Crash
by carolynholm
Dear Puffin,
What are we going to DO with you?
Carolyn
Cher Madame,
C’est regarding…?
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
You know what this is regarding, Puffin. Last night we woke up to a terrible crash, because you had wrestled Winston’s feeder right off the cabinet.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
The feeder she jumped.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
It hit the floor with such a resounding crash that something broke inside. Now it is dead as a doornail.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
The doornail she is perhaps still alive. Has Madame turned the feeder off and then on again?
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
Oh please. It is permanently off now.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
It is likely the feeder just needs the new little batteries.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
No, batteries are pointless now. It refuses to come back to life.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
Well then, perhaps Madame can get a new feeder for the Winston.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
We have ordered one. But I have to point out to you, these feeders are very expensive. They are specially made to open only for the programmed micro chip. Do you realize how annoyed I am with you?
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
This petit cat was annoyed as well. By the annoying feeder.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
YOU were annoyed with it? You kept cramming your head into it while Winston was eating, so that you could jam it open.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
The feeder lid, she would not stay open.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
Of course it wouldn’t stay open! Because it was programmed for Winston’s micro chip, not yours. But hey, not for lack of trying on your part. Poor Winston. You just won’t let him eat without coercion.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
He eats with tranquility today.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
Not really. He is eating in the bedroom, with the door shut to keep you out, so that you can’t bully his food away from him. Poor guy. He can’t just relax and peacefully eat. He’s as jumpy as an antelope at a Serengeti waterhole.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
Madame is being wildly dramatic as usual.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
When we get the new feeder, we will need to figure out where to set it up.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
On the cabinet, Madame, where cats enjoy the food every day. I am surprised that this must be explained to Madame.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
If it is on the cabinet, you will surely wrestle it down to the floor. Destroying another feeder. So I need to set it up on the floor. I might keep it in the bedroom, and let him dine in there with the door closed so he can eat in peace. Poor Winston, his habit has always been to be a grazer, but this is forcing him to eat his meal all at one sitting.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
The Winston only eats little bits at a time. It takes him all day to eat breakfast. This petit cat is much more sensible.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
You are a glutton, Puffin. You pack it in. You inhale your food, sneak the dog’s food, steal Winston’s food. You live for the morning automatic feeder event, hanging around just before it releases your breakfast – “wait for it…wait for it…wait for it…BINGO!!!!” You are crazy when it comes to food.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
Madame is extremely harsh today.
Regards, M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
Like I said, sweetie, we are extremely annoyed with you.
Carolyn
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A note to our readers…
Feeder Update: Winston’s new feeder is back on the cabinet, duct-taped to a heavy 12” marble tile so it is too heavy for Puffin to move. Time will tell if that works.
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Dear oh dear, what a disaster! Reminds me of my sister’s lodgers’ cat-feeder. She heard male voices in the laundry room where it was kept. She commanded the men to come out, holding a big stick! No men in there…the cat-feeder worked via wifi to open it at certain times. The wifi had picked up another channel with voices “in the air”. My poor sister was Most Alarmed!
oh my god that’s hilarious!
“too heavy for Puffin to move”…we hope Madame is right.
So far so good!