Cat-Care

Cat-care is not our expertise. Yet we had two, Tigger and Putin. My mother started out strong: buying them food, collars, even little bells. But soon the enthusiasm faded, the bells were lost forever under the refrigerator, collars outgrown, food eaten. So we'd get the fifty pound bags of Purina cat-chow and leave it up to the cats to chew and tear the bag open. And they feasted at will. But all this came to an end when the bag ran out. The dog's food bowl becoming increasingly appetizing, Dog and Cat came to coexist, sustained on the same food.