Hi folks,
What a run around I had yesterday evening !. As far as food goes Frankie is so easy to please, if it's edible then he'll eat it and even if it's not strictly classified as edible, eg. catnip, he'll eat it. Suzie's not one to turn her nose up at anything but Alfie, what a gastro "prima donna" he is, basically the only food he really likes are the Felix "As good as it looks" Salmon and Tuna flavours and guess what I'd inadvertently run out of yesterday evening?. I apologetically gave him some Cod flavour with the promise that tomorrow (today) I would replenish my stocks of his favourite flavour but oh no!, he just sniffed at it, miaowed loudly a couple of times and then, with a look of mild disgust written all over his face he wandered away whilst Frankie polished off his with consumate ease. Time passed and he just wouldn't touch it so I tried him on a pouch of Beef flavour to the same effect. Then I had what I though was a pretty good idea by my standard that is and offered him a bowl of the chicken breast that I cooked for Sunday dinner, lovingly chopped up into easy to eat symmetrical, bite-sized chunks and he didn't even bother to miaow this time just looked at me as if to say "If you think I'm even going to humour you by sniffing that stuff then you are sadly mistaken mate, where's my usual stuff?!!". Frankie on the other hand couldn't believe his luck and almost ate the bowl as well as the chicken and the look of utter bliss on his face was a sight to behold. I opened a tin of "special" food, you know the ones that state on the tin that they have been lovingly hand-prepared to a time-honoured recipe by an order of buddist monks, this time he feigned interest and I swear I heard him laugh under his breath as I tipped it away into the bin.
Knowing that I was in for an action replay the following morning I looked at the clock, Sainsburys shut in twenty minutes and I could walk there in ten so the only thing for it was to change and grab my coat and rucksack and "yomp" my way home with a supply of his favourite nosh. It was then, just as I was walking (half running actually) down the road that there was an enormous clap of thunder followed by a flash of sheet lightening followed equally immediately by a loud "whooshing" sound and, yes you guessed it, the heaven just opened up with biblical proportions with nowhere to shelter. About 15 minutes later bent double with the weight of four boxes of cat food in my rucksack and dripping wet I returned home. Alfie did his usual all over me greeting as I proceeded to fill his bowl with Salmon flavour Felix helping me to empty the pouch into the bowl by headbutting my arm with great enthusiasm and then like some great anticlimax, it was all over and he had polished it off and retired to his favourite spot on the scratch pad by the radiator with a look of sheer unadulterated happiness written all over his face, the things we do !
Cheers
Leigh
