Writing 101 Day 10, Today, be inspired by a favorite kittenhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.
My earliest memory is of a not so inspiring kittenhood meal that consisted of some kind of a wet meaty slurry and a bowl of water. About a month later, the slurry became more solid and was joined by another bowl containing little bites of crunchy food. We called them crunchies because kibble sounded a little too dog. Turkey, chicken, beef and fish, my palate was well diversified, and well, still is. Once in a while my human mom would give me a tiny bowl of milk as she had done for all her previous kittens and cats, but then she was “advised” that cows milk was bad for us. I didn’t have a problem digesting it but she didn’t want to take any more chances even though her cat Coco had lived for 18 years supplemented with cows milk now & then.
My humans would be away all day, so being more nocturnal than diurnal, I mostly slept during that time. They’d play with me in the evening, but when they went to bed, I’d be still be wide awake. I tried to sleep with them but after getting rolled on or kicked off the bed once too many times, I ventured back down to the basement and there I learned to hunt. Now being an indoor cat you’d wonder what I would hunt for. Bugs! You’d be surprised how many bugs would come out of the wood work in the dark. I didn’t have to go outside, they came in. Bugs are like vitamins. Spiders, moths, earwigs etc. Some tasted better than others, but they were all fun to try to catch. Another odd food that I like is lettuce and grass. My human dad would say I’m my mom’s cat because she likes her greens too. My dad’s not much of a green food guy at all.
I was about 2 months old when a special little bag of food appeared. Hard’n crunchy outside, soft’n meaty inside. Meowee, they were de-lish. They were so special that they’d be hand fed to me. She’d get a handful of those treats, ten to fifteen of them, and sit with me on the floor in a separate room from anyone else. Just the two of us. It was a special time, our time. Treat, click, treat, click, treat, click. She called it “charging the clicker” which was teaching me that the clicker meant treats. Those treats combined with the clicker inspired me to learn my tricks. I’d do anything they asked of me. Any flavour too, it didn’t matter. This would continue for about ten minutes, one or two times a day, for a few days. That was it, I got it. Three months later I had learned 4 tricks: Sit, shake a paw, high five, and sit up. It didn’t matter anymore either who asked me to do the tricks, just as long as they had those or any treats. I’d do them for people food too. Steak and roast chicken were a big favourite. Then, when I was about 7 months old the ultimate treats started, but those are stories for another day. Excuse me now while I make this bowl of Mariner’s Catch disappear, nom nom nom nom! =^,,^=
Mom took this picture of me because I was too young to do it myself.
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