It was one of those moments I would have liked to have seen played out on the likes of a Samsung HDTV to capture the full import.

Midnight turned her nose up at wet food.

Yes, I finally brought something so “economical” in the house none of the cats, including the usually cooperative “feral” patio cats would touch it.

But it gets worse.

The possum wouldn’t eat it either.

Possums are scavengers. They eat dead stuff. And this one sniffed the Fr*ski*s in the bowl and waddled away.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would say that the voters with fur have spoken. For her part, Midnight even tried to use the top of the patio table to bury the offending glop. When offered to my aristocratic little indoor beasts, Mike and Andy looked at the food, looked at me, turned on their little heels and marched away.

It would seem that 9-L*ves is about as far as they are willing to sink. You know, like eating bologna and pork rinds once a week just for the hell of it? But they have drawn a line in the litter at Fr*ski*s. And, since Mike’s previous bladder blockage problems mandate wet food, I have no choice but to obey. The favored F*ncy F*ast will continue to be purchased.

But honestly. When a possum won’t eat the cat food?

That’s like getting a review with negative stars.