There were no candles, no cakes, no “Happy Birthday” signs, just food to make the day special for the cats and for myself.
This year, I decided to cook instead of buying cakes, which I’ve done for the past twelve years. I wanted to stick to a budget. Pet cakes are getting more expensive and smaller every year. They’re starting to feel like the vegan cakes from Delcie’s, tiny, pricey, and honestly a little heartbreaking.
So what did I cook for the cats? Tuna, mackerel, salmon, chicken, and prawn. Yes, it’s sinful for a vegan but a real feast for the cats. That’s what they eat.
There’s this little paw that says, “I can’t wait.” That’s Xiao Ted, trying to pull the bowl down. He’s an all-time good boy.
That mischievous face belongs to Mongal.
Soon, everyone had their faces buried in the plates. I couldn’t even see their eyes. They finally stopped after the second serving, and I was glad there was only a little food left. That told me they’d had more than enough. And what comes after a good meal? Food coma.
The community cats aren’t used to home-cooked food, so they had their usual meal instead.
It was a simple Christmas Eve and a normal Christmas Day for me. Maybe next year, the cats will have both a cake and cooked food. I think that would be nice.
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