Humphrey update

You know how they used to read the oracle in ancient Rome by reading the innards of an animal sacrificed to the gods?  Well I felt this week as if I was trying to read the oracle because of…

Humphrey’s innards.

It’s hard enough it seems to try and find something that our cats will consistently eat, except of course fish and best steak.  But this week Humphrey’s driven us mad trying to work out what’s been wrong with him.  Round the garden we’ve been finding piles of “stuff” that he’s sicked up, and one night he missed his litter tray completely.

The only conclusion we can make is that he’s been trying to eat little furry or feathery creatures and they’ve disagreed with him.  Serves him right but it doesn’t help us.  It wasn’t till yesterday that he suddenly started demanding food again as if it was going out of fashion.

Talking about choosing food for cats, we bumped trolleys with another couple in the supermarket on Friday and the discussion sounded like us making decisions.  “Well he’ll eat the meat in gravy, but she only likes the jelly.  And remember he wouldn’t eat the chicken last time.”

Nightmare.  How they have us pinned down with their velvet paws – inside the iron gloves of course.

Then just when my irritation is at its highest because I can’t work out what’s happening with him, Humphrey comes, looks at me as if I’m his only friend in the world, and gives my leg the biggest cuddle!

I’ll never win with him.