The POUCH

No bowl. No fork. No dishes.

Just you, your cat, and the pouch.

Hold it out. Let them come to you. Somewhere between the third lick and the purring you didn't ask for, something happens. Call it bonding. Call it the best two minutes of your day. One hand on the pouch, one hand on the cat. No table required.

Rickeybon doesn't care what you call it. He just knows it works.

The Plate

Squeeze a clean dollop onto a plate. Step back.

Let the cat decide when, how fast, and whether you deserve to watch. This is fine dining on their terms — and if you know cats, you already know that's the only terms that exist.