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| Sunday, December 11, 2005 |
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Hey! Look at that! It's back at the top!
Myo is clearly brilliant. An enormous sloppy kiss for Myo.
I do not know why we are with you-know-who. We just are. Must there always be reasons? It could be because Mr Ata's Work pays for part of our internet connection.
But on to Ata-related things, because I much prefer talking about myself to any other topic. Well, Roswell-related things, anyway. My apologies to Skywolf - this is going to be entirely about my cats.
There is no food. A distinct presence of famine in the cat-food department. They eat an extra-special-highly-expensive-only-available-through-the-vet food, on account of Bosco having food sensitivities. He rubs his bum on the carpet if we give him the wrong stuff. And have you ever tried to feed two cats seperate foods? Eventually, he gets into the Ros biscuits. So we feed them both the aforementioned special food. This has to be ordered in by the vet. Last week, they were running low, so we ordered some more. We did not find out until Friday that it was backordered. Sadly, the beasties ran out of Special Biscuits on Friday night. So on Friday afternoon, Ata made an emergency trip to her favourite pet shop (they have bunnies and guinea pigs in an open pen so customers can pat them.... awww. They're so soft and cuddly, and sociable on account of being regularly patted....) to see what they had in stock.
"Ahah!" thought Ata, on spying the bag of "Sensitive Skin" biscuits. "Perhaps Bosco's problem does not lie in Sensitive Innards so much as in Sensitive Skin... he did used to scratch a lot." So Ata purchased a small bag of Sensitive Skin biscuits, in the hopes it would cause the least problems for Bosco while we await the Special Biscuits.
The venture was half a success. Bosco has been happily munching the Sensitive Skin biscuits, with no evidence of bottom-scooting (a very unsociable habit, I might add). Roswell, however, has gone on strike. She likes the Special Biscuits. They were little and yellow. The Sensitive Skin biscuits are round and brown. Roswell does not like round and brown. She wants little and yellow, and if she can't have them, she wants Tooth Biscuits (they used to be her favourite, until we stopped giving them to her on account of Bosco eating the leftovers and, well, I don't want to talk about Bosco's issues any more). So she is feeling the pinch. When Roswell wants something, she becomes excessively cuddly. She smooches. She purrs. She rolls and stretches. She is very difficult to remove from your lap, and when she is not on your lap she is performing a writhing dance on the floor at your feet. Which is highly entertaining for us, so doesn't really accomplish what she wants. When all this furry kitty loving fails to produce the desired food, she sits on the cat pole and stares morosely out the window. Occasionally she checks the food situation - nope, still just round brown biscuits.
The thing is, the round brown biscuits are much more easily obtainable than her preferred Special Biscuits, and seem to be fine for the afflicted Bosco. So I suspect that Roswell is in for a loooooong hunger strike. |
posted by Ata @ 7:21 pm  |
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Hey! Look at that! It's back at the top!
Myo is clearly brilliant.
Why thankyou.
*preens*
An enormous sloppy kiss for Myo.
Eeek
The Ata Cat Story is reward enough, thankyou.
When all this furry kitty loving fails to produce the desired food, she sits on the cat pole and stares morosely out the window. Occasionally she checks the food situation - nope, still just round brown biscuits.
Awwwwww. Poor Roswell.
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I do not know why we are with you-know-who.
Lord Voldemort is your ISP?
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Lord Voldemort is your ISP?
Sometimes it certainly seems that way...
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Hey! Look at that! It's back at the top!
Myo is clearly brilliant.
Why thankyou.
*preens*
An enormous sloppy kiss for Myo.
Eeek
The Ata Cat Story is reward enough, thankyou.
When all this furry kitty loving fails to produce the desired food, she sits on the cat pole and stares morosely out the window. Occasionally she checks the food situation - nope, still just round brown biscuits.
Awwwwww. Poor Roswell.