Species identification

[desperance]

It has been suggested more than once, on this forum and elsewhere, that Mac is not, cannot actually be a cat.

Well, folks, you were right. This morning, I have figured him out: he is in fact a fruit bat. Who thinks he's a vulture, which is how the confusion arose.

I was chopping canteloupe melons. Melons. And he was just - well, everywhere. Sitting on the fridge, in order to hang above the chopping like a vulture. On the chopping-board, as soon as my back was turned. Into the discarded seeds. Everywhere.

I did slip him the occasional strip of rind, which he adored; but he kept coming back for more, and apart from mild concerns about his insides, I actually want those rinds. I am experimenting with a pickle.

In other news: it's not often I use the heavy German ten-inch cook's knife, but, well, melons. With thick rinds to be chopped small. It seemed the perfect opportunity. And was. Except.

The knife is an immaculate machine, but it's woken up my slumbrous RSI like billy-oh. I am very ouchie. And now I'm going to go back to fiddly edits, with a whole lot of mousework and repetitive keystrokes. Double-ouchie.

Comments

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I don't have RSI but I can feel it anyway.

Miss Kitty Calgary is also very fond of melon. Whatever melon it may be, she wants some. Actually, what she usually wants to do is lick the inside of the rind. I thought it might be the texture plus the moisture that she likes so much. But no one here is allowed to eat melon without her help, and it's a law that afterwards, you must set the rind on the floor for her pleasure.

We have a lot of laws in this house.

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

Your cats are simply exceptional, Chaz. Face it.

By the way, Happy Christmas to you, whether you feel grinchy or not!

Love you!

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

I've known other cats who were melon-heads--both cantaloupe and muskmelon, as well as honeydews and some of the other varieties. They must smell something in them that is far, far more entrancing than the simple melon-perfume we get out of them--not that the smell of melon isn't agreeable, but it's never driven me into such a frenzy.

Sympathies on the hands, and a good holiday to you, whether it's this imminent one, or the one next week.

[elaine-brennan.livejournal.com]

I once had a cat who considered canteloupe to be a food of the gods -- and she was damn well certain that she, herself, was a god. Ergo, all canteloupe belonged to her.

I became resigned to sharing.