This post is sponsored by Fancy Feast® Broths.
This post is also going to talk about cat barf. Like a lot. Sorrynotsorry.
Maximillian Thunderdome will be celebrating his 16th birthday this year.
16 years of being RIGHT HERE, directly underfoot, begging for food.
Food that — in most cases — would not agree with his system, and would promptly get regurgitated all over the throw rug. Or the bathroom floor. Or our bed. My office chair, a pile of laundry, you name it, this cat has barfed on it.
After a ton of trial-and-error, we eventually figured out a diet and feeding schedule that works — wet food ONLY, fed in small, dainty portions spaced out five to six times a day. Ceiba now must be fed outside, and outside ONLY, lest Max gain access to her kibble and wreak havoc on his digestion, because he has not a single lick of sense. No treats whatsoever, and definitely nothing special, like licking a mostly-empty tuna fish can.
It's really pretty sad. Food is like, all this poor guy has** and we have to micromanage all the fun out of it.
And don't even get me started on how skinny he is now. It's mostly a result of being an elderly cat, but of course the barfing doesn't help, especially when the barfing kills his appetite and I only have his boring senior food to tempt him with. But I try to give him food as many times as I can during the day, constantly trying to maximize the input while minimizing the chance of upsetting his tummy.
(My kids all have stomachs. My cat and dog have "tummies." Is that weird? Discuss.)
So it was actually with a little trepidation that I agreed to try out Fancy Feast® Broths — my old yak-happy cat probably wasn't the best guinea pig, you know? But after reading the ingredients (which passed my neurotic-hippie muster: real actual things, no fillers or by-products) and a bunch of online reviews from fellow elderly cat owners praising them as an excellent supplement/complement to regular food, I decided to give them a try.
(My big box o' CAT SWAG, HOLLA.)
I honestly figured there were two possibilities: One, Max would straight-up refuse to eat it, or two, he'd eat it and then immediately hork it up on my pillow.
Max's interest was immediately piqued. Scenario one wasn't a problem at ALL. He devoured the entire pouch (tuna, shrimp, whitefish in broth) and spent another 10 minutes licking the bowl. I can't remember the last time I saw him that excited. (SAD FACE. MY POOR SWEET VOMIT-Y BOY.)
And he did not barf. He did not barf. Not that day, or the next day (when we tried the "creamy" variety, which was also met with much excitement and snarfy devouring), or the day after that. Needless to say, I bought a whole bunch more once our free samples were gone. I just think this guy deserves a little spoiling and extra happiness after almost 16 years of being THE BEST CAT EVER.
**Other than Puppy. He still has his Puppy. Or at least, the hollowed-headed, dessicated corpse of his Puppy.
This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Fancy Feast®. Thanks for reading!