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March of the Hovercats

Yesterday, Seth presented me with a lovely set of fat cat bowls. They're beautiful, delicate porcelain things, with a very pleased cat painted on each one. When you tilt the bowl just right, you can see the cat's face at the bottom of the bowl with a tail painted on the exterior side. Likewise, if you tilt it on its other side, you'll see the face of the same cat painted on the exterior side, and a little tail popping up along the rim of the interior. We showed it to Sif. She now believes us persons are making pottery in her image.

We've reached an impasse with the cat creature over how exactly she prefers her tinned food. This is a cat who is otherwise quite unpicky about her dried kibble, and shows no interest in most human foods except stewed lentils, runny egg yolks mixed in with a bit of soy sauce and baked bean sauce and tuna brine. She will eat dried flowers and leaves when she goes outside. Tinned food though, that has to be absolutely perfect. She'll have a nibble of tinned food not more than 5 minutes out of the can. Once refrigerated, the food must be served at room temperature, preferably garnished with a generous sprinkling of dehydrated chicken. Tuna in florentine sauce is good. Expensive beef and chicken organic mixes are "too beefy". Purely organic chicken chow is too gamey when it has developed a very thin dried outer crust, especially if I don't garnish it generously with dehydrated chicken. She occasionally likes a little warm water poured on top of her chow, so she can have a bit of gravy.

I would like to point out that cats in my native country eat table scraps and mice. So do dogs, for that matter, and so do the mice. This tiny, hovering blimp of a cat is spoiled.

The weekend was kinder than it had been in a long time. I bought tickets to Sita Sings the Blues for next week. The store has lovely shirts. I was a little sad to find out all the women's Valmiki tops were sold out, and the Peacock Phonograph camisoles only came in Large. I did buy the Peacock Phonograph shirt and the Sita Shadow Puppet half-sleeve shirt. They both arrived yesterday. The Sita Shadow Puppet is particularly beautiful, with bronzed print that mottles very much like antique shadow puppets in real life do. I last saw leather shadow puppets from classic Malay plays up close at an art exhibition in Kuala Lumpur many years ago. They're very intricate things, and surprisingly fragile. The shirt captured that intricacy well. My only complaint is the American Apparel shirt used for the print is unusually tight for a Small, on par with a ballerina's leotard. I'm hoping that like a leotard, it loosens over time.

We went back to Nombe. The roast potatoes and wild nori are tasty, but I wished the new potatoes they used were just a bit smaller, and left to sit in the sauce for a little longer. They were good, but otherwise a touch too salty. Their beignets with apricot jam and creme fraiche were okay. A little too airy for a beignet. The salted trout and fried trout skin chazuke is soothing though. I would recommend the karasumi only if you plan for the rest of your menu being relatively light and bland. I think having the potatoes that night was too many salty things on the table together. Chicken yakitori with ume and shiso is great. Perfectly sweet and sour without being overwhelming. The ramen of the night happened to be in red curry. Far be it from me to turn away what essentially sounds like good won ton mien in laksa sauce, but I wasn't in the mood for it that evening. Will still definitely go back for tonkatsu ramen on a weekend though. The sake recommendations from Gil, resident sake specialist, are really spot on. Me and the spouse found flavours we liked, flavours we both kind of thought were interesting, but not to our taste, and flavours that were "No kidding this thing has a kick."

Workload may be crazy later in the week. I don't really know. Writing is impassive, cold as stone. I'm largely insecure about how I'm going to market a thing I've been writing for 6 years, now that I'm at the very tail end of it. It's a wrong genre, and a size most publishers and agents no longer find popular. More to the point, novellas are still largely things agents will recommend you keep in a drawer until you have actual novels published. But what if I don't write a novel? What if I like smaller parcels of writing? I worry a great deal all that hard work is for something I'll have to put away in a drawer, and perhaps, after 6 years, my style's gone down the drainpipe, in any case. Too many straightforward sentences, less obfuscating poetry. By the time this thing is done, there'll only be blood and vinegar.


Jul. 17th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
Re: wet cat food
Blood and vinegar might, yeah! Honestly, I think meat chunks may be the better way to go myself. It gives the cat something to chew, which pate certainly doesn't give them.

After looking up the ingredients of some 'grain-free' cat foods online, it seems that a number of formulations do add brewer's yeast to their mixes, probably to help the cat's coat, as well as add to their flavor. There's some DIY cat food recipes online too that seem to combine all manner of chicken bits with baby food and a bit of yeast, but those make me leery. In theory, it's great, but modern recipes call for way more dietary supplements than seems accessible to a normal pet owner.