Men never listen.
Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 12:57 pm
I have a cat... Oscar..
I feed him tinned Tuna. Why ? No other reason than he eats each meal with enjoyment.... and he leaves not a scrap.
He also has boiled chicken for a change and cheese as a treat. Why? Because he loves It.
Oscar has eaten Tuna and chicken ever since I got him nearly 5 years ago.
Does my husband pay attention? No.
For some unexplained, futile reason, he believes that one day our cat will wake up and think to himself ' oh I fancy a change, In fact, I fancy the cheapest, nastiest supermarket own brand my owner can possibly find.'
So, this morning just prior to me doing a big shop, my husband went out to the local Tesco Express for milk. I asked him to get a tin of Tuna until I did the big shop. No. he comes back with 3 tins of what can only be described as the contents of a hyena's bowel laughingly labelled as ' Delicious Sardine In Jelly'. There's more probability of there being more trace elements of sardines In my neighbours pond than In that tin.
He won't eat It, I say. He will If he's hungry enough, my husband says. No.
Oscar eyes the brown sludge suspiciously, sniffs and walks away.
' He'll go back to It when he's hungry enough' my husband says. No he won't.
Three hours later, the brown sludge Is beginning to form a crust and a fly Is circling over-head.
Oscar begins to cry pitifully.
My husband then open the 2nd tin which Is laughingly labeled ' Delicious Beef chunks In gravy'... No It's not.
An hour later, Oscar's cries have become louder and a crust Is forming on the 2nd bowl.
The 3rd and last tin is opened which Is again, laughingly labelled 'Chicken In Jelly'. No It's not. More brown sludge.
Now Oscar Is eating dog biscuits In the dogs basket.
I return from the big shop, open tin of Tuna.... Result...
Ironically, 20 or so minutes later, Oscar Is In my lap, head under my chin singing and purring to me and my husband says ' Funny, he never tries to get In my lap'.
I feed him tinned Tuna. Why ? No other reason than he eats each meal with enjoyment.... and he leaves not a scrap.
He also has boiled chicken for a change and cheese as a treat. Why? Because he loves It.
Oscar has eaten Tuna and chicken ever since I got him nearly 5 years ago.
Does my husband pay attention? No.
For some unexplained, futile reason, he believes that one day our cat will wake up and think to himself ' oh I fancy a change, In fact, I fancy the cheapest, nastiest supermarket own brand my owner can possibly find.'
So, this morning just prior to me doing a big shop, my husband went out to the local Tesco Express for milk. I asked him to get a tin of Tuna until I did the big shop. No. he comes back with 3 tins of what can only be described as the contents of a hyena's bowel laughingly labelled as ' Delicious Sardine In Jelly'. There's more probability of there being more trace elements of sardines In my neighbours pond than In that tin.
He won't eat It, I say. He will If he's hungry enough, my husband says. No.
Oscar eyes the brown sludge suspiciously, sniffs and walks away.
' He'll go back to It when he's hungry enough' my husband says. No he won't.
Three hours later, the brown sludge Is beginning to form a crust and a fly Is circling over-head.
Oscar begins to cry pitifully.
My husband then open the 2nd tin which Is laughingly labeled ' Delicious Beef chunks In gravy'... No It's not.
An hour later, Oscar's cries have become louder and a crust Is forming on the 2nd bowl.
The 3rd and last tin is opened which Is again, laughingly labelled 'Chicken In Jelly'. No It's not. More brown sludge.
Now Oscar Is eating dog biscuits In the dogs basket.
I return from the big shop, open tin of Tuna.... Result...
Ironically, 20 or so minutes later, Oscar Is In my lap, head under my chin singing and purring to me and my husband says ' Funny, he never tries to get In my lap'.