At the cat shelter where I work we have some old, sickly cats that get special food and medicines. One of the cats gets a jar of chicken-flavored baby food every day.

Let me tell you, I will never feed my kid that except under the threat of death, and even then I’d have to seriously think about it first. It’s all I can do to only gag and not toss my cookies right into the sink.

Pureed chicken in a jar. Not a good thing.