Seriously, didn't you know? Those crunchy biscotti things that make you people grimace when you bite them: they are cat kibble. Why didn't you know this?
Don't be dunking those in coffee making them all squishy like stinky goodness! GIVE THEM TO THE CAT! He will eat them.
Okay, Oom likes them too. And she doesn't so much grimace when she chomps on them, but she will make them mushy in hot liquids and that's just sacrilege.
We don't usually get to eat biscotti, perhaps this is why my people seem so clueless about how to eat them and WHO should be eating them, but Santa Bobbi came to deliver them a couple days ago. (I don't think she has reindeer...German horses instead.) Probably she knew Cat-Solstice was coming and she needed to appease the universal cat vibe, so she brought me these treats. Santa Bobbi would know right? that they are cat kibble? Right?
But then Oom and Boo started eating my treats! I protested, Oom proffered one, and the reason this photo is so blurry is that I am moving in on this thing like a leopard on a gazelle.
I am sharing them because it is the season of sharing. But seriously, they need leave the tin cracked more often.
