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A richer relation of Six Dinner Sid

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Cupidinours Fri 22-Aug-25 21:26:03

Hi all, I’ve just joined Gransnet, I have a cat and looked for cat feeders, the automatic ones but can’t find anything , so, I wonder if you cat lovers out there know or use any microchip activated cat feeders that last for 7 days? I have another 6 dinner Sid who comes into the garage, hence the chip activated one, thanks all.

Allira Tue 18-Mar-25 17:20:24

FriedGreenTomatoes2

Our Yorkshire Lass has a cat. 10y old and weighing in at a hefty 6kg. When the vet weighed him last week she said “he’s not in Channel 5 territory yet” (referencing programmes about animals that are unusual I assume) “but we’re getting there”.

This feline has been on a strict diet but steroid treatment and local ‘feeders’ are the problem. He came home the other day smelling of curry on his fur yet no curry had been eaten in his own household!

Such a greedy puss. 🐈‍⬛

DD's cat is 9kg!! Not fat, just huge.

AuntieE Tue 18-Mar-25 17:05:57

Indigo8

A tabby tom, a little on the pump side but looked well cared for, moved in and made himself at home. After two weeks he disappeared never to be seen again by us.

About two months later he was sighted, by our neighbour, entering the front door with somebody he obviously knew in the next road down.

Did his owners leave him to the tender mercies of the neighbourhood while they went on holiday? We will never know.

Perhaps he had been left in his old home when the family moved house, and was on his way to join them, but needed a rest.

We had a cat visitor when I was a child who obviously was on a long haul - our own cats accepted him, apparently knowing he hadn't come to stay, although you could have fooled the humans in the household, as Marmaduke (my name for him, due to his being the colour of Old English Marmalade) slept on my bed.

One day, he got up, ate breakfast and went on his way. We never saw him again, or knew where he was heading for.

lixy Tue 18-Mar-25 15:03:25

Brilliant poem, thanks!

My neighbour is a ‘feeder of cats’. There are four who regularly hop over the back gate to her kitchen!
No idea who any of them actually belong to, but then cats don’t belong to anyone do they? They just deign to share a space.

Hellogirl1 Tue 18-Mar-25 14:01:10

I love it Elegran!

Elegran Mon 17-Mar-25 15:46:15

In my mind's ear, I can hear this sung to the tune of Burlington Bertie. I don't suppose either of them ever paid for their excellent dinners.

FriedGreenTomatoes2 Mon 17-Mar-25 12:15:57

Our daughter just wishes people would stop feeding her greedy cat. She’s asked all her nearby neighbours not to. But he’s getting fatter and not by her “mum I’m at my wit’s end they’re killing him with kindness. He can’t hardly squeeze himself out of the cat flap now and I refuse to widen it. He’ll be housebound and my offerings recommended by the vet will slim him down - until he can go wandering again. Sigh.”

Indigo8 Mon 17-Mar-25 12:08:02

A tabby tom, a little on the pump side but looked well cared for, moved in and made himself at home. After two weeks he disappeared never to be seen again by us.

About two months later he was sighted, by our neighbour, entering the front door with somebody he obviously knew in the next road down.

Did his owners leave him to the tender mercies of the neighbourhood while they went on holiday? We will never know.

Shelflife Mon 17-Mar-25 11:59:24

Thank you Elegran , love it !

FriedGreenTomatoes2 Mon 17-Mar-25 11:53:00

Our Yorkshire Lass has a cat. 10y old and weighing in at a hefty 6kg. When the vet weighed him last week she said “he’s not in Channel 5 territory yet” (referencing programmes about animals that are unusual I assume) “but we’re getting there”.

This feline has been on a strict diet but steroid treatment and local ‘feeders’ are the problem. He came home the other day smelling of curry on his fur yet no curry had been eaten in his own household!

Such a greedy puss. 🐈‍⬛

LovesBach Mon 17-Mar-25 11:44:22

This is lovely - and so typical. When we were moving house, back in the seventies, the current owner was anxious about 'Byron', the stray cat in the garden - she had been feeding him for some years . We assured her we would continue to do so. He was a fine, friendly black and white chap. This arrangement continued for at least eighteen months. One day I took in a parcel for a lady across the green; on delivering it to her that evening, I was surprised to see 'Byron' standing beside her when she opened the door. His name evidently was Charlie Hawkins, clearly another 'Six Dinner Sid' as he had persuaded several neighbours in the area to feed him. Unwilling to upset him, we continued with our friendly arrangement, reducing the amount he was given.

Elegran Mon 17-Mar-25 10:48:08

Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones —
In fact, he’s remarkably fat.
He doesn’t haunt pubs — he has eight or nine clubs,
For he’s the St. James’s Street Cat!
He’s the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat of fastidious black:
No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back.
In the whole of St. James’s the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats;
And we’re all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats!
His visits are occasional to the Senior Educational
and it is against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
And the Joint Superior Schools.
For a similar reason, when game is in season
He is found, not at Fox’s, but Blimp’s;
But he’s frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and shrimps.
In the season of venison he gives his ben’son
To the Pothunter’s succulent bones;
And just before noon’s not a moment too soon
To drop in for a drink at the Drones.
When he’s seen in a hurry there’s probably curry
At the Siamese — or at the Glutton;
If he looks full of gloom then he’s lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton.
So, much in this way, passes Bustopher’s day —
At one club or another he’s found.
It can cause no surprise that under our eyes
He has grown unmistakably round.
He’s a twenty-five pounder, or I am a bounder,
And he’s putting on weight every day:
But he’s so well preserved because he’s observed
All his life a routine, so he’ll say.
And (to put it in rhyme) `I shall last out my time’
Is the word of this stoutest of Cats.
It must and it shall be Spring in Pall Mall
While Bustopher Jones wears white spats!
By, T.S. Eliot
Illustration by, Edward Gorey
Paws & Purrs 🐾,
The Professor, Kitty Clowder Cat Ambassador

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