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It's almost the end of my week off work - and my cold is, finally, lifting... figures!
I had meant to have a good sort out in the garden yesterday or today, but the weather has been meh - cold, grey, and wet.
The cat is being awkward. He has decided he doesn't eat this cat food - it is clear that someone (that would be me, then) is trying to poison him by getting him to eat... whatever this is! I keep pointing out that 'this' is actually Waitrose's cat food - not something cheap or nasty - but to no avail.
Each time either D-d or I went out to the kitchen today the cat has followed, then looked pointedly at the food in his dish, and mewed piteously. By mid-afternoon he had started to not only mew piteously, but also to eat some of his dried cat food, looking at us sadly after each mouthful - clearly saying "See what I have been reduced to by your cruelty."
But he finally had me clutching my sides laughing as I waited for my second day chilli to reheat - he came out, looked piteously at the abomination someone had left in his dish, then at his dry stuff, then went pointedly to the small bin, containing food scraps for composting, and nudged it as if trying to open the lid... Poor, starving cat...
D-d was at her friend's on Thursday night. Before she went she asked "Do you think Dad will mind if I borrow some of his Buffy DVDs?" Fair makes you proud - a real chip off the old block...
I had meant to have a good sort out in the garden yesterday or today, but the weather has been meh - cold, grey, and wet.
The cat is being awkward. He has decided he doesn't eat this cat food - it is clear that someone (that would be me, then) is trying to poison him by getting him to eat... whatever this is! I keep pointing out that 'this' is actually Waitrose's cat food - not something cheap or nasty - but to no avail.
Each time either D-d or I went out to the kitchen today the cat has followed, then looked pointedly at the food in his dish, and mewed piteously. By mid-afternoon he had started to not only mew piteously, but also to eat some of his dried cat food, looking at us sadly after each mouthful - clearly saying "See what I have been reduced to by your cruelty."
But he finally had me clutching my sides laughing as I waited for my second day chilli to reheat - he came out, looked piteously at the abomination someone had left in his dish, then at his dry stuff, then went pointedly to the small bin, containing food scraps for composting, and nudged it as if trying to open the lid... Poor, starving cat...
D-d was at her friend's on Thursday night. Before she went she asked "Do you think Dad will mind if I borrow some of his Buffy DVDs?" Fair makes you proud - a real chip off the old block...
