Cat-tastrophe

Disaster narrowly averted

At 5 p.m. today, we had a crisis here. I went to feed Dulce, but the cupboard was bare! Not a can of cat food anywhere in sight!

I am currently carless in a city that was not designed for anything other than automobile travel. Not wishing to hike a mile to the store just to get cat food, I decided that real tuna would be good enough for Dulce, for just a day or two.

Further calamity – there was no tuna in the cabinet either! As I was rummaging through the cans, I stumbled upon a tin of smoked oysters and a can of Spam. I debated about serving up the oysters, and then I decided upon the Spam; I opened the can, and Dulce was in a frenzy around my ankles. I sliced off some of the substance, cut it into bite-sized pieces, and served it up on a saucer, which I then took to the cat-food area of the laundry room.

Dulce dove right in, and in almost no time, the dish was polished clean. Except that she had an unusual eating technique. About half of the pieces she ate, and about half, she picked up and carefully deposited on the floor next to the dish. I have no idea what criteria she had for deciding which pieces to eat and which to set aside.

I guess I can consider the Spam a half-success. Maybe next time I should serve up the oysters.