For the longest time, she could not find the GOOD Fancy Feast (I recoil in horror from those chunks of who-knows-what in "gravy"). Because I am such a picky eater, she practically cried the other day when she stumbled upon the "Classic" flavors. She only bought a couple, though, because she wanted to make *sure* they were right (you have no IDEA how many cans of The Wrong Food have been disposed of untouched, heh heh).
So, I am sending her to the market today to snap up more of this treasure before it is gone.
I just love how easy it is to make her do my bidding without lifting a paw. MOL!