Wednesday, January 07, 2015

fat cat

The station has adopted a cat – or at least, a cat has adopted the station. Any time of day or night you’ll find him, prowling around the garage, stalking the corridors, outside the front door waiting to go in, or inside the front door waiting to go out. He couldn’t be more reassuring if he had a peaked cap and a torch. More often than not, though, he’s a little more sedentary, curled up on the chair that’s been set aside for him in the kitchen, cushioned on a white cell blanket, close up to the radiator. If he’s not sleeping, chances are he’s working his way through a pile of meat or biscuits in one of the bowls put down just below the chair. He obviously approves of the catering. He’s already twice the size he was, looking less like a scraggy neighbourhood tom and more like a happy, party balloon cat with stuck on fur.
‘Have you fed Cat A this morning?’ says Rae, putting her stuff on the truck.
‘No. I don’t think he needs it, though, the size of him.’
‘If you’re going in the kitchen can you just have a look?’
‘Sure.’
And of course there he is, curled up on the chair. There’s food in the bowl, so he’s obviously not in any distress. I stroke him, he grunts, and throws a look back at me, something between a smirk and a smile, like he’s taken a call half way through his shiatsu and is toying with the idea of telling me his bonus has gone through. He stares at me a while, his eyes barely open, decides to let me continue in ignorance, gives the nearest paw a couple of licks, then sighs and relaxes down again.
‘Is he all right?’ says Rae, when I come back with two cups of tea.
‘He’s fine,’ I tell her, handing her one. ‘I didn’t give him any food because there was still some in his bowl.’
‘Oh.’
‘I get the impression that everyone’s feeding him. Soon there won’t be room in the kitchen. They’ll have to clear the top garage and keep him up there. Feed him with a snow shovel.’
‘Yeah?’ she says, and takes a sip. ‘You sure you checked the bowl?’


9 comments:

jacksofbuxton said...

I see that Cat A has you all well trained Spence.

Spence Kennedy said...

It won't be long before we're all wearing collars (although I thought that even before the cat arrived...)

Anonymous said...

You might have to put up a laminated feeding schedule with tick boxes & a pen attached to it. Can't have him ending in the feline equivalent of the bariatric truck.

Spence Kennedy said...

It's difficult to get these things organised / regularised, when everyone's in and out all the time. You'd hate to think of anyone - any cat - falling through the gap (although I can't imagine Cat A falling through anything smaller than a crevasse).

But to be fair, I think something like your suggestion is already in hand... :)

Daniel Rutter said...

For the biscuits at least, get one of these things:

http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/191196008311

It's a bowl with three protruberances sticking up from the bottom, which force the cat to fish biscuits out separately rather than just inhale the lot.

(This is also useful for cats whose tiny brains impel them to wolf down their food, then immediately vomit it all back up again.)

petrolhead said...

Cat A, what a brilliant name! He's obviously getting such great service I have a feeling there'll be a Cat B along soon...

Spence Kennedy said...

Daniel - That's such a simple design, and so effective! And with biscuits you don't have the issue of cleaning the bowl so much.

We used to have a cat whose favourite trick - or usual trick, at least - was to scarf a load of biscuits then climb up to the highest point, usually the top of the fridge, and vomit. Like the Angel Falls, only not quite so beautiful. Maybe she was making some kind of point.

PH - It's a great name (can't take credit for it). I wouldn't be surprised if there were more cats in a year or so's time. Like the Aristocats. The Ambulocats? Hmm. More work required on that one... :/

petrolhead said...

The Ambucats!

Spence Kennedy said...

...we'll get The Cure to re-write Lovecats...