fledge capable of flying, from Middle English flegge, from Old English -flycge; akin to Old High German flucki capable of flying,
Old English flEogan to fly -- more at FLY
intransitive verb, of a young bird : to acquire the feathers necessary for flight or independent activity

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Big surprise: Milo likes food.

Let's get this straight, once and for all: Milo, you are not our cat. No. You belong to these fine people, who pay the phone bill belonging to this number on your tag. Go back to them. This is my house. My yard. My kids. My rules: No cats. So, go along home, now. Go, go, go away! Shoo. Yes, you. Go...

As anyone who has ever tried to have a heart-to-heart--a tête à tête, a tête à chat, a chat with a chat, a chat chat, cat chat--with a cat (or with a rock, for that matter) knows, a cat really doesn't care about your worldview. It's always only all about "me, me, me". Which a cat will state, in English, very clearly: "MEEeeee". A dog, on the other hand, may not understand you exactly, but a dog will work really hard to figure out what makes its human happy. A cat, on the other hand, works really hard to have a human, any human, figure out what makes it happy.

"Do you think cats like shrimp?"

Kids, really: Do we really need to test this hypothesis? Really? Shrimp are nature's potato chips for carnivores. Think about it: What meat-eater doesn't enjoy a curly little stomotopod treat? Even the giant blue whales like shrimp, better than anything else. I'd bet, if you put a shrimp in front of a Saharan sand cat, a creature, which in the course of its evolution likely hasn't seen any sea creature since the Saharan oceans receded, that creature would have no problem eating a shrimp. Even God can't seem to keep us away from shrimp: When He was still speaking directly to us, He called the very useful shrimp and its shellfish cousin an abomination. And "abomination" was probably about right: Back before the days of water treatment plants, water treatment consisted primarily of these very filter feeders. Ergo, whatever ill the water bore, would thus become food borne illness. And yet, we have Red Lobster $11.99 Shrimp Festivals. Go figure.

Too late: Shrimp/cat hypothesis is tested. And yes, by the way, cats do like shrimp. And this Milo Cat likes shrimp, very much, thank you very much.

And I think this test actually sealed the deal for Milo Cat. While he may not be our cat, we appear to be Milo Cat's shrimp-providing people. That's all that matters.

But we are not cat people!

Look, I have nothing against the smirky, silky, snarky felines, exactly. I just like to keep a healthy distance between me and anything that makes my eyes swell up and my sinuses run like leaky taps and my lungs constrict in asthma: Just a personal quirk. My house. My kids. My rules: No cats.


I'm just not getting through to the petite puma. Not making any negotiating headway at all. Not as long as there is a possibility of more shrimp and a sunny/shady spot with comfy cushions to boot.

"Do cats like prosciutto?"

Do cats like $18-a-pound prosciutto? Uh-huh.

And since this cat is named Milo and since this whole post is about food and because this particular song seems to reflect Milo Cat's entire thought process, a little bit of another particular Milo and his similar thoughts on food. Just because.


Crafty Mama said...

Nancy, MILO is a food here in Aus! This choc malt powder stuff you add to milk, or sprinkle on icecream ;)
Your Milo is adorable...but I may foil your findings...our three cats ( two Russian Blues) will not touch shrimp. Only..ready to cringe? Kangaroo meat. :)

I have to show Miss B your new house guest!

Fledgling said...

G'day, Lisa!

Pray tell, how often do you 'roo? How often do you eat kangaroo?

(I've eaten kangaroo. In Vienna, of all places. I liked it.)

My best to Miss B!


*Sweet*Caroline* said...

Haha! What a beauty - seems to be a Sacred birman cat - I have one, too. They are precious and really like to be around people.
My little Miss Lola would eat shrimp, too - I have never tested though. But she certainly loves this expensive, exquisite cat food.

By the way - I have been tested and I am allergic to cats. But I own three. And I am not allergic to them at all. Funny, ha? Maybe that's because I decided that life is better WITH cats around! ;o)

Say hi to Milo from ermany!

Glückskind said...

Hach, was hab ich gelacht. Es ist genauso, wie Du es beschreibst: SIE suchen DICH aus. Nicht umgekehrt. Mich hat auch mal eine Katze ausgesucht. Und ich bin auch allergisch. Die Katze und ich sind sehr gut miteinander ausgekommen, solange sie sich an die Regeln gehalten hat: nicht aufs Sofa und nicht ins Schlafzimmer. Und nachts musste sie raus, da war ich eisern.

Allerdings fand sie es nicht so witzig, dass ich die Maus nicht essen wollte, die sie mir gefangen hatte. Aber ich mag nun mal lieber Shrimps... ;)

Liebe Grüße aus dem fernen Hamburg,

Sanna said...

Unsere "Milo" (Miezmiez) kam vor 7 Jahren als kleines Fellbündel und meinte, wir wären ihr neues Zuhause. Mein Mann, überhaupt kein Katzenmensch, hat gegen die Besuche von Miezmiez angekämpft. Vergebens. Trotz 4 Jahren ohne Napf in unserem Haus, kam sie fast täglich. Mittlerweile täglich - MIT (kleinem) Napf und Wasserschälchen. Sie hat sich uns ausgesucht und noch ein älteres Pärchen hier im Dorf. Aber, zu ihrem tatsächlichen Zuhause geht sie seit 7 Jahren nicht mehr. *g

Es ist wie es ist: SIE finden DICH. ;-)



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