You are what you eat
And there's a particular amusement value in seeing a soft, fat, round cat trying to help himself to a box of soft, fat, round paczki.
I turned my head for one minute, and the next thing I know, Otto is up on the counter, happily licking the excess filling off the side of the box. Then he started sniffing the paczki themselves speculatively... and I think it's time for you to get down off the counter, kitty. ~shakes head and smiles~ He seems particularly fond of the prune ones...
In other news my mood is improved thousandfold today. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that today is Fat Tuesday, or, as we call it around these parts, Paczki Day. I braved the hordes and bad parking at my local italian bakery to buy a few of their cannoli cream, espresso cream and chocolate custard varieties, to share with the family, but I had no sooner got home than Crazy Aunt Joan called and announced that she was coming over with paczki. (She wasn't kidding. One and a half dozen of raspberry, custard and prune.)
I now find myself in the bizarre position of having Too Many Paczkis. What am I supposed to do with all of them?!? I can only eat one in a sitting, and although Otto looks willing, I'm pretty sure that Paczki are not recommended feline dietary supplements. Would that I could e-mail them to all of you...
And in other news, I just want offer my heartfelt thanks for the comments on my last post. You all lifted my heart and gave me some much-needed insight. I'll respond to everybody individually, but I wanted to let you know that your words were deeply appreciated.
Okay, now I'm off in search of pain reliever for this wicked, wicked headache that killing's me. Between my sinuses and the pain of midterm week, my brains feel like they're in a vise. Happy Fat Tuesday, everybody! Have fun chowing down on the paczki, king cake, pancakes and whatever else you feel like indulging in. :-)
I turned my head for one minute, and the next thing I know, Otto is up on the counter, happily licking the excess filling off the side of the box. Then he started sniffing the paczki themselves speculatively... and I think it's time for you to get down off the counter, kitty. ~shakes head and smiles~ He seems particularly fond of the prune ones...
In other news my mood is improved thousandfold today. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that today is Fat Tuesday, or, as we call it around these parts, Paczki Day. I braved the hordes and bad parking at my local italian bakery to buy a few of their cannoli cream, espresso cream and chocolate custard varieties, to share with the family, but I had no sooner got home than Crazy Aunt Joan called and announced that she was coming over with paczki. (She wasn't kidding. One and a half dozen of raspberry, custard and prune.)
I now find myself in the bizarre position of having Too Many Paczkis. What am I supposed to do with all of them?!? I can only eat one in a sitting, and although Otto looks willing, I'm pretty sure that Paczki are not recommended feline dietary supplements. Would that I could e-mail them to all of you...
And in other news, I just want offer my heartfelt thanks for the comments on my last post. You all lifted my heart and gave me some much-needed insight. I'll respond to everybody individually, but I wanted to let you know that your words were deeply appreciated.
Okay, now I'm off in search of pain reliever for this wicked, wicked headache that killing's me. Between my sinuses and the pain of midterm week, my brains feel like they're in a vise. Happy Fat Tuesday, everybody! Have fun chowing down on the paczki, king cake, pancakes and whatever else you feel like indulging in. :-)