The joy of food...
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2019 10:41 am
Me: Tilly, you are losing weight, and the vet says this is Not Good. Have some of your favourite food.
Tilly: Not hungry. Don't want it.
Me: What would you like, then?
Tilly: Chunks of raw beef and chicken and liver and...
Me, after shopping: Here you are!
Tilly: YUM, Yum, ummm - had enough.
Next day
Tilly: Don't like chicken, where's the beef?
And the next day
Tilly: Yuck, beef - where's the chicken?
And the next
Tilly: EWWWW - it's all raw! Why can't you cook it?
And the next
Tilly: OOOOOOHHH! Lick-e-lix!!
Chorus from Pippin and both dogs: It's not FAIR!
Tilly likes to eat at night, so I carefully prepare a tempting bowlful and leave it on ice in the middle of the dining table, first moving all the chairs so Pippin and the dogs can't get at it. Delighted to find the bowl licked clean in the morning - then notice Pippin investigating to see if it has been refilled. He had jumped from the coffee table - that Seraquin is definitely working.
Move more furniture. Investigate local shops for small packs of cat food. Lace a portion of Tilly's highly nutritious, carefully low phosphorus cooked food with a squeeze of Gourmet something or other, and put another dab on top. Bowl is quickly emptied. Now we are motoring! A few hours later persuade her into the carrier and take her to be weighed. On the way she is travel sick and throws it all up. Even so her weight is up by a few ounces, and she demands more food when we get home.
The fridge, freezer and cupboards are full of small portions of cat food, all the sitting room furniture has been uncomfortably rearranged to leave the dining table isolated in the middle of the floor, the other animals are utterly disgruntled at not being the ones to be offered 6 small delicious meals a day, and Tilly? Tilly has gone hunting!
Tilly: Not hungry. Don't want it.
Me: What would you like, then?
Tilly: Chunks of raw beef and chicken and liver and...
Me, after shopping: Here you are!
Tilly: YUM, Yum, ummm - had enough.
Next day
Tilly: Don't like chicken, where's the beef?
And the next day
Tilly: Yuck, beef - where's the chicken?
And the next
Tilly: EWWWW - it's all raw! Why can't you cook it?
And the next
Tilly: OOOOOOHHH! Lick-e-lix!!
Chorus from Pippin and both dogs: It's not FAIR!
Tilly likes to eat at night, so I carefully prepare a tempting bowlful and leave it on ice in the middle of the dining table, first moving all the chairs so Pippin and the dogs can't get at it. Delighted to find the bowl licked clean in the morning - then notice Pippin investigating to see if it has been refilled. He had jumped from the coffee table - that Seraquin is definitely working.
Move more furniture. Investigate local shops for small packs of cat food. Lace a portion of Tilly's highly nutritious, carefully low phosphorus cooked food with a squeeze of Gourmet something or other, and put another dab on top. Bowl is quickly emptied. Now we are motoring! A few hours later persuade her into the carrier and take her to be weighed. On the way she is travel sick and throws it all up. Even so her weight is up by a few ounces, and she demands more food when we get home.
The fridge, freezer and cupboards are full of small portions of cat food, all the sitting room furniture has been uncomfortably rearranged to leave the dining table isolated in the middle of the floor, the other animals are utterly disgruntled at not being the ones to be offered 6 small delicious meals a day, and Tilly? Tilly has gone hunting!