In which I continue to be evil...
Sep. 15th, 2006 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance...and my poor Barry hangs around in shreds of sunlight in the middle of the kitchen floor, or huddles against the back door making mew. Piteously. He wants out, and I daren't let him. I am insufficiently bold with his life.
When I went into town this morning, there was another cat on the doorstop. Much of an age with Barry, Young Adult with all that that implies; he was sweet and friendly and I made believe that he'd called to ask if Barry was playing out today. So I said no, and nearly invited him in, only I was afraid of rumpus and blood on the carpet. Like the babu in Kim, I am a very fearful man.
In other news, I fear my rabbits were off. I'm accustomed to my game well-hung, but this was something other; they smelled bad from the moment I unwrapped 'em. Hopeful that it was just a surface taint, a consequence of their being skinned & plastic-wrapped, I washed them well and left them in herbs & salt overnight, and next day they smelled mostly herby, so I made-believe they were okay and confit'd them anyway. But today I went to put them up in the pot, and - well, no. Frankly, rank. So I chucked 'em. Which is a real blight, because I had them from the only man I know who sells rabbits in Newcastle. The stall has changed hands recently, and process alongside; they used to sell their rabbits in fur and hanging, and now as I say they come on polystyrene trays in plastic wrap, pre-skinned, and I suspect this of being a Bad Thing in every way. Certainly it has stopped me buying rabbits in this city. Buggrit.
When I went into town this morning, there was another cat on the doorstop. Much of an age with Barry, Young Adult with all that that implies; he was sweet and friendly and I made believe that he'd called to ask if Barry was playing out today. So I said no, and nearly invited him in, only I was afraid of rumpus and blood on the carpet. Like the babu in Kim, I am a very fearful man.
In other news, I fear my rabbits were off. I'm accustomed to my game well-hung, but this was something other; they smelled bad from the moment I unwrapped 'em. Hopeful that it was just a surface taint, a consequence of their being skinned & plastic-wrapped, I washed them well and left them in herbs & salt overnight, and next day they smelled mostly herby, so I made-believe they were okay and confit'd them anyway. But today I went to put them up in the pot, and - well, no. Frankly, rank. So I chucked 'em. Which is a real blight, because I had them from the only man I know who sells rabbits in Newcastle. The stall has changed hands recently, and process alongside; they used to sell their rabbits in fur and hanging, and now as I say they come on polystyrene trays in plastic wrap, pre-skinned, and I suspect this of being a Bad Thing in every way. Certainly it has stopped me buying rabbits in this city. Buggrit.