This is Alfie. A friend of a friend found him in her garden and by a series of happy coincidences, he ended up living with Ben and I. I think his favourite thing about living with us is the food which we provide.
It’s quite difficult to cook anything with him around. Today for example, I unwrapped some bread rolls, turned to get the cheese and found him running away with a roll in his mouth when I turned back. Not for the first time.
There is very little this cat won’t eat. We try to be quite careful with his diet, but he’s not having any of it. The only thing I’ve ever seen him turn down was a tube of malt stuff which was meant for kittens. In the end, my friend and I ended up trying it to see what the problem was (we were drunk, it tasted like Christmas, don’t judge us).
He’s recently started to wake me up at 4.30 in the morning because he thinks this sounds like the perfect time for breakfast. After two weeks of this, I’d reached breaking point and we are now the proud owners of a timed food dispenser. This morning I woke up under my own steam. It was wonderful.
The electricity had stopped working and it was freezing, which was less wonderful and another story. But at least I didn’t find out at 4.30 am.
Here are some of his finest feeding moments:
|Meet my good friends Ben and Jerry|
|Leftovers, you say?|
|A new low – trying to eat remains out of the dishwasher|