Momma Told Me: Come to the dark side.
My children have fur- okay, the dog technically has hair, but you get the point. Truffles, the cat, is my baby. Despite being the oldest, she is a Mama's girl who follows me around the house, especially behind closed doors (can you say awkward in the bathroom?) Because I spend the majority of my days home, it's her companionship that keeps me sane, or not so much, during the day. She'll lay just over my shoulder on the couch and twitch her tiny paws along to whatever cinema is playing in her dreams. I often wonder what, exactly, goes on in those dreams, she spends so much of her day weaving- I asked her once, but all I got was a run of 'Mah-ahs' and chitters. Whatever adventures she's off having all day, I'm sure to fuel her with quality
cat food that I feel shows my love.
We don't always serve wet food, but when we do, it's Sheba cat food. Outside of the fact that Ms. Truffles has the nickname 'Queen of Sheba,' this picky eater quickly approved of the single serve 3oz cans the first time I brought them home from Walmart and stacked them on our lazy susan. Within minutes the Queen was nuzzling the golden cans, demanding meal time. While she may be the 'queen' of the house, I still rule over the cans, which can turn Truffles to the dark-side quickly. Have you ever imagined an alternate life for your pet?
When Truffles isn't playing the queen, she's known for being anti-social to anyone but me. And, when she wants to play, it's time to play- dropping Beanie Babies on my keyboard and even flipping stuffed 'mice' on my plate while I eat. If she goes too long without her Sheba cat food, she quickly turns into Darth Truffles- a force so dark, so furry, the mere sight of it's swishing tail strikes terror into the very citizens of Wood residence.
Darth Truffles knows when it's time for Sheba; whether it's the dense texture of their premium pates, indulgent Gravy Desires or Premium Cuts in Gravy, her intergalactic nose can always hunt it's prey. With 'feeding time' falling at 10:30 AM and PM every day, ankles will be swat, and the force will be against anyone who dares to rise from their seat without feeding Darth Truffles. The council has tried to reason with her on many occasions; for Darth Truffles did not always align with the Dark Side. Only recently did Sheba redesign their premium grain and corn free food with a new Black label. But Darth Truffles was un-trusting, what were these new black cans, and where had her Sheba gone?
A darkness enveloped the couch; all trade shut down in the hallway, and citizens were forced to close doors when they went to the bathroom, for fear of an 'attack.' Ankles wore extra armor, and even the avian citizens of Earth dared not pass by Darth Truffles' window. The Force was out of balance, too much darkness there was. But two tiny mice, from the high council, approached the dark kitty with the promise of flavor, texture, and nutrition. With 11 flavors, across 3 texture varieties, newly re-designed Sheba cat food was still the same, responsibly sourced, cat food Darth Truffles had already grown to love. But could her tongue, and her heart come to love Sheba all over again?
The mice spent hours in council with Truffles, who seemed to recall a lighter day; a day where everyone had fought on the same side, everyone had fought for flavor. Her whiskers began to twitch, her tail swept back and forth playfully; but she could not relinquish the dark side entirely, it was a part of her. Black, and white, good and evil, raged inside the tiny tuxedo cat. Should she trust the wrinkled olive who spoke backwards, and what was the brown guy's angle? All he seemed to do was speak nonsense, perhaps he was asking for a good barber? Then the green one spoke wisdom of interest: "Download a
valuable coupon when you visit the Sheba website, you will." Coupons! Finally something Momma could understand. A Buy 6, Get One Free printable coupon for premium black label Sheba cat food; Mom would have to give in!
At last, the Empire was in balance again, for Momma went out and bought Truffles her favorite Mixed Grill Cuts in Gravy, and even a few new favorites! Darth Truffles feasted alongside her new friends, pink tongue darting side to side, licking her serving bowl clean. Each 3oz can was the perfect serving size for this 5lb cat, who indulged in the rich, hearty, chunks of real protein in flavorful gravy. And, with 11 flavors to choose from, Darth Truffles was sure to never get bored. Suddenly, the green one was looking less like an olive, and more like a mouse. Not that that was any better, but it's much harder to rationalize eating a mouse in a coat than an olive. But I digress, the Empire was at peace once more, and Darth Truffles soon set down her helmet and saber to preside over planet Sheba again.
Even as an adult, 4 year old, cat, Truffles is full of personality, and constantly active. She fosters her hunting instinct 'hugging' the fishbowl, and demands a minimum of several rounds of fetch with her favorite Beanie Babies before her humans go to bed. If you talk to her, she always talks back, so much that we set her up with her own Facebook page (with Momma's supervision, of course)- and her favorite thing to eat is a bowl full of hearty chunks of meat. With broth and protein making the first ingredients in all of Sheba's premium black label cans, both Mom and kitty can trust Sheba for high quality food that provides Truffles with the necessary fuel to tackle whatever epic adventures the day will bring. Even more important to mom, Sheba uses 5 varieties of responsibly sourced whitefish, that helps keep the galaxy in balance, one can at a time!
What Daughter Says: Truffles trusts the new dark side of Premium Sheba Cat food with black label cans. After all, it's hard to resist the Darkside when they have salmon.
