Nutgraf

Spouse is a beautiful genius. Since our backup auxiliary cat came back from the animal hospital with one of those plastic cone head devices, we’ve both been worrying about her ability to eat. She lost a pound over the last year and didn’t have many to spare (unlike our primary cat, who has a minor gravitational field). With the apparatus on, she just shoves the food bowls around the floor with the edge of the cone until she corners them against the carpet, a door frame, my foot… and gets a bite or two in before she tips them over and the game starts anew with individual pieces of food. It’s pathetic. And kind of hilarious.

To make sure she gets enough to eat, we’ve been holding those ceramic spoon rest things full of kibble inside the cone zone, so she can nosh. This is hard on the lower back and makes it available to her only when we’re in the same room.

I woke up this morning to find this piece of ingenuity.

Brilliant, no?

She can approach at her leisure, and the natural angle of her face allows the bottom of the torture-cone to fit handily around the part of the bowl that protrudes from the edge of the cast iron pan.

The pan is far too heavy for her to move, and the creme brulee bowls have been securely taped to it. I will inquire later about his plans for ungluing them.

To Cousin Steve, who gave us those awesome bowls: we love them, and use them all the time! With their shallow depth and tapered ends, they just happen to be well-suited to serving the nutritional needs of our hairy little patient here, and it’s an honorable job. Thank you again!

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