I look back at old blogs and squirm sometimes. They are blogs written by me for me – just notes of my life – of what’s going on in my brain and in my world. The fact that others may read them leave me open to judgement and when I read what I’ve sometimes written, it may result in a bit of a cringe. But like William and Lady Anne Barnard, perhaps I am writing for a generation not yet born. They may find my thoughts quirky – amazed that these things happened all those years ago.
Please enter my “savour discerning” cat.
I didn’t make that up on my own. Truly, I would have noted possibly that cat Truffles was not thriving and being picky about her food, but ‘savour discerning’ came from the solution to her eating habits. She was not thriving and I needed to know why. At her annual visit to the vet, he suggested it could be an intolerance of sorts. He upped the ante on what I was feeding her, taking the price of cat food to the next level and introduced me to EXIGENT for Fussy Cats. But if you don’t want your cat to be known as ‘fussy’, then perhaps ‘savour discerning’ is the term for yours. More than R200 for 2kg.
It seems to work for Truffles. Here she is high and far back on her ‘cat palace’ aka storage room of Julian’s books. I think when Julian arrives tonight, he may inspect her cat palace for any sign of cat issues. We don’t want those books to be damaged after all. She is safe there. “I’ll be in the book room and not to be disturbed!”
In the morning, she comes trotting into the kitchen with her tail high and a meow on her very cute cat lips; she has slept well and ready for her savour discerning breakfast. Sometimes, we close all the windows so threatening cats can’t come in, eat her exclusive meal and terrorise her. When we do lock her in, sometimes she comes up to our bedroom, meowing piteously, in desperate need of the bathroom. We will dash downstairs and open the window – she wastes no time in gapping it out into the cold morning air.
Then there is Gizmo with whom Truffles has a very cool nonchalant relationship. Gizmo lives diagonally opposite and has a life of luxury. He is pretty much a slob – weighs about double the weight of our precious princess and he comes and hangs out in our garden. He too will sneak in to the house for some of her leftovers. The neighbours diagonally opposite care for Gizmo by day. By night, his owner picks him up after Kitty Daycare and takes him home. He gets dropped off first thing 7 days a week. It’s an interesting street! Each evening, the cry of the neighbour is heard, “Gizzy, here boy!” Gizmo is summoned – it is home time. But as I said he is a slob. I hear the neighbour’s call, leave the house, walk around the back of our garden and there he is sitting beneath a tree, completely ignoring the voices calling his name. I pick him up, marvelling at his weight and carry him to the front fence, past Truffles who turns a blind eye and cleans herself feverishly. Just check those lazy eyes… life of luxury, I tell you.
Gizmo
I think what makes me marvel at Truffles is that I get such a lot of pleasure out of her. She is God’s gift to me – for my enjoyment. God knows the way of each and every animal.
Luke 12:6 Jesus says,
“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.”
All life has value.
These are the days!
Keep the smile going!
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂