I haven't had a good whinge in ages, so I'm going to moan about my cat. Why do their tastes in food change so dramatically? One day, he'll eat Felix Poultry like it was the last meal on Earth and the next day he'll stare at it like you've just served up a dish of crap! Then, he'll muck about, trying to kill various family members, lick bleach bottles, eat twigs, etc. until you serve him something that he does like!
Bloody cats! Why are we their slaves?
(I love him, really!)