Bob’s kitchen

Yesterday, on our travels, Beau (B) and I found ourselves in Glen Waverly and hungry.  My memories of living near there was that there is not much to do, but we walked the main strip and found an asian eatery that was bursting at the rafters with punters.  An ex-boyfriend/friend of mine once said that any asian eatery full of Asian people is a good sign that the food is fantastic.  On that advice, B and I went in and waited in the doorway until a table came up.   5 minutes later. sitting and armed with menus we decided on a light dinner.  My pork and prawn won ton soup came first.  The won tons nearly burst in my mouth, they were so fresh, and the stock was devine.  Later B’s fried chicken on rice came.  Fresh, hot and fattening but yummy.  We had the usual bottonless Jasmine tea and also ordered a can of coke.  I told B it was my shout so went up to pay.  I choose my shouts carefully but it still makes him feel spoiled!  The total? $16.50  I know what I am doing.

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Pussy Cat Ballet

Tonight, I arrived home to find Ella (scardy cat) hiding in our bedroom as usual and Skeet sitting in the dining room like a Sphinx, head pointed towards the heavenly crunchy cupboard. Hmm, I thought, has he been waiting patiently like that for me to get home and supply some food? Yes, sure enough, when he saw me he stood up and started sweeping back and forwards on my legs, meowing. A sure sign that he wants something. It was, pretty much, dinner time so I went to collect the bowls. Now, dinner for the cat children is a complicated process. Skeet is getting on the old side, so he eats canned food and can never get enough. Ella has bad teeth so she gets raw gravy beef. Skeet thinks the gravy beef looks amazing and Ella thinks the same about Skeet’s savoury loaf so it is always a struggle to keep them apart. We are now in the routine of feeding Skeet first in the kitchen, to keep him busy while we put Ella in the outside hutch to eat hers.

Tonight all did not go to plan. I opened the door to the hutch to get Ella’s bowl. Skeet got over excited and jumped out there hoping there would be some remnants of last nights feast somewhere to be found. I got him inside (once he realised there was nothing) and fed Skeet with Ella hovering. Then I went to get Ella’s and it was all frozen. Meanwhile, timid and easily scared Ella pushed Skeet out of the way and went to work on his dinner. I tried to remove her and she pushed her way back. I was left with no option but to lift her up and take her into the lounge room until I could get her some food. She was carried down the house with paws outstretched looking for something to grasp onto for help, meowing mournfully. When I got the food defrosted and went to get her she was hiding under the couch and didn’t want to come out. Eventually I did get her outside, with food, and no Skeet and both pussy’s were fed.

This is pretty much a nightly performance. The pussy cat ballet.