Ever since our cat, Pig, was diagnosed with diabetes over a year and a half ago, she's been on a prescription dry cat food that runs $38 a bag. Expensive, yes, but we elected not to put her on insulin, so we thought it was the least we could do. She seems to be doing fine with just the special diet, anyway.
We've known that we were almost out of dry food for her for ages, and our vet is open on Saturday, but nonetheless, neither Greg nor I went to the vet to get more food for her.
So tonight we went to the grocery store and bought canned cat food to get her through until tomorrow. We bought a rotisserie chicken for ourselves, so we got a chicken blend for her.
To say that we have a happy cat right now is a huge understatement. She ate and ate and licked the plate and ate some more. Her little stomach must be filled to bursting. And tonight, if she doesn't throw up from the richness of the change in diet, she's going to sleep the sleep of the blessed.
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