If there is anything grosser than sautéing liver in butter, I don’t know what it is.
We live with cats. Many cats.
It is a multi-cat household.
I am a cat lady.
We want our thin “senior citizen” cats to bulk up.
I fried the liver for the cats.
One of them is bulked up. She’s just like me. She sees me eat; she eats. There is a symbiosis between us.
But if we put her on a diet, then the thin cats also go on a diet. They want crunchies in the bowls at all times so they can eat on their own schedules. Cat one: 11:30. Cat two: 2:00. And so on. And if the food is there, my overweight cat also eats it. There is no solution to this problem.
“Bulk up,” we say to the thin cats.
Sometimes they’ll eat tuna in oil. Lately no. They wanted albacore tuna in water. Now they’re tired of that. Salmon. No. Absolutely not.
They’re tired of canned cat food.
In despair I searched the supermarket. Would they eat cheap fish? You never know. The chicken liver is fattier, though. You fry it up, you chop it in the blender, and voila! Fat cat meat.
I fried it in butter so they would bulk up.
So far it seems that my twin, the cat who is just like me, will eat it. But, alas, she’s not supposed to eat it.
The other cats look at it with no interest.
How can they not want fried liver?
Honestly, this generation of cats is so picky. The first generation (’80s) and second generation (’90s) loved chicken, chicken livers, turkey, etc. These 21st-century cats don’t like human food at all. That tells us something about the hormones shot into the food.
What are you feeding your cats? There are some raw meat recipes online for cats, but I don’t want them getting salmonella.
There must be something they’ll eat.
Okay, a couple of them are back on canned cat food. Thank God!
THE INTERNET. I have a love-hate relationship with the internet. When I was in London, it was a relief to come home at the end of the day and write my blog. The same people read it everyday; we keep under the radar, and no truly nasty cyberstalkers bother to leave comments anymore; I’m trying not to offend prima donna bloggers (yes, occasionally I’m mocking, but I was brought up among the witty and sarcastic); and I enjoy keeping up with the blogs on my blogroll. Blogging is not like writing for publication. It is a performance for myself.
But I must admit that when I came home I went into internet shock. There is good writing on the internet, and there is bad writing on the internet. I was trying to find some well-written new blogs to read. And if you read enough bad stuff, you really wonder what you’re doing.
My family doesn’t read my blog. That, I think, is a good thing. Partly it is because most of them write, and writers don’t always like other writers, especially when they’re in the same family. I could tell this with my aunts, who wrote family histories and memoirs and self-published them at Kinko’s. Neither ever mentioned the other’s work.
And so I’m not really surprised that they all think I’d be better off writing something else.
What, I wonder? I’m not a fiction writer. I’m not a poet. I simply refuse to write any more articles about State Fair food.
Well, maybe I will. Do you want to hear about turkey on a stick or bacon cupcakes? Ugh.
I did recently find some wonderful blogs mentoned at AbeBooks Reading Copy, “20 Booksellers Who Blog.” So thank God! I’ve found some good new blogs to read, and I’m justified in continuing Mirabile Dictu.
WHERE ARE THE ONLINE BOOK FESTIVALS? As you know, I am an unregenerate literary fan. No matter how bad the event, and that short story panel at Daunt Books was a huge disappointment, I will find another event to attend. (N.B. the writers on the short story panel, when I could hear what they said, were phoning it in from their Creative Writing 101 classes. Since I grew up in Iowa City, I thought, What? And I’m sure some of the other gray-haired fans in the audience were amazed, too. Most of us were too old for the discussion taking place.
Since I missed the Oxford Literary Festival, I thought I’d check it out online, because I wanted something on a higher level.
But there are no videos, as far as I can see.
What a disappointment!
I did, however, find a video of a very interesting panel discussion sponsored by the London Review of Books in 2010, “The Author in the Age of the Internet,” with John Lanchester, Nicholas Spice, Colm Tóibín, Mary-Kay Wilmers and James Wood.
I watched 30 minutes of it, and here’s a surprise: Toibin is very funny. I laughed aloud at much of waht he said, and some things that the others said. They were all fairly positive about the internet in the first 30 minutes of the discussion. Now I’m sure the gloom and doom part comes later–the discussion is divided into three parts–and so of course I want to see what develops.
I have been reading some fascinating books lately, if you want to know, and will shortly be telling you about them. This is the week I catch up with award-winning literature. Not The Luminaries, though. That’s much too long.