Tuna is to Chachi as cheesecake is to his mommy! Chachi, the cat, loves tuna!
“While you’re up, human…..
bring me a can of tuna, would you?” Unknown
Yup, that’s my Chachi right there! He wants tuna seven days a week and if I try to disguise something else like chicken in his bowl, he cries, “Mutiny on the Bounty!” and goes on a hunger strike. The vet says, “Let him. He’ll eat his food when hunger strikes,” but the vet doesn’t know Chachi like I know my Chachi! I tried it for two days and each time he would walk to his bowl, look at it, smell it, snort, and look back at me. If that doesn’t work, he slams one paw in the bowl, moves it around noisily until he gets my attention. The little macho knows what he’s about and it’s not about being a cat either! He’s the boss and what he dictates goes.
“My idea of heaven consists of all of the things I’d go to hell for.” Unknown
My other cat hated tuna with a passion and couldn’t stand the smell of tuna. However, Chachi is a whole different breed. It’s tuna or he’d die trying.
You guessed it. I’m back to giving him tuna and the little four-legged furball has a grin on his face each time he goes to his bowl. Yes, he won the battle and you can say he’s plump full of tuna now!
ME: “Chachi, we’re out of tuna baby.”
HIM: “WHAT do you mean we’re out of tuna?!!”
ME: “It’s really not good for you.”
HIM: “I DISAGREE!”
End of discussion. Now, you know who wears the pants in this household! He has his tuna and I have my cheesecake. A win-win situation all around and peace reigns supreme again!
Have an amazing day.
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