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My kids were served cat food for Christmas because my sister called it a prank, while my niece sat nearby eating steak. Everyone laughed, until my 6-year-old son quietly asked whether he had done something wrong. I said nothing, pulled out my phone, canceled the three payments keeping their utilities running, and said, “Check whose name is on this house.” By 6 a.m., the locks had suddenly changed again and…

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Six months later, at Uncle Ray’s summer reunion, Tessa and I brought a savory pie made from tuna, chicken pâté, mashed potato, cream cheese, and herbs. It was entirely human food, but shaped to look suspiciously like canned cat food. Melissa ate an entire slice before I showed her the recipe.

When I said the filling was shaped to resemble premium cat continue reading …

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