite, or Flaked Tuna in Sauce.  But today, I was practical.  At .4 cents cheaper a can, I opted for the box--those cats can get used to the 3 flavors in here and like it!

I opened the box, and as you'll read in the following letter to Purina, this is what I discovered:

Dear Purina,
Usually I buy the single 5.5 oz cans of Friskies for my cat so they can have variety, but today I bought a 24-can pack with Mixed Grill, Ocean Whitefish and Tuna, and Turkey and Giblets. There are 16 cans of Turkey and Giblets and 8 cans of Mixed Grill; there are no Ocean Whitefish and Tuna in the pack at all.  I won't ever be buying the packs again, because I hate being lied to. I am sure my cats are going to appreciate the 16 cans of Turkey and Giblets; it's not even Thanksgiving!  BORING!  It's called a variety pack for a reason! 

I'm waiting for a response.  I particularly hope they pay attention to the Thanksgiving part: the only thing giblets are good for is stuffing a raw turkey's ass and pulling them out of a nasty sack for making gravy.