Feed some tinned dog food to small black cat. Tin acquired by mistake of a sort familiar to many immigrants who don’t speak the language. Had wanted to buy evaporated milk and spotted some tins immediately next to the cartons of UHT milk. Tins about the right size. Picture of little girl hugging dog. Minute print and in any case glasses tending to fog as a result of breathing through mask.
Discover at home that tin contains small pieces of meat in a sort of gravy. Much more meat than gravy. Assume that cat will be pleased, as we are soup makers and consequently our scraps thin to the point of non-existent. J feeds cat at a spot far enough from our front door that cat will not, presumably, think it is entitled to join us in the kitchen. Discover later that cat, who had followed J out to the feeding station with every sign of enthusiasm, has not been impressed. Most of the food remains for J to dispose of. Has cat, perchance, spotted tin and been offended by doggy picture? 🐾
Coal tits equally uninterested in breadcrumbs, although they seem to be fat and thriving without our assistance. Wonder whether crows at home have been annoyed by our absence. They were almost always pleased about the food.