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March 24, 2008
Of Easter and edibiles
Symphony had an operation on Thursday (we got some of her girly bits taken care of), and I provided plenty of cuddles as was prescribed by the vet. I took Friday off (since Good Friday isn't a public holiday here) to keep an eye on her. It's always hard to see her not feeling well, all wobbly and woozy. She didn't want to drink for 48 hours, which worried the vet a little and worried me even more, but when Saturday came around, she had started to drink and ate a couple of pieces of crunch and even purred a little and we knew all was well.
Then we all went out and drank champagne on a boat on the Seine then got hailed on and then ate Korean (this was not including Symphony, who decided to stay home and recuperate a little since champagne is not on the recommended diet for a post-op cat). A highly recommended way of spending a Saturday night, even with the hail. Sunday, of course, was punctuated by the eating of much chocolate, and I spent quite a bit of time speaking to various Australians over the phone, concocting various plans for this year and otherwise.
All in all, a reasonable Easter weekend. And made much better by the fact that I didn't have to suffer through my mum's disgusting smoked cod slop* on Good Friday. I swear, even if I manage to avoid spending Good Friday with my parents for the rest of my life, that will not make up for the childhood of smoked cod slop trauma.
*a running joke in our family. You're supposed to eat only fish on Good Friday, so my Mum insists on making this revolting stuff that she loves because it is apparently the only time she can get away with making it. Imagine bright orange fish drowned in a stinky sauce. Ew. I can think of a million other ways to cook fish and I don't understand why she put us (or the smoked cod) through such trauma. Ahem.
Of course now, when I remind her how disgusting it is, her favourite retort is, "I bet Sylvain would eat it. And he'd like it." Damn him for liking silverside (ew!). He's such a disappointment. Here I was thinking that marriage is about teamwork, but in fact he spends most of his time joining forces with my respective family members and extended circle to pick on me. Hmph.
Posted by Katia at March 24, 2008 11:21 AM
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But silverside's LOVELY! My best friend invites me over whenever they're having it... it's not something you make for one.
Glad Miss Symphony is well. My precious Chino passed away today. Contretemps with a car. Pretty devastated. There's something to be said for having an indoor only cat.
Posted by: Deeleea | March 24, 2008 12:08 PM
Oh No Dee, I am so so so sorry. Chino was a beautiful boy and I know that this is going to be hard for you.
You can protect them by keeping them inside, but cats are cats, and even indoor cats find themselves getting into trouble.
I'm sorry. I know what you're going through :(
*hugs*
Posted by: Katia | March 24, 2008 12:11 PM
Yukkk! Silverside! Mr Mac always warned me that Silverside Australian style was nothing like Silverside Scotland. And he's right, it's not. My in-laws love a bit of Silverside, and whenever they tell me that they usually add on, "We like a nice bit of boiled tongue, too!"
I would probably like the smoked cod slop though!
Posted by: Stella | March 24, 2008 12:26 PM
I'm glad Symphony is doing well! I was so glad when my kitty was all better and back to normal. and SO GLAD she was fixed =)
LOL@ you and your hubby. yall seem so cute.
Posted by: stacy | March 24, 2008 7:49 PM
I am pleased to report that a sample of smoked cod was enjoyed by my other son-in-law, and I am definitely going to serve it next time you are in OZ! As, it is obvious that you miss it so much!
Posted by: Susanna | March 24, 2008 11:05 PM
Good to hear Symphony is back en forme. It's hard with pets sometimes because they can only express themselves so much. The slop sounds...umm...appetizing? I think every family has their own version of the slop...we had cornflake crap(my name for it) at Thanksgiving that I absolutely detested, then one day I actually gave it a chance(I was very picky as a kid) and it's one of my favorite things. So, you never know, maybe the slop is calling your name!
PS-Was the champagne in baby bottles? ;)
Posted by: Leah | March 25, 2008 12:48 PM
Why does this remind me of how "it's not to my taste" happened in the first place?
Posted by: Sabine | March 27, 2008 11:51 AM