Sorry 'bout that. I had to check on my e-mail before writin' this post. Had to see if they had replied. Nothin'. Nothin' but a reply sayin' they would reply. MOUSES!
Anywho... Some of you may have heard about my dilemma. It's a pretty big one. And I'm sure you've all heard my tummy rumbling. It's rumblin' on account of my dilemma. It's rumblin' pretty loudly, for sure. MOUSES!
My little dilemma isn't little. Not little at all. Oh yeah, it has been happenin' for a while. It's kind of an on-goin' dilemma but in the last few weeks, it has risen to catastrophic proportions. If somethin' doesn't change soon, I'm gonna starve. I'm already weak with hunger. The situation isn't good. It's as dire as dire can be.
As you probably know, all ten of us cats like a certain kind of soft cat food. In fact, this particular food is the ONLY soft food we will all eat on a consistent basis. The only one. The one and only. And even though we do prefer it augmented with a little of the fanciest of the feasts, when it comes right down to it, the turkey stuff is our favourite. Nothin' else compares.
We like our soft turkey food so much that some of us - myself included - would rather starve than eat somethin' else except, perhaps, for the super fancy stuff and even that is debatable.
The peeps have always had issues gettin' our favourite soft turkey food. A lot of cats must like it 'cause it's always the variety that runs out first. But even though the peeps have had issues, those issues have never been so serious as they are now and the consequences have never been so dire. I'm worried I'm gonna wither away into nothingness. In fact, if it were not for our havin' a regular supply of good, healthy, dry food upon which to nibble, I would have withered away into nothingness, for sure.
I recently blogged about Peep #1 hittin' the jackpot at the outdoor livin' / hardware / automotive parts store. Remember that? She found a good ol' supply of our turkey food there and brought home a whole whack of it. Well things have changed, my friends. Things have changed...
Ol' Peepers returned to the outdoor livin' / hardware / automotive parts store to get in another supply of our food but when she went down the aisle where it was supposed to be she found... NOTHIN'. There was lots of other stuff there but absolutely nothin' of what we wanted. It was a very problematic situation for the peep.
So Peep #1 sought out a store employee and asked when they'd be gettin' more. Of course, he didn't know but he was willin' to check on it. He headed off to his computer screen and after a bit of searching, it was determined that there were two cases on standin' order. He didn't know when they would arrive, though.
My peep was concerned that those two cases would be gone before she could get there so she asked if she could special order some and found out that she could. So the order was placed. Four cases were ordered just for us. EXCELLENT.
That all happened two or three weeks ago. Since then, every single time I have sent the peep out to get more soft turkey food, she has come home empty-pawed. She has been unable to find our favourite food, anywhere. Not at either of the grocery stores or the department store thingy that sells groceries as well or even what I thought was gonna be my new favourite store of all, the one sellin' outdoor livin', hardware and automotive parts stuff. All their shelves are empty. MOUSES!
This is not good. Not good at all. The peeps have been tryin' to pawn off all sorts of non-favourtie stuff on us and we're not happy cats. We're practically STARVIN' to death!
None of us are eatin' well. We're all just nibblin', here and there, tryin' to keep bodies and souls, together. We're longin' for our favourite food.
So yesterday, the peep called the outdoor livin' / hardware / automotive parts store once more and asked about the turkey food she had ordered. They told her it was on order. Well, yeah... SHE KNEW THAT. When was the order gonna arrive? That was what she was needin' to know. Apparently, so were they 'cause they didn't. MOUSES!
Then Ol' Peepers got on the phone to the grocery store and asked to speak with the grocery manager. He told her there was nothin' on the shelf but there would be some on the truck that would arrive overnight. Peep #1 said, "Are you sure?" Yup, that's just what she said. Said it in a kind of snarky, sarcastic voice, too. The voice she uses when she's past the annoyance stage 'cause we cats staged the reenactment of some historical battle in the family room overnight and she's in serious need of some nip although she never has learned to understand the healin' properties of a good nip mouse. I offered her one of mine, once, but she just wasn't interested.
But back to the grocery store. Peep #1 said, "Are you sure?" followed by, "because you haven't had any on the shelf for several weeks." Apparently, accordin' to the man at the grocery store, their computer keeps orderin' it - every night - but it never seems to arrive. MOUSES!
That's when I took over. I immediately fired off an e-mail to the peeps who make our favourite turkey food. Only reply I have received is the one tellin' me they will reply. Again I say, MOUSES!
But after I sent the e-mail, I asked Peep #1 to call them up on the telephone. I figured it would be best if she called. Peeps workin' there might not understand my meowin'.
The lady on the telephone said they were thinkin' our favourite food would be available by the end of the month. The end of the month? That's two whole weeks away! A cat could STARVE in two whole weeks. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Then the nice lady on the phone said she would send some coupons. Coupons. Hmmm...
It was extremely nice of the lady on the telephone to send those coupons but what I wanna know is this... CAN YOU EAT COUPONS? I'm asking 'cause let me tell you, I'M STARVIN' OVER HERE! MOUSES!