As much as I would like to blame the Human for yet another failing, I cannot in good conscience (and, yes, I do too have one!) allow anykitty to think that she starves me. I am just a naturally light eater, uninterested in treats, even the ones the Kitties Who Came Before found irresistible. Sad, is it not?
The only treat to which I can be counted on to succumb is The Baby Meats. Yep, show me a Gerber label and I am putty in your hands. The Human likes to save that for really special occasions so that I do not become immune to its allure.
Because it was 78 freaking degrees here at 7:15 this evening, I was draped artfully on the Human's bed, where you can once again (a) bemoan my puny state, or (b) admire the lean mean machine that is Spitty. Take your pick!