Aren't cats just swell pets?

We have a cat named Ringo. We 'rehomed' him when he was 8 years old, about one and a half years ago. He has never had the greatest personality, but the Girl adores him and he loves her. It's the rest of us he's not all that thrilled with. When the Girl was at camp, he switched his allegience to me, and that was fine. He started snuggling with me, and even sleeping with me. It was pleasant and we both enjoyed it, although I knew I was just an alternative to being alone. He's fickle that way. Then the Girl came home from camp and he transferred his allegience right back to her.


Then life as we know it changed. Some fool, some evil demonic fool recommended a kitty treat called Temptations, made by Whiskas. They are. simply, kitty crack. I've never seen anything like it. Our normal cat has turned into a Temptations junkie. He jones for these damn treats 24/7. You cannot hide them, because he will find them. No matter where you put them, he will get them and attack the package and start pushing off anything on a table or shelf until you give him a treat. But what is worse is that he won't just take 'no' for an answer when you think he's had enough. My stomach looks like a bloody roadmap of deep scratches from him jumping up on me and trying to get more. He grabs with both paws. He is desperate for the crack. I've turned my kitty into a Temptation addict.

There are no methadone clinics for Temptations junkies.

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