Well Henry, tell that to my parents late kitty, Dusty.
He was abandoned as a kitten in an apartment where the tenants moved out and left him behind. Not having anything to feed the kitten, he got what she had handy: defrosted/warmed frozen meatballs.
She promptly went and bought cat food the next day. Nope, not having it. Not canned, not dried, no form whatsoever.
His diet for the rest of his amazingly healthy long life (17 years) was (and in this order on the tray):
1 little bowl of iceburg lettuce, torn into pieces. If the pieces were too big or got brown, he would find one of my parents. Howl at them, walk to the dish and proceed to paw/bury it with a look of disgust.
1 little bowl of puree’d salmon. People salmon of course, whizzed through the food processor. If it got too warm from sitting out, see above “burying” & howling behavior.
1 little bowl of Great Grains cereal. It too had to be fresh and crunchy. Should it go stale, yup… it’d be buried too.
1 little bowl of water.
If the bowls were not put in a clockwise position in the above order, he refused to eat. He’d sit next to it, look at the tray, look at them, howl & look at the tray in utter disgust that his staff had the NERVE to put them in the wrong order.
Perfect weight, perfectly uber soft coat, extremely athletic cat. Quite the character :winkgrin: