Today was going to be a really productive day, I was going to do all my work stuff efficiently and with a smile, get on top of the laundry, properly backup all the photos that I’ve just dumped on facebook and make some handmade cards – despite the fact I’ve missed the date to post them by to have any hope of them arriving on time. Then I was going to have a nice dinner and a organised yet relaxing evening
None of that really happened so far, however I did manage to tread in a nugget of cat poo that someone had deposited at the top of the stairs
Repeated foot scrubbings later I could still smell it, so I gave up and had another shower, managed to hurt my neck by standing on one leg in the shower trying to smell the foot to see if it was less offensive, deemed it was, walked out of the shower and realised the entire damn house smelt of cat poo as the monsters had respectively done a GIANT poo in the upstairs AND downstairs toilets
Which makes today’s entry in the mental gratitude journal read along the lines of “I am absolutely positive that I trod in cat poo”
Healthy food is important for all species, both cats and humans.
G likes Gourmet brand cat food sachets – well he does this week, and would have a tuna addiction if it wasn’t for rationing. F won’t touch wet food but likes tuna a lot.
So Gourmet tinned Fisherman’s Delight with tuna sounded fun – however after purchasing it I took a closer look at the ingredients… it transpires that it is 70% random fish, of which a mere 4% is tuna.
That makes the phase “with tuna” feel somewhat detached from reality.
However the faux-tuna was decanted, offered to G and he ate a bit of it… but without much gusto.
It is good to know that both human and cat food are equally duplicitous in their advertising, but I am vexed that poor G was deprived of something more fun. And F wouldn’t even touch it as it was more like wet food than tuna, poor beastie.
One cat toy that the boys do like is Petstages Wrestle and Romp.
It is a large squishy toy with crinkling material inside and a small quantity of catnip. It isn’t a toy that we see them play with but it moves around the house and appears in strange places rather frequently.
We had a recent scare when one of the boys used it to bury a particularly icky hairball and I was worried that it might not be cleanable – thankfully it seemed ok after the application of wet kitchen towel, however I’ve now bought two spare ones just in case!
If nothing else I would miss seeing it appear by the door whenever I come home!
The boys have a large box of cat toys but I will confess that I’m always looking for interesting new things to entertain them. Unfortunately what I consider should be entertaining for a cat is not always a hit with the boys.
Most recently the Hunter LED pointer toy caught my attention as it projects a picture of a mouse and it isn’t laser based.
The packaging claims that the mouse is visible for a distance of “about 1 to 3 metres”, what is omits to mention is the mouse image quickly distorts into a giant rat-beast.
However it transpires that this minor detail didn’t matter as G patted it randomly and infrequently, whilst F stared fixedly at the pointer in my hand and showed little interest in either the mouse or the rat-beast image.
All of the fuss over vaccinations is proving interesting reading – partly as a co-worker is anti-everything to the point where he is declining conventional treatment on his son’s severely club feet but mostly because G declined to have his booster shots on Monday.
When I say declined what I should say is G turned into a demon from Hell and shredded everyone who came near him – including a rather butch female nurse. Despite having sat peacefully on the table whilst he was checked over – including teeth and heart, he objected vigorously to anyone coming near with him holding a needle.
Long story short, G was not vaccinated but I did get strongly advised to go to Accident & Emergency and was even given a letter to take with me in order to get some antibiotics.
I didn’t go to A&C, TCP fixes most things, because the universe has a sense of irony G’s new cat toy arrived today – a Yeowww! Heart Attack toy. Perhaps he can maim that rather than me…