My cat Bitey is known for being picky. He generally snubs whatever wet cat food I put out for his supper, even though I offer him a variety of awesome grain free gushy foods that any cat should be delighted with. Said snubbing consists of a drive-by sniff, followed by feline stink-eye in my general direction, and some kind of meow of disapproval.
On any given day, I try to interpret the meow as his opinion of what today's entree looks like to him.
Today's meow translated as, essentially, "wino scabs."
Fifteen to thirty minutes after the snubbing, he generally noms it all up when he thinks I'm not looking, then licks the plate clean. Consequently, I don't take his initial reaction too seriously.
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