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The years have flown by, and today I celebrate my 6th birthday. I've lost my adolescent jiggly bits and know it's time to get my life in shape. Step One? Blog. My opinions are invaluable. Step Two? Let the human also blog. We're getting shit done. Our first cyber-literature adventure takes place right here at home (as do most of my adventures) as I and my siblings will attempt to make the switch from processed foods to fresh, homemade meals. Now, this is going to be tricky because despite spending a good portion of my life with large "love handles" I am actually a bit finicky. I enjoy a good bowl of crunchy food. In particular I have formed attachments to Science Diet and more recently Nature's Variety. A lick or two of tuna juice is fun from time to time, but I'm not sure if daily fish or meat is really my thing. I am in the process of finding out! The Great Experiment started by accident, like all Great things. When it came time to replenish our monthly bag of food, it was, alas, unavailable. Ever resourceful, our Mama (that's Mandy to the rest of you) thawed a chicken, fried it up and served us the shredded meat. This is an astonishing turn of events because, you see, Mama doesn't actually eat meat herself. The chicken came from friends who were leaving on holidays and needed to clean out their freezer. The idea was that Daddy would eat the chicken, but, well, he's not much of a cook. Anyway, 3 out of 4 of us were over the moon about nomming down on a plate full of chicken. In fact my step-brother Aladdin ate so much so quickly that he foamed at the mouth trying to keep it all in. But he was homeless and starving for a long time, so we forgive him for these weird things he does. Foster kitten Baby went almost as crazy as her Uncle Al, while my sister Minnie Mew dug in and helped herself to more than the usual serving. The chicken was a hit. As for me, I ate it too but not with much gusto. I'm just not that into chicken. The thing is, seeing (almost) the entire family so keen on meat made Mama think: should she be giving us "real" food all the time? The internet suggested both yes and no, as it often does. So further research was required. Anyway, I'll let Mandy tell you about that. Immediately following the First Day of Chicken, came the Second Day of Chicken, Plus Egg. This came pureed and neither Mew nor I cared much for it, but we grudgingly ate it anyway. Next day was the First Day of Tuna, and really nobody could fault that, not even me. The Second Day of Tuna was a little tedious, however, and I stated outright that if we were going to do this "meat" thing then we were going to need a few more options. Aladdin and Baby don't seem to care, just for the record, but honestly I've seen that guy eat spaghetti with marinara sauce. He knows nothing. Thus begins the Great Experiment.
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