When Angel and Chuck were kittens, The Hubby and I fed them kitten kibble. At that time (almost 14 years ago!), the kibble came in really nifty, reusable canisters. As time progressed, I simply kept refilling them. When Angel and Chuck were switched to wet food only, these containers came under the purview of The 'O' Cats, and sat on top of the refrigerator where no inside cat could jump up and attempt a kibble snatch.
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As the years went on, the bags of kibble dwindled in size, and these days, one bag of kibble for The 'O' Cats only fills two of the old containers. So The Hubby threw out two of the four today, in the recycle bin for the trash guys to take away. Who knew I'd be so sentimental about old plastic canisters? Guess it's a last link to the sweet, baby kittens that we adopted, who are now considered seniors at 12-1/2 years. So, a fond farewell to those old things; you did your job excellently! Hope you are recycled into something that is as useful as you once were. Bon Voyage!
