Murray eats a lot of food. He prefers Merrick because it’s wet and gooey and comes in flavors with names like California Roll, Grammys’ Pot Pie and Thanksgiving Day Dinner. He eats really fast. He eats so fast, when he’s finished eating his face is usually covered in wet cat food.
Murray eats dry food as well. We used to feed all of our cats Iams. But when I found out that they torture animals I stopped supporting them immediately. Since we have two other cats that are nearing obesity, we now feed them Wellness Lite, which means Murray eats Wellness Lite as well.
Murray is small. We’re pretty sure he’s going to be tiny all his life. The morsels that make up Wellness Lite are about the size of a hard pea. Normal sized cats have no problem; they just take it in, chew it up (or gulp it down) and swallow. But Murray’s mouth is too small. He takes a piece or two into his mouth at a time and tries to chew it. And I’ll be honestly with you; I really don’t see how any of it is actually going down his throat and into his tummy. It’s just like watching Cookie Monster eat cookies. Cookie Monster doesn’t actually have an esophagus or any insides for that matter. He’s a Muppet. His mouth is actually sewn shut and so the cookies he so ravenously consumes fall around his face and onto the floor like a great big crumb waterfall. That’s the way it looks when Murray tries to eat the hard stuff. And that’s why our bowls always look like this:
When we first got Murray I used to actually smash up the dry food for him but he always went for the other bowl, the bowl with the larger morsels because, while he has a small mouth and tiny teeth, he’s still a cat with entirely too much dignity. Plus, Tobyjoe threatened to have me committed. So I stopped.
Living with Murray has made me realize more and more that I may have jumped into this motherhood thing a little too soon. Because I’m not sure I have the stomach, head, or heart for it.