The price of nice fissshesss.
I do at last seem to have worked out the food that will keep everyone’s system in equilibrium, as long as I keep on eye on mealtimes so that no-one gets away with stealing anyone else’s portion.
Sadly, but predictably, the one food that suits all is actually the most expensive in my supermarket, and I think it’s also one of the most expensive, full stop.
I daresay in Hollywood, the Cote d’Azure and any tax havens you know of around the world, kitties with diamond collars probably get even posher food, but almost certainly from the kitchen rather than prepacked.
Certainly for now things have calmed down a lot, with fewer distressing accidents, more snoozes and lots of purring. I suppose that’s well worth doubling the bill for my weekly grocery shop?