Friday
May272005
It's Not the Cows That're Mad, I Keep Tellin' Ya
Friday, May 27, 2005 at 07:26PM
Cabot's just now holding down his wriggling dinner plate (too much catnip, methinks) and polishing off the lovely Basmati rice and soy dinner scraps. In the last 10 days he's eaten butter lettuce, macaroni salad, egg salad sandwich filling, perogies and sour cream, yoghurt, a portion of a blueberry cereal bar, tomatoes and a sesame bun I was going to use for my lunch (but no mouse and not one of the slugs he follows around at night and none of those great big carpenter ants with the flexing face pincers that keep dropping off the walls and into my *very* personal space).
Now, before you freak out, not all of these things were actually given to him. This is what you get when you 'rescue' a street cat. And yes, I feed my animals table scraps. And no, not one single one of them has died at a young age or from heart disease, obesity, high cholesterol etc etc etc - in fact, the large percentage of them have lived so long that they've needed to be put down because they were just too old. So, please, if you weren't around for the six months of putting my dog to sleep-ness last year, then *shush*, because you can trust that I'm nothing but fan-fucking-tastic to my pets, frankly, to the detriment of my own health, finances, comfort and the needs of every other single human being on the planet.
Ahem. Now, where was I? Oh yes....
Whilst grocery shopping tonight I finally gave up buying beef. You might remember that back in Alberta all I ate was mad cow - it was cheap and fantastic. I've tried to carry that tradition on here (800 miles west) but even next to the outrageous price for the avian-fever-whatever-is-wrong-with-the-chickens-these-days-that-we-must-kill-most-of-them chicken, the beef here is not only relatively expensive, but seriously sub-standard.
I vaguely remember the US saying we could export again the day *before* someone found another mad cow so I'm pretty sure that whole thing fell through like a rehearsal for a commerical where the cantalope's dropped on a cheap wet paper towel - which leaves me a bit unsure where all the good cheap beef is if we can't actually SELL any of it outside Canada.
I'll tell you this though - our 'good' Canadian beef is just as dear as all that New Zealand and Australian beef that for some reason Canada is feeling the need to IMPORT these days and stack up right next to our own beef in the grocery store.
That's it then, I'm off to join the drunken brit in a drink or two (in absentia) on the porch (where it has been 28 / 76 degrees all day) and then inside again to stretch my intellectual capacity with a subtle and multi-layered piece of cinematography utterly startling in it's complexity.
Cheers.
Now, before you freak out, not all of these things were actually given to him. This is what you get when you 'rescue' a street cat. And yes, I feed my animals table scraps. And no, not one single one of them has died at a young age or from heart disease, obesity, high cholesterol etc etc etc - in fact, the large percentage of them have lived so long that they've needed to be put down because they were just too old. So, please, if you weren't around for the six months of putting my dog to sleep-ness last year, then *shush*, because you can trust that I'm nothing but fan-fucking-tastic to my pets, frankly, to the detriment of my own health, finances, comfort and the needs of every other single human being on the planet.
Ahem. Now, where was I? Oh yes....
Whilst grocery shopping tonight I finally gave up buying beef. You might remember that back in Alberta all I ate was mad cow - it was cheap and fantastic. I've tried to carry that tradition on here (800 miles west) but even next to the outrageous price for the avian-fever-whatever-is-wrong-with-the-chickens-these-days-that-we-must-kill-most-of-them chicken, the beef here is not only relatively expensive, but seriously sub-standard.
I vaguely remember the US saying we could export again the day *before* someone found another mad cow so I'm pretty sure that whole thing fell through like a rehearsal for a commerical where the cantalope's dropped on a cheap wet paper towel - which leaves me a bit unsure where all the good cheap beef is if we can't actually SELL any of it outside Canada.
I'll tell you this though - our 'good' Canadian beef is just as dear as all that New Zealand and Australian beef that for some reason Canada is feeling the need to IMPORT these days and stack up right next to our own beef in the grocery store.
That's it then, I'm off to join the drunken brit in a drink or two (in absentia) on the porch (where it has been 28 / 76 degrees all day) and then inside again to stretch my intellectual capacity with a subtle and multi-layered piece of cinematography utterly startling in it's complexity.
Cheers.
Reader Comments (2)
i'm not sure if she eats the raisins because she thinks they're bugs, or if she eats bugs because she thinks they look like raisins.