No photo today, as I failed to obtain one. But yet another day of our beautiful boy Louis amusing us...
My wife insists on giving him turkey necks to chew on. Apparently great for moggie dental hygiene. I am not opposed to this, but I am extremely squeamish. I have a very special terror of chicken necks, to the extent that I almost feint if I accidentally aquire a whole chook that still has that obscene part contained within the packaging. Just letting my eyes stray for a millisecond in a supermarket and them resting on a package of such brings extreme nausea.
But my wife rules (as wives should), so one day when she proudly brought home a pack of turkeys necks, and asked me to "slice them up", I mustered all my internal manly strength, and tackled the job. The first thing that I discovered is that a turkey neck is very tough. Slicing them with my eyes closed did not work. So I mustered even more manly courage, and managed to dismember them using an axe. Alas, with my eyes still closed, I also dismembered some of the retaining wall wood structure that I chose to do this on. And this is a rental
But, somehow, I managed to get them into pieces appropriate to his youthful size, and away into neat snaplock bags they went into the freezer. (Now I cannot use the freezer, for fear of seeing them)
Anyway, Louis has just started to get interested in them. As he is an indoor cat, it was "decided" by family that the best place to give these to him was in our garage, so as not to soil carpets etc. The fact that my main study/office is also in that garage was not something my family appears to have deemed significant.
Today, as I worked merrily at my computer, my wife came in with the cat and a chunk of obscene turkey neck. I accepted the fact that this was really happening, so I then endured the sound of him merrily crunching at it as I tried to keep my eyes glued to my computer monitor.
After about half an hour, I noticed that the sound had changed. I could just hear scratching noises. I looked around and realized that Louis was no longer hacking at the neck. Now, for a reason only a cat could know, he had decided to get my gym towell, and was merrily moving it around, clawing it into a ball. He does like to scratch things sometimes, but I thought my gym towell was not right. So I took it from him. As I lifted it up, it slowly unravelled, until just at the end I heard the wet thud, and saw the turkey neck fall free.
Yes, I almost feinted again.
After I fled the scene, and spoke to my wife, we ended up in stitches laughing. Picturing me, arriving at the gym, and finding my towell somewhat enravelled, and shaking it amongst the princesses there....