Mar 27 2011
Greetings, Cool Peeps:
Meet my boy, Captain Jack. Isn’t he beautiful? No, he’s not an aspiring flutist. Though he may appear to be in Pied Piper mode, perhaps attracting some rats to play with, he’s really just a boy with a stick. He’s solely an indoor cat, but this was his one outdoor adventure, taken about a year ago when we were visiting a friend’s estate.
Jack is fiercely loyal to me. He is very circumspect about the men in my life and will often hiss his displeasure to anyone who rubs him the wrong way or whom he perceives is trying to usurp his place in my heart.
We love watching TV together, especially old movies. I like the ones in full-screen format, while Jack prefers the “litter box” format. One thing on which we both agree is that black-and-white movies should be just that: black and white. In a colorized movie we watched recently, the heroine’s cat was kind of a dusty rose color with a tangerine face. That was the night Jack’s hackles went up and he put his paw down. No more fake color.
A lot of people think cats are color-blind, so you may not be so inclined to believe that Jack would care about such an issue as the colorizing of vintage films. Cats, however, do have an ability to distinguish shades of blue and green, or so I’m told. So there you have it. Moving right along…
Food. That’s something else Jack and I both love. He always wants what I eat, but I can’t (Ewwww!) say the same goes for me. The other day, I was telling my coworker/BFF Randy that Jack’s favorite canned food is the tuna with shrimp.
“And you know that how, Molly Rose?” Randy asked.
“He’s my boy, I just know it.”
“But how do you know it?” Randy persisted. “Does he eat it at a greater velocity than those other delightful flavors you serve him?”
“He snarfs everything at equal speed.”
“So, you are making this statement based solely on what is most palatable to you.” Randy observed.
“You’ve got a point,” I said. “But I think ‘least distasteful to me’ might be a better way of saying it.”
“Different words; same brilliant observation—of mine!” Randy said, snapping his finger victoriously.
He does have a point. As humans, we do tend to judge the tastiness of our pets’ meals by our own palate.
That evening, after talking with Randy, I decided I would photograph the next two meals that I served Jack. I wanted to see what you, dear readers, think of Jack’s beloved grub. Which dish (if either) looks better to you? Let me state right here that cats just love it when instead of placing their food on the floor, you get out your freakin’ camera and photograph it from different angles.
If you ever want to hear a cat meow “WTF?” try it.
Okay, so here’s Jackie’s liver and chicken meal. Not so appetizing.
Now take a look at his tuna with shrimp meal. Looks a tad bit more like “people food,” but I can’t say I’m going to be eating tuna or shrimp for quite a while. I don’t know why, I’ve just lost my taste for them.
See you next week.
Yours in pickiness,