…when you can have a webcat!

Oh yes, Smoky has now taken over the desk. All he has to do now is learn to type.

Smoky meowed and stared at his food bowl. No need for one of those Star Trek universal translators here, I thought. He clearly wants more noms. He’d already had one fish-flavoured pouch for breakfast though: a compact package of pollack and colin. And as he doesn’t seem inclined to do huge amounts of play/exercise at the moment, and would therefore not be working off any extra calories, we refused, on this occasion, to give in to his pitiful looks.

According to a PDSA advice leaflet we read recently, you should always feed your cat appropriately, taking into account his age (kittens should have proper kitten food, not adult cat food), species (cats should not be fed on chips or cake) and his size and shape. Now, personally I’m quite comfortable with the idea of a cat that’s shaped like a little furry zeppelin, and I said as much to Shana. But good sense prevailed, and we delayed more feeding till later, although we did leave fresh water and some dry food out.

With a cat as appealing as Smoky, though, it’s hard to say no, even if it is sometimes necessary. Never hurts to take sides and show a bit of solidarity with one’s moggy, however, so I decided to stick up for the poor starving feline. ‘He is looking a bit thin,’ I said to Shana, with a conspiratorial wink at pusskins. ‘In fact, the last time I saw a cat that thin, it was actually an X-ray!’ My own imploring looks, however, failed to cut any ice with Shana. And after all, I guess she’s right. No-one really wants their cat to become obese, do they? And obesity could be just the start of a downward spiral. Next thing you know, fatty-catty might decide to get himself an earring. In the end he’d take to wearing Burberry check, and there you’d have it: ChavCat. Not good. Best to stick to that strict diet. It’s for everyone’s benefit in the long run.