Fancy Feast takes the cake for making shitty food pretentious. I can't compete. They served it in a pristine white bowl, they added sprigs of herbs on top, they plated it in a flower pattern, they called them "appetizers" and "entrees". I only served a chili dog to a Maltese. But that's all I did. I didn't have a quasi-sexual relationship with the animal. Listen to the lyrics, Fancy Feast took it to a new level. This woman starts by wining and dining the cat, setting the mood for the evening ahead. Seems innocent enough, but listen more closely to the lyrics. It appears that this flirtatious appetizer and entree are not as innocent as it appears:
"I must confess, when I wear this dress,
I feel like dancing, the whole night with you.
You are the one, I could see having fun with,
Not just for the night, but for the rest of my life."
I feel like dancing, the whole night with you.
You are the one, I could see having fun with,
Not just for the night, but for the rest of my life."
This commercial begs the question, "Hey lady, are you having sex with this poor cat?". No there are much bigger plans afoot. If this goes as planned they'll be spending the rest of their lives together.
