Feeding the Cat

It took three weeks to get the wife’s cat to eat ‘whatever’ I put in front of it. No longer it terrorizes us when time comes to feed it. It took three week to change its status back to family pet, last one in the pecking order. An animal that should be grateful we let it live with us provide shelter from storms its counterparts must endure outside. Three weeks it took of not folding & opening new cans of food cause it wouldn’t eat the first can given it. Cause maybe it had gravy or maybe it didn’t, or the meat wasn’t chopped or chopped way too much, or whatever excuse the old lady came up with for it! Three weeks of letting it mope around cry in front of its bowl as if it was in heat. Three weeks till it got the message. A new sheriff was in town, and he doesn’t give a damn, if you starve to death!