We’re in the dog days of summer. The nights are starting earlier; each morning brings the socks/no socks decision; the shops are groaning with summer’s harvest.
A couple of nights ago, Octavia and I enjoyed what may be our last al fresco supper of 2014 in her little walled garden. I made a beetroot risotto at home, and took it round in a saucepan with a quantity of cabbage ready to cook, and some vanilla ice cream. Octavia supplied the wine – a classy white number from Bourgogne – gorgeous raspberries freshly picked from her allotment, the setting and and all the rest.
The grey ninja came and went. We ate, drank and talked. Octavia is off today for a week in Croatia. She sent me this picture yesterday evening. Someone is not pleased about her holiday plans.
The ginger ninja is coming to terms with his new biscuit bowl. There was a programme on Channel 4 the other night about canine obesity. The health risks obviously applied to cats too (and humans, but that didn't stop me eating a huge portion of chocolate cake last night). I went online and found Catch, an interactive feeder which promises that it “turns your cat’s meal into a fun interactive game.”
MasterB might take issue with the ‘fun’ word. It took twenty four hours for him to eat one day’s biscuits. For most of those hours he ignored it bar the odd less than half hearted attempt to get a biscuit. When he had to work it at you could almost see him deciding it was better to stay hungry. I decided on a change of tactic, and brought it into the siting room. That’s where we play most, so if he was ever going to think it was ‘fun’ and cooperate in this weight loss ruse I needed make it more attractive.
It seems to have worked. True, he stalked me to the kitchen and when I sprinkled his wet food with three or four biscuits he cleaned the bowl, but fingers crossed, I think we’re getting there.