Meet Sylvia: AKA Bilbia, Sylvinkia, Silvie, Silviebaby...anything but Sylvester, which is what Brian wanted to name her when we got her 15 years ago. I coerced him into settling for the feminine version.
So. Sylvia is 15 years old, 15 pounds, and lately, yakking up on the white carpets, that the idiots that lived here before me decided to install. Yakking more often than the average bear. Uh, cat.
So, she gets a new diet. I've always given her the best, but maybe it's time to revise. I went to the pet store tonight. My choices, for my cat: Science Diet Light, for the Overweight Cat. Science Diet Hair Ball Control. Science Diet Senior [Citizen, I call it], and Science Diet Sensitive Stomach.
Where in the hell is the "Science Diet I'm the Queen of this Household, Bee-otch, and You'll Spend $48 on My Delicacies and Then Go Fix Yourself 17-cent Ramen"?
Awww, look at her. I talked it over with the pet people, and we decided to mix the AARP and the sensitive tummy cat food, and so the total was only $23. She's worth it, the little snookums.
Oh. Gotta run, my noodles are boiling.