Our Eating Habits

I've been meaning to post on the eating habits, both human and feline, of the residents of Westcatt. So, bon appetite.

To begin, the human eating habits. Laurel and I have settled into a fairly smooth domestic routine, where I cook on Wednesdays and she cooks on Thursdays. Thus far, this has turned out to be a delicious arrangement. However, we quickly realized that our dietary differences required some special menu planning. For, you see, Laurel is a vegetarian and I am a meatatarian. Actually, I'm more of a cheeseatarian. So, we decided that we should write our own cookbook, for others in our situation. We'll call it "Cooking for Two - When your roommate is a vegetarian and all you eat is bacon and cheese." Actually, I'm guessing that this would be a best-seller, since it's an accurate reflection of the eating habits of most American households.

A look in our fridge will also tell you, usually, what day of the week it is, who is in residence, what point at the semester we're at, etc. For example - if the bottom shelf is full, that means that it's a Tuesday night and I've just gone grocery shopping. If there is a gallon of milk present, Lizz is home. If there are two or three gallons, Jared is visiting. If there is nothing but hot pockets, chocolate ice cream and caffeinated drinks, it's probably the last two weeks of the semester. Empty pizza boxes scattered around the apartment may also be a good indicator of this.

And now, the feline eating habits. Po and Cleo are fed two or three scoops of very expensive dry food everyday. Occasionally, they also get a can of wet food, but Po turns up his nose at this simple fare, preferring such delicacies as rocks, leaves, dust bunnies, and my hair ties. Po, also the more active hunter, will occasionally forage around the house for food. Thus far, he has stalked and killed the following delicious and nutritious prey: 5 black hair ties, 2 gray hair ties, a foam hair curler, an unmeasured amount of styrofoam, a book, a picture, 3 packages of Easy Mac, something yellow, my baby cactus, and the tails off of all his mice.

Po, in his infinite craftiness, has also perfected several foolproof methods for getting Laurel and I to give him treats. These include: hiding under my bed, running outside, running into the basement, and being adorable. He has also identified me as the source of tunafish, clams casino, and indeed, almost all the meat in the house, and takes advantage of that whenever I am in the kitchen. However, his greatest triumph lies in securing his favorite food: cheese. He does this by faking injuries and getting Laurel to give him pity cheese. Or by licking it off the stove. Yummy :)

Saturday Evening Exploits

This evening Jilly and I watched Whip It! and decided it's time for us to start our own reckless sports team. Jilly suggested quiddich, but I'm all for something much more daring and dangerous, perhaps running alone through Syracuse at night carrying a bag with a giant money symbol on it? Whoever can outrun the muggers wins... and gets to keep the money. I know for a fact the streets of Syracuse are dangerous, we drove up behind a car with the license plate "HAMBRGLR" yesterday... so this is where that rascal has been hiding, I haven't seen him for ages...

Oh, and be careful on E Fayette Street, according to signage on that street it is prone to random teeter-totter obstructions. I know, I know, it's a warning that there may be playing children in the area, but wouldn't a boy chasing a ball be much more appropriate for the sign? Not unless someone invites the fat kid to play on the teeter-totter and it becomes a child catapult. Now THAT would make for an interesting driving experience through Syracuse...