We own two cats who deign to live with us, named Bonnie and Clyde (in a moment of terminal cuteness). We assume they are litter mates, being almost the same size when they were unceremoniously dumped on the porch of our farmer neighbor's house.
Bonnie is a long-haired steel gray and white cat and Clyde is your typical tabby. Bonnie sleeps about 18 hours a day, becomes frisky for a half hour before dinner and then goes to sleep again. Clyde, on the other hand, can often be seen racing from one end of the house to the other or walking around crying with a questioning meow that says, "Where is everybody? I'm lonely."
This month both of the cats became senior citizens because they turned seven, the golden years for kitties. Time to start buying the senior cat chow. And one more reason to worry about their teeth.
I had been advised by the vet to brush the cats' teeth. I much prefer to keep my skin intact.
Because of the wonder of the internet, I found a product called Greenies that promised to cut the tartar on the cats' teeth. I got a sample. They loved it. Time to go to the pet store and buy more, but trying to save gas as I have been, it was my husband who actually bought the treats. (I think that Clyde actually knows what "treats" means, so I've got to be careful about saying that word out loud.)
When my husband was in the store, he was told by the salesperson that they refer to this item as "kitty crack" because cats seem to become addicted to it.
I should have been on my guard. Bonnie is, shall we say, pleasingly plump, and I try to watch what she eats.
She is also the cat that goes crazy whenever she gets a whiff of catnip. (I recently learned that only about half of cats feel the effects of catnip. As if to prove this point, Clyde smells the stuff and looks at me as though to say, "So? What's the big deal?"
The recommendation on the package of these teeth-cleaning treats is that I feed each cat 8-10 of the treats twice a day. I'm trying to keep it to once a day. They're not cheap! I think that Clyde inhales them because I cannot hear them crunch once they've made it into his mouth.
Bonnie, however, chows down and crunches on them to beat the band.
She also knows where I keep them in the pantry and will sit outside the door several times a day now and meow, begging for her next fit.
Tell me - have a created a druggie cat??
