MMM, PROTEIN!

At one of the stores on my route today there are three juvenile cats. Almost full grown. Lazy. And unbearably lovable. Naturally I stopped to pet them. Twice. They were lying in the bins for plastic bags of some dried product which I cannot remember. Whereas their eyes, colouration, and the feel of their soft fur is still crisp and sharp in my mind.

Seeing as I like animals you can only imagine what my feed is like.
Crows. Raccoons. Foxes. Plust capybaras, coyotes, and rats.


The mountain lion which was roaming through another area of the city a few days ago, was, fortunately, not in my neighborhood. Pssp, pssp, pssp, does extra large puddy tat want scritchies? Come to papa! Wuzza, wuzza, wuzza!

Yeah, um, that might not have gone well.


It's hard to calculate where nice scritchy-witchy human ends and dinner begins.
Especially when the feline in question isn't habituated to humans.
We are, must not forget, ambulatory protein.

Probably taste just like fish.

The little girl and her dad were at the long table when I got to the bakery. She waved hello after her dad told her to, then returned to her electronic device. Which seems to be in English. He and I spoke Chinese. Many Chinatown kids start life in Chinese, and by the time school comes around switch to English. Sometimes second year of kindergarten. While that means that their relatives end up more able in English -- got to communicate effectively with the little creatures -- it also means that the children's abilities in Cantonese are not quite up to par. Leastways, they aren't that comfortable with it. Maybe it's because all of them have an elderly relative who only speaks Chinese, smells a bit of camphor and menthol sore muscle lotion, and has dried things hanging from the ceiling in their cramped Chinatown quarters. Fish, vegetables, and what the heck is that thing with eyes?

You will be pleased to know that while I do indeed have dried foods in my apartment, they aren't hanging anywhere, aren't staring right at you, and have plastic bags. And I threw out the laap yiuk (臘肉) from a few years ago; it was probably past its prime. The duck liver sausage (膶腸 'yuen cheung') is in the refrigerator, and was acquired more recently.



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