Originally intended to document my experience of DeLorean ownership, focus is often radical and strange, boring and obtuse.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Royalty Is Visiting

The mighty Bub roars his displeasure at the setting sun.

This is Oliver. Or, as I like to call him, Shmeg, Shmeglin or Shmego-Bub. Shmeg is my parents' cat, a purebred Himalayan Lynx with a show-cat heritage. Recently he has gained a new name due to the fact he must be waited on hand and paw. Suz calls him the Prince. Yes, he's better than us, and he knows it.

While my parents are in Florida Suz and I are attending to the Prince's needs and desires. If we don't stick to the schedule, we'll both receive 40 Royal lashings.

And not the good kind, with a dominatrix standing over you with a cat-o-nine tails.

Shmeg is 14 years old, very old for a purebred, and is therefore on a strict diet of soggy, mashed up, scientifically formulated gunky crap which must be presented to him twice a day, along with a proper curtsy.

it's tasty crap. I wouldn't know. I've only ever tried dry cat food. Regardless, Prince Bub must be fed his soft raunch twice a day or he'll bite the big one.

Terrified and disoriented without his Royal Pillow, Prince Bub cowers in the basement, or slithers behind the fireplace; a crack so narrow my arm barely fits. The Prince must be coaxed out of these hiding places, and fed his Royal Dinner.

The only problem is, he prefers people food. And he prefers it fed to him by hand. And so I must sit, painstakingly tearing off strips of Schneiders Oven Roasted Chicken and holding it up for him to grab.

No, not with his teeth - with his paws. Price Bub sits on his hind legs and holds the chicken steady with his paws while he chews the nutrients out of it. Feeding time can last half an hour.

But it's all worth it for my little Prince Shmego-Bub, who shows his affection with mighty head-butts and a few choice vocalisations like, "Mmmcaaaaaaaaaw" instead of meow.

Hand feeding really isn't so bad, especially considering
is the end result of Prince Bub's standard glop dinner. When finished, the Royal servant, me, sticks his plate into the royal dishwasher and wipes everything down. The whole process is a royal pain in the ass.

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Blogger Ms. Creek said...

ahhhhhh he is absolutely gorgeous and nice to hear you are being such a royal servant! And our George dog begs at the table and does the head butt affection thing, too! I'd like to see more pics of him!

So you didn't say how his food smells!

9:09:00 AM

Blogger mmat said...

it's a bit of comfort to see that other people seem to have difficulty keeping their cats' wet food in the bowl when they're eating. i've often wondered just how it is that they stick it to the walls and cupboard doors - those big chunks couldn't possibly have been stuck to its whiskers.

11:32:00 AM

Blogger Martini said...

Bowl?!? Dare I smash all my plates and serve Shmeg his food only in bowls!

Yes, headbutts are the best! I think a dog might hurt my tender noggin though.

11:05:00 PM

Blogger Patti said...

Awwww whoever would have guessed you are such a NICE kitty brother!

2:25:00 PM

Blogger Katie said...

Treat Shmeg too well, and he won't want to go home.

3:47:00 PM

Blogger Michael Manning said...

Shmeg sounds like a "Cool Cat" and as unique as your DeLorean! BTW: I have read John's own Autobiography and it was fascinating!You do know a Florida outfit is building the cars from dies and parts obtained along with the rights?

2:08:00 AM

Blogger Martini said...

Michael, I did hear about the remanufacturing recently. I wonder how you'd insure a car like that. There isn't really such thing as a 2008 DeLorean. Or is there?

11:43:00 PM


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