A couple of weeks ago I decided to taste some cat food.
It's not something that I do often; it's just that I wanted to make sure I was getting the good stuff.
Recently, my family cat Clarabelle came to live with me. Apparently, the food she eats is only stocked at a few stores due to the fact that it's dripping with special formulas or something.
When I ventured out to purchase the distinguished cat food, I had to drive 20 minutes outside the city to get to a store that sold it.
The first store I tried didn't have it, so I traveled to another pet store that promised me when I called them that they stocked this amazing $30 cat food.
Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pet store, the guy I talked to on the phone ended up walking around the store for 10 minutes trying to find the last bag that he claimed to have seen just five minutes before.
While he scanned the shelves, I stared out the window searching for the bastard that bought the last bag of my cat's food.
My mom warned me that if I switch the brand, Clarabelle would notice and it would upset her stomach. But every now and then, I'll catch her lying around the house casually licking her butt.
Sometimes she does it for four or five minutes at a time, which makes me question the sensitivity of her pallet.
In route to the next store, I wondered what I had become.
In the past, I've tried to keep a strict balance that distinguished me from those crazy-cat people who think cats are equal with dogs in terms of viable pets.
Personally, I've always considered a dog a "real" pet because it actually takes a strong commitment to care for it. Cats, on the other hand, don't need instruction; they spend their days lying around the house sleeping, eating and crapping in a box in the basement.
Once I finally arrived at the third store, I was relieved to find an entire shelf stocked with the delicious food that my cat supposedly can't live without.
After I had forked over my precious hard-earned cash, I decided to open the bag and take a small taste. For $30 I wanted to make sure that the flavor wasn't something that I had been missing out on.
Even though the food didn't taste that bad, I'm still ashamed at how weird I must have looked to anyone who happened to witness my taste-test.
But oh well. At least I'm not a crazy-cat person.
