artisanal film reviews | by maryann johanson
Thu Jul 17 2014, 11:14pm | 4 comments
There’s fish in that thar bagel, and the cat knows it. (At Lady Dinah’s Cat Emporium, in Shoreditch.)
I want to hang out at a Cat Emporium too, dangit!
That is so cute.
Funny thing–my cat has no interest whatsoever in fish. She drank tuna water when I was still eating tuna fish (I don’t anymore), but that was the extent of it. If I make fish now, I’ll see if she wants some, but she turns up her now.
Chicken, OTOH, well, that’s another story! I’ve actually seen her try and drag a half-finished chicken breast from my plate (I was done with it and didn’t bother paying attention when she was sniffing around the plate on the coffee table). She’ll wolf down tiny bites of chicken when I tear her off little chunks until she’s had enough, usually after three or four bites.
Not gefilte fish?
There wasn’t any on the menu. :->
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