The Selective Tastes Of Our House Cat.

 Mausi perfects her fussiness.

There are times when every meal provided gets eaten. Blessed times, marvelous times which sadly don't feature too often.

This last week she has driven me crazy. Each and every can of wet food I have opened for her, she has deigned beneath her. One sniff and that was that. With forethought I have made sure that the dry food she can eat throughout the day is of the highest nutritional quality because that is what is sustaining her at the moment.

Look, she isn't overly thin but I do worry about her. Jealousy must play a part as at the moment Maxi gets a lot of attention. Gosh, he loves his food. Mornings and evenings I have lately had to give away her unwanted vittles to the rascals outside. They of course think that it is Christmas, twice a day all week long and what is more worrying is the fact that one of the outside rascals has started to turn her nose up at dry food. What to do? I can't really throw Mausi's food away because that is wasting and let's be honest, there are starving cats somewhere.

I tell her all the time but it falls on deaf ears. Who doesn't remember being young and having to hear our mothers' telling us about the starving children in Africa who would love to eat spinach, broccoli and liver. Honestly, I can't remember whether mum's trick worked or not...

Lately I have even gone so far as to speculate that perhaps the pet food companies have changed ingredients in their formulations. Could be that nefarious products have been used and let's be honest...none of us would be any wiser because let's face it, cat food isn't something we can judge or like to eat.

Biggi

Excitement In Our Household.

 Gleeful happiness more like...

Yesterday I missed the postman and had to content with one more sleep before getting the parcel. Bob and I had ordered online ( yes, from the titan which we try hard not to do so much ) and realistically only things we can't get offline in town. Believe me, I have tried to find it in Oberwart many a time.

So, just before lunch I sliced open the box, which I had fetched from the local post office affiliate, and was overjoyed with my new goodies. My lot included some spiffy reflective braces which I can use to walk with. My new second-hand winter jacket which has really become my pride and joy, is not equipped with any brightness ( could have been a hunter's jacket as it is a nice shade of brown ) and thus the job of keeping me safe during my early morning winter walks has been delegated to these reflectors.

They look like suspenders/ braces and I think they are fabulous. Of course Bob thinks they are a bit embarrassing but eh, men and their fashion sense! Tomorrow will be their maiden walk and I hope the weather plays along.

Another item I ordered is one of these wash-balls. Washing without washing powder, ecological and cheap. Let's see if it cleans the clothes but if one doesn't try one won't find out.

Bob's lot included two big tubs of Marmite. His absolute favourite and as it is a British invention, it isn't available in Austria. Thus he had to order it online. Well, these two tubs are enough for two years...or in Bob's case two months. He tends to be a bit overly liberal with spreading it on his toast but, if he likes it why not. I might help him out by sampling it occasionally myself but then only when he isn't looking. Gosh, that Marmite is his pride and joy.

As you guessed, the usual suspects of entertainment were included in this order. A handful of books to tide us over the upcoming festive season and from what it looks like, a hard lock-down too. 

Biggi