Review: Coles Smart Buy Cat Food
Usually, Mr Underfoot gets chicken necks and chopped-up late-dated meat, with the occasional tin of whiskas for his dinner.
But today, he agreed that it’s about time he began to do his bit to save money in our household, especially since Friday’s surgery.
We began by taste-testing some cheaper tinned cat food.
Although I did have a sniff, I am merely translating Mr Underfoot’s review of the product in question. Seriously.
The product:
Cole’s “smart buy” brand cat food is 79c a tin, as opposed to $1.38 for whiskas (at least those were the prices here last week).
Well worth trying for the potential savings, since we go through up to five cans a week.
We tried… erm, he tried the “fish cocktail” flavour.
The smell:
Jane: I usually heave if I get a lung-full of cat food, but when I accidentally did with this one, it wasn’t so bad.
Mr Underfoot: For once, a cat food that actually smells like fish. I was almost tripping Jane over!
The look:
Jane: Good sized pieces of fish, not too runny, the jelly was kind of firm & orange coloured.
Not sure why it was orange, maybe to look like fish roe?
Mr Underfoot: Who looks?
The taste:
Jane: No comment.
Mr Underfoot: *slurp* good *gobble* taste *gulp*
The result:
From the way Mr Underfoot gobbled down his meal, I would say we have success.
That’s another $2.95 we’ll be saving each week from now on.
Next week, I’ll be looking at tinned diced tomatoes, and comparing the store brands of Coles, Woollies & Aldi.
Mr Underfoot, blogging
You’ll be pleased to know that Mr Underfoot has recovered considerably from his surgery on Friday.
Here he is hard at work, reviewing the first product for our new weekly Grocery Review, to be posted each Thursday from the 12th Feb.
More info on Tuesday 10th…
Surgery for our boy, but not what you thought
Don’t panic! This time it’s Mr Underfoot who went onto the table.
You see it’s like this…
He’s been driving us crazy at night for a couple of weeks, meowing loudly at all hours.
Then a few nights ago he started peeing everywhere but in his litter tray.
The first time he did it on the dirty clothes near the back door, I thought, “I know I should have put those in the laundry”.
When he peed on the empty Aldi bags that I hadn’t put back in the boot of the car, I thought maybe he was telling me it’s time I tidied up.
But when I caught him peeing in my left shoe at 2am Friday morning, (the nice turquoise ones with beads and embroidery on them) I rubbed his face in it and pushed him out the back door.
The next morning, I regretted my treatment of him and decided it was time for a visit to the cat doctor.
Said cat doctor told me that the loud meowing and avoidance of the litter tray was the result of a painful blockage down there, caused by cystitis.
I felt this big.
(holding up fingers, very close together).
Surgery was needed, consisting of a catheter (yowch!) to flush poor Mr Underfoot’s waterworks & remove the blockage.
So of course yours truly agreed to have it done straight away.
Mr Underfoot was carted away under the vet’s arm like a sack of very reproachful potatoes.
Fortunately, it was a very slight blockage because I did something right and got him to the vet’s before it got serious.
We had a very wobbly-legged, furry boy home by 6.30pm and he was very glad indeed that he was back.
And so are we.
Mr Underfoot’s Lousy Day Out
Poor Mr Underfoot, he’s had his nether regions shaved, a tube stuck up his whatsit and now he has to take another car trip.
What a L.O.U.S.Y. day.
Quick, the inspector’s here!
Mr Underfoot decided to do a snap inspection of the vegie patch, to make sure we were doing things right.
He heartily approved of the trellis, which we put there so that he could scratch his back and not to grow the snow peas on.