Well, what is a cat to do??!

4 weeks of just eating "astronaut kibble" (biscuits only - I bet they get better food on that International Space Station thingy that Mum is so fond of trying to spot when it flies over the UK), and I'm just about tearing my fur out with frustration.

Mum is being very good with extra fusses but that doesn't really fill up the tummy area too good. So, a couple of days ago, I decided to take matters into my own paws.

I am very lucky - I live near the sea, so there is always plenty of bird life around here to watch and swear at out of the window. Gulls are strictly off limits - they are too big and vicious to bring down, especially when they have chicks (the bane of Mum's life - but that's a different story!), and the only way you can tackle them is if they have been injured before you get there, but you still have to be very careful.

Pigeon though - that is a different story! So, when I saw a nice juicy pigeon, I decided to go "self-service" at the Birdy Bar, and was successful! 

I decided to go into "Thursday Night Takeaway" mode (not to be confused with that TV show Mum likes so much), and dragged it home through the cat flap to enjoy it undercover in the Conservatory. Mum is getting ready to do the washing-up, and she sees me appearing to be licking my lips - oh dear! She finds the pigeon that I worked so hard to get, and my lovely supper is in the bin before I can blink. 

Then at my weigh-in, they found I'd still gained weight - only a really tiny amount, so I'm hoping that the biscuit only plan is starting to work, and I might get some more pouch in about a month's time when the kibble starts working. 

Back on the biscuits................... 



A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure