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Monday, November 21, 2011

The Eleven Plus and a Half Eaten Mouse

Our cat, called `Cat’, adopted us some time ago. She arrived in the snow, cold, thin and hungry. We thought that she belonged to next door – but were told that they no longer had a cat. Cat has grown and filled out and is very good at one thing. She sleeps during the day and sleeps at night. She eats, she sleeps, wanders round the house, and then eats and sleeps some more.

She left us a portion of a mouse the other day – so that during the night she must have found a mouse. Our cat only eats dry food – she does not enjoy rice, branded cat food from tins, or even delicacies like fish and roast beef. She now really only likes one type of dry food – the one with a combination of chicken, vegetables, vitamins and minerals. The label says that this food combination has all a cat needs nutritionally to keep healthy and happy. To balance the dry food Cat likes water. She does not like milk or any brand of bottled water. She just likes plain ordinary tap water. (Good cat!)

With this background we are not sure why she chose to eat some of the mouse. She ate the rear section of the mouse – including some of the blood and guts. If she was prepared to eat this why will she not eat the rice and chicken her veterinary surgeon recommends? After all if she has a shot for £39.50 – and the nice vet suggests rice – then she should follow his advice. “Eat your rice and chicken, Cat! The vet says it is good for you. It will also save us another £39.50 next week! Eat your rice, Cat.”

There is a theory that cats think that humans are an esoteric part of the cat family. Our little cat only has us as a family so she brought half the mouse for her family. We thanked Little Cat, scooped her up so that she would not see us dispose of the half eaten mouse, and proceeded to pop the remains into a place where cats do not look. If we had been cross with her we may have upset her feelings. We feed her daily. If she has the opportunity to feed us we should be grateful!

When your child brings a half-finished paper to you – do not recoil in horror. Treat your child the same way you would treat your cat. “Wow! What a good boy/girl! I am so proud of you. A half-finished paper is better than no paper at all. Can we look at this together?”

At this stage your spouse will hear your ecstatic cries and will come to join the celebration. The neighbour washing the car outside will rush to share the good fortune. Brothers, sisters, cousins, friends and a multitude of demi-semi relations will be attracted by the good fortune.

A lone voice may dampen the proceedings; “Wasn’t this the half paper you did last week?”

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