You Can't Please Everybody

So it’s the evening after our annual C3 Conference, and my brain is still a little crispy, but I realized I have not updated my blog since before Valentines Day and as a result, some of you have been leading humorless and boring doldrums of lives, awaiting the dry sarcastic entertainment that is the Crys McDonald Show. Thus, I am inspired to share the following story.
My cat, Duncan, is spoiled with a capital S. He has more toys than any animal I know, and would never dream of doing something charitable like box up the ones he never plays with and donate them do the less fortunate starving cats living in Africa. But he is spoiled because I love him, and I want only the best for the fuzzy little hairball (who occasionally tries to suffocate me in my sleep by curling up on my face). So, this week I decided to purchase some of that wet cat food in a can for him. I have never fed him this kind of cat food before because I always see the commercials of the pure white fuzzy himalayan eating it out of a wine glass on a red velvet pillow, and even I refuse to go to such lengths of spoilage. But, I recently read an article about how wet cat food is actually healthier than dry kibbles (I even looked for the organic brand, but no luck), so I bought three cans of varying flavors to bring home to his royal highness.
Tonight, it was no surprise that his majesty was at my feet within microseconds of the sound of a can opener. I put down this new tasty treat next to his dry kibbles, and Duncan immediately starting chowing down. Surprised he didn’t turn up his finicky nose at the cuisine, I left him to his dinner. A few minutes later, I came back to see if he ate his scrumptious snack.

Turns out he licked off all the juice and left the food.
This is my cat, ladies and gentlemen.