What a considerate cat we have. Henry just hopped up on my desk and sat between me and the keyboard. Normally he would settle down and snuggle on my arms (making it very difficult to type – but what is love without a little pain?). Today he looked at me and threw up his dinner. Making sure it was on the desk and NOT on the keyboard. Nice kitty!
Now Henry is suffering due to the Corona virus fall out. For the same inexplicable reason that we have a shortage of TP there also seems to be a shortage of “fish in jelly” of his favourite brand. He has complained to me so much over his food bowl during the last few days that I dared to venture out today and tried to find his favourite nosh. Nothing doing. So I bought single pouches of various other brands. Tonight I offered him a bowl of trout in jelly from a premium brand, about 3 times as expensive as his normal food – and he just looked at me in disgust. I confirmed his opionion of me that I’m useless at forageing.
We had Schupfnudeln for dinner yesterday (those small, longish potato dumplings) and Henry was really really interested. I finally gave in and gave him a morsel to show him that it was potatoes and hence not his normal prey.
Henry sniffed at it, told me “miaow”, ate it and begged for more.
I am thinking “what the heck” and give him a whole one (they are about the size of a finger) and Henry gives me this look – like: “Who do you think I am, woman?! I am THE CAT. ” And off he stalks.
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me – always shame on me. I’m a sucker.
As Henry first birthday is approaching, he likes the special kitten food less and less. I am looking around for alternatives which are healty and not overpriced.
Today I opened a tin from a discounter; he’s already sampled one or two varieties of the brand and really liked it. This one is made from three different kinds of fish. Henry likes fish a lot. He immediately pounced on it and started licking and gobbling but stopped less than a third into the portion. To me the fish smelled far too fishy to leave it standing outside so I covered the dish and put it in the fridge for later.
Later came and I placed the bowl in front of Henry. He took one sniff and started backing away from it. In fact, he literally walked backwards until he bumped into the stool a meter behind him. He seemed thoroughly disgusted. I won’t be buying that one again in a hurry.
Since his last growth spurt a couple of month ago Henry has become a picky eater. The few times when we found his bowl of wet food licked clean we discovered that the neighbour cat has been visiting clandestinely. Now with the heat during the last week he’s gone of wet food almost completely, licking once or twice over the various patés and jellies and chunks we offer him, occasionally taking a nibble and that’s it. He will condescend if you offer him one of his treats but even that he seems to do more to please us rather than because he likes the stuff. He does still eat his crunchy pellets but I have noticed that he manages to eat almost exclusively the yellow bits, leaving the brown and reddish-brown ones behind.
Think about it – would you be able to separate your vegetables into carrots, peas, and cauliflower pieces and only eat the peas – all this without using your hands? My, what an agile tongue Henry has!
Henry wakes me at 7 am because he is hungry. Now I am not complaining, I know that 7 am is a humane time in the life of a cat but to be fair, it is the middle of the night for me. Of course, I oblige and get up and stagger in the kitchen, open the drawer, get a tin of his favourite food. I notice that his eating place needs a quick sweep so I turn round to get the dustpan and brush out of a cupboard in the bathroom. Next thing I know I have a cat attacking my calves from behind!
Henry was obviously worried that I would go back to bed without feeding him. He hit me quite hard, yet without using his claws. Still!
I cleaned his place and gave him his food (did I mention that it was his favourite food?), set it down before this obviously famished feline. He wouldn’t be a cat if he hadn’t sniffed at it, nibbled a bit and a half, and walked off.
It has been said that if cats had opposable thumbs and could therefore operate a tin opener they wouldn’t need humans any more and take over the world.
I think we are doomed and it’s our own fault. We sell cat food not in tins anymore but in little boxes with aluminium lids and in aluminium pouches. Have you seen what a claw can do to these containers?
Right.
I’m trying to eat.
And don’t tell me we are starving him. He has been eating like a hors… well, like a little pony the last couple of days.
The problem is called Johnny and he is the neighbour’s cat. He is an elderly gent who has a slight weight problem (he is not fat but he could grow into it) and a kidney problem. Hence he is on a special and restricted diet. Hence he is usually hungry.
It’s now three days in a row that I found him in our kitchen bent over Henry’s food bowl happily munching along. He has gotten cleverer and waited until Henry was out of the house. I heard the crunching noises and thought Henry was having a go until I saw some white fur.
I have no idea how we gonna do this when it will be warmer again and our doors will be mostly open.
None of the cats I ever shared a house with was interested in catnip. Neither is Henry. But he looooooves “herbes de Provence” and nearly jumped in my plate when I sprinkled some on my food. I put some in his bowl (without any food) and he licked it clean.
Henry 