OK, that title may be the PMS talking, but after seeing this commercial for the first time, I am seriously contemplating trying this,rather than midol, mixed drinks, and scream therapy to combat mood swings.
I saw this today and thought, what is this? Kitty Crack? The can opens and the cat jumps through some hallucinogenic portal to a land of dancing turkeys and chickens? I mean really, does no one else think this is like watching a kitty acid trip? I think they should change the background music to some Amy Whinehouse... ok, that was a little joke. tiny. teeny. itsy bitsy.
It did make me wonder though... at times, Micah has asked how my fatherless and well, weird upbringing affected me. Not too much I usually answer. I don't recall feeling especially oppressed. Now, now I remember eating (and getting scolded for) the Friskies as a small child and have to wonder... maybe I wasn't so tough and resilient... maybe I was just trippin' through the years on Kitty Food... ?