Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Scoop is hopping mad. I forgot to check on his chicken liver supplies yesterday morning, so when he turned up for dinner around 8PM there was only a tiny bit left. I tried to cover my mistake by chopping up the half a chicken liver that was left, and surrounding it with one of those expensive foil packs of gourmet pilchards for cats.
But there's no fooling old fuzzy. Scoop looked at his bowl, and then he looked at me, giving me The Look that says, "You have messed up AGAIN!" He ate his dinner eventually, but he let me know that every bite was a hurt to his heart.
He would have forgiven me this morning except that I rolled out of bed and tripped over him. It's no good telling him I still had my eyes closed, or that I never expected him to be lying by the side of the bed when he's usually stretched out in the middle of it. Scoop is Not Talking.
But I have hope. I've nipped out to Carrefour and bought not one but two packs of chicken liver. That should put the smile back on old Mr Brown's face!
PS the pic: Scoop and Au having a good time shedding hair on Tom's clothes.