Each morning my wife gets up early to go to yoga class. She is incredibly fit and beautiful. Each morning I wake to the tinkling of dry cat food going into the bowl for Nancy and Eunice. When I hear the front door close, i get up and tip the cat biscuits back into the cereal container. I go and get the girls some grass-fed beef, or just recently some outback harvested feral goat. They love the goat. I make mouse size patties and put them in the bowls.
Dear wife asked if I thought the cats were sick because they don’t get up to pester her for biscuits, but they don’t seem to be hungry, but they seem to be losing some weight. I say it’s body fat.
Cats are obligate carnivores. I share some sardines with them, lamb hearts and some bone broth. They are starting to look like healthier cats.
My wife doesn’t realise that she is the only low carb pescitarian left in the household.