I hear you, Sistah!
Thatâs good, Twellsy.
Iâve to sleep - early morn, and all that.
Best dreams, all,
Soo xx
Yes, but where should we go? Itâs 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. Weâre very much alike, the Cat and IâŚ
Iâm sure he understands perfectly well, but doesnât want to be mistaken for a native. Letâs face it, when everything you know about a place can be summarised as âthree legs, no tailâ, would you hang around?
You canât see the other leg because itâs been put up some suckerâs noseâŚ
[yawnity] tseep and they say the dawn chorus ainât wot it used to be.
yardarm
Bacon butties ready
I have just slept for 14 hours
That particular variety of catfood doesnât agree with you either? Iâd stick with Twellsyâs 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 onâŚ
Leopard dishing up of grub happens in a different room - that way you retain fingers from the questing scimitars on spotty pawsâŚ
None of the new âmeaty chunksâ 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 fryâŚ
Sort of the way you do deep fried mars barsâŚ
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 wasnât working and they were students who were, I did the shopping and cooking, and the we worked out the accounts on a âsoap 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 themâ 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 wentâŚ
I couldnât 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.