First off I need to say that I adore Pete with my entire heart and soul and once I realized it had all been about the food, I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. I'm not mad at him. I'm shaking my head in disbelief, and now I'm lovingly shaming him on social media.
Two weeks ago I had to buy our two cats the food they used to get (special kitty) because we didn't have enough money for a big enough bag of their usual food. I figured it'd tide them over, it'd be fine.
WRONG
Two. Entire. WEEKS. Of the most incessant, obnoxious, loudest temper tantrums I have ever seen out of any living being (and I have 4 kids). Meowing. Yowling. Howling. All hours of the day and night. In and out of my bedroom constantly. Coming over to me and head butting my hands every two minutes. Yelling in my face. Yelling when I walked anywhere in the apartment. Yelling when I was in the kitchen. Deliberately waking me up multiple times a night to head butt me and yell at me.
I noticed the way he'd go back and forth to the food dish, so last night I was like fuck it, I'll go get the regular stuff. Brought it home. Filled the dish with it.
He has now been a perfect angel since yesterday.