26 March 2011

My raggedy old cat has not accustomed himself to the high station of life that I have put on offer. He stopped eating his high-quality wet food so I fed him Fancy Feast, and while his intent whiskers indicated that initially, at least, he found it delicious, still, he leaves his portion waiting for the dog. He refuses soft bedding. He will only hop up on my bed when the covers are drawn aside so that he can lie on the sheet. In the kitchen he beds down in a cardboard box lined with an old towel. His one desire is to be allowed outside to lounge in the sun and cedar and hunt small game. This I deny him. One can't very well expect a cat to "get" the neighbourhood "lost" posters.

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