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Old March 18th 04, 10:41 PM
m. L. Briggs
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On Thu, 18 Mar 2004 08:43:45 -0800, David Yehudah
wrote:

Sam has turned into the family food inspector. We've been feeding the
kitties on the kitchen table since Toby and Mac had to be put on diets.
Their meager portions have both ravenous all day, and we couldn't keep
them out of the cat's food unless we put it out of reach. Hence the food
dish on the table.

However, not everything has a difficult time reaching the cat's food
dish. Grasshoppers, for example.

The first I heard of this problem, I was sitting at the table reading
"Lyndon, an Oral Biography" (when I saw the part about oral, I thought
it was porn) and Sam was grazing in the food dish. Suddenly she sprang
about three feet straight up, did the Wall of Death around the dining
room, and took off for parts unknown. The food dish went flying across
the room and landed upside down on the floor.

With glad cries and hurriedly mumbled graces, Sam and Toby reverted to
chow hound mode and jumped on the dish. Before I could get there they
had flipped the bowl over and attacked the grub. Toby got the larger
portion because Mac couldn't growl and snarl at me and eat at the same
time. I honestly believe he would have attacked me if I'd tried to
interfere.

Among the debris I found a large, annoyed grasshopper spitting cat hair
and mumbling what he was going to do to Sam if he ever caught her out
again. He was still grumbling when I set him outside.

Since then Samantha does not take a bite of anything without first
poking it gingerly and inspecting it from all sides. Who knows, it might
bite back. She even checked out my breakfast this morning. The whole
affair has made her exceedingly jumpy; I mean, if a girl can't trust her
food dish. . . She's as nervous as a cat, as they say.
Cheers,
Dave


Thanks for the good story!