My old woman decided to be "creative", a move that could only end in tears. My tears. She decided to cook up a treat for me. For goodness sake, old woman, buy packets of prawns or Dreamies or chuck some cheese in my direction and save yourself the trouble.
She found a recipe for fish pate and proceeded to butcher a perfectly good whole fish. Why on earth she couldn't have used ready prepared fillets, like any normal person would do, I have no idea.
You have never seen such carnage in your life. Bones and entrails all over the kitchen. Then she boiled it. I hadn't smelled anything so vile since I found a three-month old piece of pork I'd put in the garden shed and forgotten about.
My cue to skedaddle and hide under the bed in the guest bedroom. By the time I emerged, most of the fish "treat" had disappeared, leaving only a malodorous miasma lingering in the air.
"Here, have a few Dreamies, Toffee. The fish treat wasn't a huge success," she said.
Result!
Toffee, we are glad that you received Dreamies instead!
ReplyDeleteSo was I!
DeleteI am glad you got your Dreamies, Toffee. When humans decide to make cat treats it never ends well.
ReplyDeleteNot many things end well if my old woman is cooking them. Ha-ha!
DeleteOh no. That smell would have driven us crazy. Although we do like and eat just plain cooked Salmon.
ReplyDeleteI like plain salmon or tuna but my favourite food is PRAWNS!
DeleteMy cats would prefer Dreamies, or as we call them Temptations. :)
ReplyDeleteDidn't know that's what they were called in your part of the world! They are a temptation, it's true!
DeleteCan you believe my sisfur doesn't "do" treats like Temptations? ~Ellie Mae
ReplyDeleteNo! Never mind, more for you!
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