Tying On The Old Feedbag
Good to be back in the kitty blogosphere. Someone who's name we won't mention has been pretty lousy about prioritizing his life in order that it revolve around me. Coming home every night past 8 oclock and pretending his health is bad. What an actor. He better not be stopping off somewhere to spend time with another cat. The consequences would be severe. What am I going to do with him? Tell me, oh furry friends.
Anyway, I know you worthy felines hang on my every word and action, so here is a shot showing proper eating technique. The bowl is a Fire King 6 inch custard, circa 1958 (my Waterford was dirty - more falling down on the job by you know who). On the menu tonight is Purina Indoor Cat - very tasty. See how I literally hunch myself over the bowl. That is proper eating technique. This keeps other cats from butting in and ruining my action. Even if no other cats are around, proper form is important. And then, of course, the water is handy to wash down the last morsel. I insist on fresh water every morning, and it must be filtered. My enjoyment is his priority number 1.