All of that changed when rabbit was introduced into her diet.
As we all know grocery shopping during the pandemic is stressful and annoying at best. Most stores don't have the most common staples, including cat food. Apparently all the crazy cat ladies went on an early buying frenzy for their Fancy Feast, similar to what we saw happen with Charmin and Cottonelle toilet paper. You just can't get the good shit. You're either relegated to the cheap stuff or the overly priced stuff. This was the dilemma Sushi's human Mom and Dad ("the dealers") faced. They decided to go with the expensive, exotic wet food. Rabbit.
MSMF and I didn't realize there was a problem until we saw Sushi a few weeks after her initial rabbit feeding. The dealers complained that she wouldn't eat anything else and therefore they were being forced to feed Sushi more rabbit. Typically Sushi is vocal and cuddly but that sweet disposition was long gone. The life had left her eyes. What we saw before us was a zombie, a vacant and empty shell of what Sushi once was. While we visited with her dealers, Sushi wouldn't leave her bowl and stared vacantly into nowhere. This last for hours. On the drive home MSMF and I shared our shocked reactions to seeing Sushi and agreed she had turned into a junky. Rabbit was Sushi's crack and she had developed a bad habit.
Though Sushi put on what we lovingly refer to as the COVID-1.5 pounds, lord knows she needed a little meat on her bones, it came with a high price. The dealers and MSMF decided an intervention was in order after a recent cat treat incident. Since Sushi's supply of rabbit was decreased, she decided to take matters into her own kitty paws by breaking into and destroying a bag of cat treats. She has NEVER done this before but when the ingredient list was inspected what do you think the dealers found? Rabbit crack. She needed a fix and she was going to get it by any means necessary.
The latest update is that Sushi's addiction is stronger than ever. She has even taken to biting her dealers. Sadly, MSMF and I share a similarly addictive personality to Sushi. Not in the form of rabbit but in Peet's coffee. Medium mochas are the fix of choice. We only let ourselves go to Peet's for a mocha once a week, on Sundays. I'd like to think we have our taste for junk under control but truthfully I spend most of the week thinking about Sunday. I don't even like Sundays! Nobody fucking likes Sunday, do they? But alas, the need for rabbit is strong.
In honor of Sushi and of our own proclivity, MSMF and I now wake up on Sunday mornings with a smile on our faces and ask one another "Are you ready to go get some rabbit?!"
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