Thursday, July 31, 2008

A Big Disappointment (As Usual)

Hah! Isn't that just typical? I might have known!

Regarding that "senior" cat food, several things occurred to me as I lay under the tall irises for a couple of hours today:-

1. Mum was watching 'Jeeves & Wooster' and I distinctly heard Jeeves say that 'mature' is used as a euphemism for 'elderly', and that set me thinking... mature... senior... senior citizen... elderly - well, really!

2. The last couple of times I was at the vet's, some odd things happened. First, vet #1 said, as he stroked my belly, "She's well covered, isn't she?". Both Mum and I glowed with pride at what we took to be a compliment on my lovely fur and the excellent condition we keep it in. Then I saw a look of embarrassment cross Mum's face as it sank in, and suddenly I, too, understood. He thought I was fat! Oh, really! I don't need to come here to be insulted, I can get that at home.

I wasn't too worried, as I can usually get my own way; and sure enough, after a couple of light meals it was back to life as usual chez moi.

Then I had to go back and vet #2 was more forceful, even weighing me and suggesting diet food. I blanched under my fur, but nobody noticed. Luckily Mum turned it down and as it's been hot I haven't been too bothered about eating a lot, so everyone's been happy.

3. Then this morning Mum refused me elevenses, saying, "Look, there's still some of your breakfast in the bowl". 'Well, you should've cleaned it out then, shouldn't you?', I thought, but I didn't say anything. I know when I've lost.

So thanks to all of you who wrote to congratulate me on my promotion, but you've wasted your time. A hard lesson for us all, eh, kitties?

Monday, July 28, 2008

An Exciting New Discovery

This is Mum's favourite grass

Being naughty is a great way to get some attention

Ah, you see me here full of the joys of spring (or summer)!

I've just this week discovered a new secret. Lunchtime came, and out came Dad with a bowl of yummy fish pate I'd never had before. "What is it?", I asked Mum when a different but equally scrumptious version came out onto the patio later that day. "It's something only "senior" cats can have," she said.

Wow! Imagine that! Humans recognise different ranks of cats and I've finally been promoted! Obviously it should've happened long ago, probably at birth in my case, as I've always been exceptional, whilst retaining that modesty that makes me so well-loved. Better late than never, I suppose.


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