Feline Overlord and I are six months into our regimen of regular Mackerel eating and its going great! Really, just great. She is doing so fantastic with her supplements of this amazingly stinky fish that I might not survive.
Club Mackerel: Cat Super-Charger!
Several months ago I wrote up a post about how I’d started feeding Feline Overlord club mackerel to help with her hairballs. It worked so well that her appetite was up, she was stronger, she was more active, and one piece of perfectly innocent furniture was suffering for it and needed some yarn-y protection (a seat cover). Several readers responded with promises to give the mackerel a try on their own hairball-puking fur faces.
So I thought I’d let you know that we are still on the mackerel (every third day) and I’m still seeing lots of improvement. Her Overlord-ness has put on weight. That’s not surprising since she actually eats her cat food these days. And begs for more! Oh yes, she seems to think in addition to breakfast and dinner, she should get food at 11 am, 3:30 pm, and 9 pm. And also at 2 am. And anytime I walk through the front door.
Its not just cat food that has her interest either. These days she wants to give whatever I’m eating a try. That’s a new thing for us, her trying to get into my food and me saying NO! while holding her at bay with my feet.
Isn’t that great?
Yes, her culinary tastes are expanding. She also wants to eat the bird food. And the tree that grows its branches up onto our porch.
(Please don’t tell me that she just needs cat grass because she HAS cat grass. Her being supplied with organic, gourmet, expensive cat grass has nothing to do with eating that tree. Or my potted snap dragon.)
Along with her appetite, her attitude is much improved as well. When I yell: “No!” and “Don’t eat the tree!” and “I don’t love you anymore you wretched cat!” she let’s it slide right off. She holds me no ill will. The Wretched One just goes squinty-eyed, rolls over, and offers me a nice game of rip-the-skin-off-the-human’s-hand.
Isn’t that great?
The attacks on handspun yarn come fast and hard these days. She shows it no mercy. All of my efforts to photograph any of my stuff, even just a cutesy picture of a cowgirl boot stuffed with handspun, have to be strategically planned. That strategic planning involves giving her a skein to play with while I take the pictures. I know it seems like a strategic plan of utter capitulation but its either that or stuffing her into a crate while she howls.
Isn’t that great?
Speaking of howling. Her Wicked Majesty has become nocturnal. Everyone tells me that’s perfectly natural and a sign of her increasing health. I keep that firmly in mind when she starts howling in the middle of the night for food, for Boy Cat to come and play, or for a fresh roll of toilet paper to shred. I keep firmly in my mind the knowledge that
- there is no where in my home I can lock her up that I can’t hear her howl from, and
- only prescription knock-out drugs can make her stop, and
- if I sit up and scream or start throwing pillows at her then she KNOWS I’M AWAKE and it just gets worse.
I think I’ve gotten three full night’s sleep in the last four weeks. Isn’t that great?
Seriously, if you’re feeding mackerel to your cat maybe you should stop. If you haven’t tried it, maybe you should keep it that way. Maybe cats have touchy stomachs and hairballs to keep them from enslaving the human race.
Have I stopped feeding my little baby the stinky-fish-cat-super-charger? Of course not! What a ridiculous question.