Oh no, Mogret, it’s the Wrong Food!
Much to Mogret’s disgust, I have given her the Wrong Food to eat this morning. What is wrong with me? Can’t I see that it is clearly inedible? Am I trying to poison her?
It’s amazing just how many expressions of digust and horror she manages to wrangle her little splotchy face into.
Sadly, for Mogret, no amount of prancing and wailing is going to make the slightest difference this morning. That can of poison was the last cat-feeding material that I have, as I have not been shopping this week.
I expect I’ll come home tonight to find her chasing an albatross around the room. Or a small pile of stomachs sitting on the garden path. This probably requires explanation: she consumes mice and baby birds and neatly leaves the stomach on the path. She won’t tell us why.
This week has been the longest,emptiest week of them all: philb is living at his mum’s house while she is on the Isle of Mull. His mum has two cats, one of whom requires medicating with accuracy and timing. We have one cat (and a half, I suppose as Random still treats this place like a restaurant), who requires the world on a plate, and subservient humans available at all times for reassurance purposes. Therefore, the Braggs are temporarily parted in the interests of cat-maintenance.
There has been a small spot of excitement though, in the arrival of my new Nokia 9300i. I wanted something suitable for reading pdfs on the train. I was not bothered about the lack of a camera, seeing as I generally carry my optio s4 around. I was mildly intrigued, and philb twitching with excitement about, the possibilities of a wireless LAN connection.
I have been most impressed so far: the interface is nice, the screen is glorious and all looks promising. I have crammed it full of my Open University textbooks in pdf format (the entire reason for the purchase) and will give it a thorough test on the train today.