Some of you might remember Mo as we've featured him here before. Mommy has actually known Mo longer than she's known me - she figures she's been feeding him for around 10 years now!
We always referred to Mo as our "neighbor kitty" because he would only visit in the evening for his snack, like maybe his owners let him out after they got home from work. But over the past couple years we've come to the realization he probably never had a home, as he's spending the majority of his time seeking shelter in our backyard.
Here's the thing about Mo - in all the years Mommy has been feeding him, he's never once allowed her to touch him. He waits at the back step for his meals, then runs when she opens the door to put the food out. Mommy always thought he was just really timid, but it's become all too clear that he's likely feral.
A couple weeks ago Mo stopped eating. Nothing Mommy gave him met with his approval. He would just sniff it and walk away. She tried new flavors and textures to no avail. She started getting really stressed out thinking maybe he was sick, and how would she ever be able to get him to the vet?
In desperation, she picked up a few cans of Fancy Feast and even boiled a chicken breast for him.
Turns out Mister Mo must've just gotten sick of his usual Friskies. Mo loves Fancy Feast. Mo loves boiled (and rotisserie) chicken.
I don't even get Fancy Feast and boiled chicken***, yet a wayward soul who can't see how awesome Mommy is gets served such luxuries?!?!?!
So now Fancy Feast has been added to our weekly grocery list, and I have a feeling it will be eating into my squeezie budget.
*** Note from Mommy - Mudpie should have a Pinocchio nose with such lies! She has been offered FF in the past and stuck her nose up at it, just as she does all wet food. And every time we have meat for dinner, she's offered some. Only now that she sees Mo getting it has she decided it's worth checking out!
I love Mo to pieces, and it breaks my heart that he lives his life outside, even though it's where he feels the safest. If he ever chooses to, he'll always have a home with us. Until then, he has shelter in the backyard and a full tummy.
And Mudpie's squeezie budget is perfectly safe.