Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

After noticing that my nineteen-year-old female tabby seemed to be resembling an ancient, frazzled, possibly ailing, orange bedroom slipper [no politics are intended by this review], I happened upon Fancy Feast's Broths. Once I opened the pouch and poured, I observed a formerly indifferent feline lunge to attention. As her face moved closer and closer to the plate, it didn't take long to realize she was rapidly losing her mind over this soupy something. The insane lapping and tongue-sponging of what was without question 'cat liquid gold,' nearly prompted me to open a pouch for myself, but I fought off this crazy impulse by heating up a quick batch of human-intended soup so as to enjoy, vicariously, her second pouch. , Now I live at the mercy of what can only be described as a four-legged brothaholic who wails for four or five envelopes a day of this magical potion. She should be renamed Pouncy de Leon for having discovered the brothy Fountain of Cat Youth. Her method of drinking it is to lap it mechanically, like a lapping machine, and then press out the solids with her tongue so as to get every last drop of liquidy goodness. Thanks to this amazing elixer my once-grizzled cat seems to behave like a teenager again. She runs laps throughout the house, yowling for a boyfriend and more broth. Her fur is now silky and healthy again, full of protein and electricity. Sometimes I'm afraid her heart cannot stand the ferocious activity induced by her soup and will perhaps blow up like the worn-out heart of a cocaine addict. She recently picked a fight with her 13-years-younger step-brother who now wants out of her way. No matter how groggy she may be after a 5-hour nap, this cat is always ready for broth. She has never turned down a sack of it, and the last one seems as delicious as that first one she ever ate. . We have decided to let her drink herself to death via this fabulous broth. Her broth is her breath.