August 9th, 2006

beats working


"Cuthbert came to me seeking to be gruntled this morning."

Interestingly, I have never found anyone who didn't understand that sentence in context. After all, if people or pets are disgruntled, then to make them happy again, they've got to be re-gruntled, and if an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure, then regular gruntling is what's called for.
by himself

Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.

My cat does not know what meat is. Cuthbert is an orphaned cat. He was rescued at the barely-weaned stage. He went from formula to dry kitten food, and now dry cat food. When I give him meat, he sniffs and licks it, then walks off. I am perplexed. I guess it's good that he's not begging for scraps, but on the other hand I wonder about him missing out on one of cat life's great pleasures. After all, he is a carnivore, or should be, not a stodgivore.