When Cat Daddy retired last August I imagined he would start spending time intensifying his fitness regime, learning a new musical instrument and attending language classes, but it seems I underestimated him and he has his mind on much higher things.
He has been threatening for ages to stockpile Louis Catorze’s food in case of a no-deal Brexit. And, when I got home from work one day, he very proudly asked me to check inside the cat food cupboard. So I did … and I saw not one but TWO containers containing Catorze’s Lily’s Kitchen biscuits. I’d rather have found diamonds or champagne but, erm, ok.
Me: “…? …”
Him: “I bought him some Delicious Chicken as well as Fabulous Fish, and I’ve put them into two separate containers.”
Me: “Ok. That’s great …”
Him: “He does like Delicious Chicken, doesn’t he?”
Me: “I think so, yes.”
Him: “So why haven’t we been giving him both? Why have we only been giving him Fabulous Fish?”
To be honest I didn’t really know the answer to this, and I then had the lecture about whether I would like having to eat the same thing every day. (If having crisps for breakfast counts, then I think that ship has well and truly sailed.)
That evening, I gave Catorze a helping of both foods together.
Cat Daddy, looking disgusted: “What? Both? On the same plate?”
Me: “Erm, yes. Why not?”
Him: “They’re DIFFERENT MEATS.”
Me: “But cats eat bugs and maggot-infested roadkill. I don’t suppose fish and chicken on the same plate will bother him in the slightest.”
Him: “Would YOU eat fish and meat from the same plate?”
Me: “Is that not what “surf and turf” is?”
[Silence, tumbleweed, crickets]
Anyway, Catorze now has two different foods. And, every time I feed the little sod, Cat Daddy yells, “Don’t forget: fish for breakfast, chicken for dinner!”
I’ll be sure to let you know when someone turns this gripping story into a film.