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29 May 2012

Feeding time at the zoo. In which I relate the tragic tale of The Mogget who wouldn't stop pinching food...→[More:]

Mogget: Feed me! I'm cute!
Me: No. You've already had dinner.
Mogget: But I'm starrrrrrrrrving! So hungry! Fading away!! *flops around pathetically on floor*
Me: I already gave you kibble.
Mogget: *contrives to look adorable and hungry*
Husband: And I gave her some cheese at lunch. And some salmon. And a bit of milk. Oh, and she ate the head off a mouse...
Me: Oh lord...
*goes to remove corpse, cannot find it*
Me: It seems it was a whole mouse.
Mogget: So hungry! Feeeeeeeeed meeeeeeeee! *attempts to stuff entire face in tiny tub of yoghurt, narrowly missing being dinged on the head with a spoon*
Me: Oh, that tears it. OUT!
*The Mogget is banished Outside to Starve in the Wilderness*
Husband: That cat is getting far too big for her...boots....
Mogget: *soulful eyes at window*
Me: Shut the curtain. I can't believe you made that pun.
Mogget: *strange scrabbling noises*
Me: Um...
Mogget: *soulful eyes appearing at window on other side of room*
Me: I have a bad feeling...
Mogget: *falls into shrubbery below window with a crash*
Me: Yup. That was it.
Husband: Oh, let her in. It's pathetic.
Mogget: *pathetic meowing on cue from the darkness below the window*

Which is why I'm sitting at my desk right at this moment trying to eat some dried fruit and finding whiskers in it.

So, how's everyone else's furry kids tonight?

post by: ninazer0 at: 03:33 | 6 comments

I remember years ago taking a photo of my old tabby cat, Barry, sitting at his empty food bowl and looking over his shoulder at me with the pathetic face of a starving animal. It was so pitiful it could have been used as a poster for the RSPCA to highlight animal cruelty ... except that as he looked over his shoulder the rolls of fat made a chub collar on him that showed what a liar he was.

Lucy is fine right now, although the warm, dry nights have meant she's been out a lot overnight and comes in all ready to wake me up at 4am. If I shut her out she just scratches at the door and wakes me anyway so it's easier to leave my bedroom door open and hope she'll just jump on the bed and fall asleep. More often than not this past week, though, she's found something she wants to play with on the floor. She's particular fond of my new Crocs slingback shoes, which make a clattery noise as she bats them around the wooden floor.

posted by Senyar 29 May | 05:19

One word for how my mogget is: SHEDDING. Everywhere. I bought a brush for him yesterday (he LOVES being groomed, he looks blissed-out and purrs and dribbles), and I've removed and discarded enough fur to make a mini-cat.

He doesn't seem to be bothering with killing season this year; we haven't had any little presents for months. It could be that he's getting lazy, or one of the NeighbourCats is Top Hunter this year, or it could be that between them they've wiped out the mouse population. He has never gone for birds, which I'm quite pleased about.

posted by altolinguistic 29 May | 07:28

My much-missed Oreo used to beg for people food daily, and then when offered a tiny bit would sniff at it and only then remember that he didn't like people food. He wasn't too bright . . . .

posted by JanetLand 29 May | 07:40

My furry beast has been recently nicknamed Gertrude by my father in law, for reasons still unknown.
She's not much of a food beggar as an attention beggar. She's been getting plenty, as we make the rounds of family and friends on our visit to Pittsburgh. No amount of loves or pets and snuggles satisfies her bottomless need for my personal Care and Attention. She frequently turns her baby browns to meet my own, imploring me to pet her pet her PET HER. When she is denied, she will frequently flop down, and turn her head towards mine over her shoulder and groan loudly. We call that groan her "Holocaust Groan", because the groan seems to hold the sum total of suffering ever felt in the universe.

posted by msali 29 May | 10:24

All four of the feline beasties are doing fine. We frequently have a visitor in the window box in our front room (my den). The stranger (a Siamese-type who I believe lives across the street) and Oliver seem to be quite cosy with each other. Oliver will lie in the window sill facing The Stranger on the outside and they just ... rest there. It's rather odd, but charming.

posted by deborah 29 May | 23:33

Someone forgot to tell Yvaine that cocker spaniels are water dogs. Galahad will come in *soaking* wet from playing in half-inch-high wet grass (we're still not sure how he manages it); Yvie needs her little vinyl boots just to GO outside in such wet grass.

So in the tropical storm that's been going over FL, getting her outside has required a bit more than rain boots. Here's her storm suit: https://picasaweb.google.com/100974985659053956255/Yvaine#5748294255466585074

...The horses are loving the rain, but it's now NASTY humid out there, and I feel for them.

posted by galadriel 30 May | 07:09

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