I hear you, Sistah!
That’s good, Twellsy.
I’ve to sleep - early morn, and all that.
Best dreams, all,
Soo xx
Yes, but where should we go? It’s chilly out there and only one of us has fur.
That particular variety of catfood seems not to agree with him. Oh, and he seems not to understand Manx. We’re very much alike, the Cat and I…
I’m sure he understands perfectly well, but doesn’t want to be mistaken for a native. Let’s face it, when everything you know about a place can be summarised as “three legs, no tail”, would you hang around?
You can’t see the other leg because it’s been put up some sucker’s nose…
[yawnity] tseep and they say the dawn chorus ain’t wot it used to be.
yardarm
Bacon butties ready
I have just slept for 14 hours
That particular variety of catfood doesn’t agree with you either? I’d stick with Twellsy’s bacon butties then, if I were you.
Never tried it. Although when I am dishing it out, the Oaf seems to suspect I am on the verge of snaffling it myself judging by the frantic way he carries on…
Leopard dishing up of grub happens in a different room - that way you retain fingers from the questing scimitars on spotty paws…
None of the new “meaty chunks” sort is particularly easy to cut into slices for fritters the way Kit-e-Kat used to be.
The stuff in jelly might cut into slices
If you could try before the door was demolished by Bengals demanding luncheon
NOW slave!
The jelly would melt while they were being fried.
I dunno
Double panne then freeze and deep fry…
Sort of the way you do deep fried mars bars…
Heave & Shudder… 
Carinthia.xx
But pet food must be human safe dear Chatelaine
Can we start today again, just a tiny bit different?
[joins wor Chatelaine on the Heaving Bench]
Kit-e-Kat is just simpler for hungry students.
Along with horse-meat-for-the-cats from a pet shop well-stewed with plenty of veg.
I wonder if I still have the notebook in which I kept the accounts for a flat of four in 1974; because I wasn’t working and they were students who were, I did the shopping and cooking, and the we worked out the accounts on a “soap and such split four ways, also milk coffee bread and staples; large meals made and divided into person-meals depending who was in and ate any given meal, guests count as one extra meal for the person who invited them” basis and settled up at the end of each week. It worked very well; meals at home were cheaper than even the local greasy spoon caff.
And nobody ever noticed it was horse; and several people assumed the rabbit (also from the pet shop, because nobody buys adult males and they have to be humanely killed) was chicken, once a bit of bacon had been added.
but Soylent Green is people.
So now we know where Shergar went…
I couldn’t eat horse meat
Yes I know I am a carnivore but but but I love hosses ALIVE in a field or stable
I can, and have.