GC and I went to Gilles and Annie’s for a BBQ last night. It was yummy. BBQ’d everything! Steak and chicken and sausages and zucchini, and stuff that wasn’t bbq’d too, like pasta salad and garden salad and delicious bread and corn on the cob and pink girly drinks and wine and strawberries. It was soooo good, and as you know there’s nothing better than good food and good conversation.
While we were there we got to see state-of-the-art TV with HD and Bluetooth and 1080 or something like that. There really IS a difference between that and a big ol’ clunky refurbished Cargo Xpress TV with rabbit ears. It was practically 3D. We only watched for a minute, just so we could see the difference for ourselves, but I have to say I was impressed. Not impressed enough to get a TV, but impressed enough that if they ever invite me over to watch something spectacular like a solar landing, I’m going.
Gilles and Annie have three well-loved and well-served cats. They all have interesting eating habits. Minnie eats her cream cheese with a hypodermic needle sticking out of her shoulder. Tommy dips his paws into his wet food bowl and then licks the food off his paws. Daisy May lies down beside her bowl and flicks kibbles out of her bowl with her paw, and eats each one before flicking the next one.
Duncan’s eating habits are pretty ordinary by comparison, although he does celebrate Tuna Fish Tuesday by sharing a tin of tuna fish with GC every Tuesday. (More accurately, GC shares a tin of tuna fish with Duncan every Tuesday. Duncan’s not as generous as GC.)
My old dog Sam had one or two food-related idiosyncrasies. I’d fill up his dish and he’d sit there and look at me until I said “Eat, eat, it’s good for you!” in an Italian accent. Then he’d lie down and eat.
GC’s dog, on the other hand, doesn’t waste any time on ceremony. He plunges head-first into his bowl and hoovers the entire contents within seconds.
What about your pets? Do they have any unusual table manners?