Juliette is a Princess.
To further that affirmation, she refused to eat the "special" food Bill gave her this morning. The "special" food is canned food. It's usually a special treat that we give our children of fur on a special occasion. A holiday, or you know, when we're trying to give them medication.
Juliette is on medication for an upper respiratory infection. It has definitely been helping.
We mix the medicine into the canned food because otherwise, short of forcing it down her throat, it's the only way she'll take it.
But the little snot (pardon the pun) turned up her nose at the can of beef. Apparently she doesn't eat red meat. She loves the seafood and chicken (we have yet to learn if she likes the turkey, but past experience with our turkey dinners will point to yes), but would not eat the beef.
So Bill opened a second can, the salmon, for her. He gave what he had put out for her to Atticus. Atticus, being the killer that he is, scarfed it down.
Tonight, I mixed the beef with the seafood.
She ate around it.
I'm not even joking.
She licked up every bit of salmon, but when she came across the beef, she ate around it. I have no idea how, because I stirred it all together. But what was left in the bowl was all beef.
I guess we'll stick with the seafood and chicken for now.
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