I regret to inform those who can read that Ive just experienced deep suffering due to this food. I’d been slowly introducing it to my cats and all seemed okay, until this morning after I’d completely switched out their old bikkies last night. I was having a strange dream and all of a sudden I was woken up (hours earlier than usual) by a smell that cannot be described accurately in any known language.
My cats litter trays are downstairs with a large air purifier next to them, and yet somehow a cloud of rotting filth had drifted upstairs into the bedroom. It was so revolting that it literally gassed me awake. It smelled threatening, and honestly… evil. I started gagging before I even knew I was conscious.
I was terrified thinking that something horrible had happened. “Did one of the cats sh*t themselves to death in the night?! Do I go back to sleep, hope this was a bad nightmare, and pray it’s magically gone when I wake up again? God, why did this have to happen when my bf is away on a work trip and I’m home alone!”
Then I heard a cough/sneeze in the room and found the innocent one hiding under the bed, so I knew he was alive. I then looked down and saw the sweet, angelic face of the culprit sitting beside the bed looking up at me. I instantly knew it was her. I was relieved both cats had made it, but also SICK from the smell and terror of knowing I was about to face something atrocious.
I’m literally dead serious when I say the smell WOKE ME UP and I had to put Vicks under my nose like a mortician and wrap a towel around my head to be able to face the stairs. At that point I considered just ending it all so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. If I “trip” down the stairs it would all be over, and the task would be left to whoever found my body. But then I realised my neighbours would never do a welfare check because the cat dookie would overpower the scent of a dead body, and it could turn into a mass casualty event when the days worth of toxic gasses were finally unleashed. I couldn’t risk another pandemic.
I cannot describe what happened once I made it downstairs because I think I’ll need at least 5 sessions of government funded EMDR therapy to process it. It was all a blur. I either have PTSD, or the fumes gave me brain damage.
I don’t know what the hell is in this food, but do not let these cursed bikkies into your home. Take the bag far, far away. Burn it. Then throw the ashes into moving water to cleanse yourself. I’m not religious, but this event has altered my worldview.
Of course I will now be taking my cat to the vet to check for any allergies. But it truly seems like something otherworldly was involved, and I’m afraid it will haunt us all.
Heed my warning, lest thou want the stain of 1000 rotting eggs to plague your household. In the name of the father, the son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen
