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Taking a break from mask making I wandered to the front room to look out the window.

YAY, my order of cat food & other kitty necessities had arrived from CHEWY.com.

I went out with my Exacto blade so I could open the box outside. Good thing. The box SMELLED like cat food. I thought, well.. you know packing in a warehouse full...

Opened the box. One of the two bags was split open and WHEEE cat kibble everywhere. I took everything else out & except for being GREASY was ok.

I had already called the taxi driver today because I hadn't spoken to him in 2 weeks and wanted to know how he was doing- he says he's ok, and he's staying in, BUT if needed to go out, he would take me. Very nice man. But I'm clinging to my cave as long as I can. Which is WHY I ordered cat food over the internet -I'm not out, but I wanted a buffer zone so I could stretch out the hermitage.

So, because of that call, I'd already used my 'dollar each day it's used' on the phone so it didn't cost me anything to call Chewy. BUT the very nice and informative message I got (really a pleasant change, no nasty music or difficult to understand voice) told me it'd be a minimum 20 minute wait. So no, go there, I went back to the website and emailed them. Asking for a refund if they don't have any more of what I need for 'Tasha (her digestion is even more picky than mine- she won't eat canned food, won't eat even plain boiled chicken or pork, can't stomach anything from Purina, the main grocery store cat food supplier- so it's dry Meow Mix or nothing.)

BUT on the bright side I left the open box, with the ripped bag, and the increasing ant colony, near my front gate. Maybe some of the neighborhood homeless cats will find it.