Food Fright!

My two cats will not eat canned cat food made from beef products. Will not touch it. We don’t buy most types of cat food made from seafood, because the smell is gawdawful. That leaves poultry and sometimes tuna. And why don’t you ever see pet food made from pork? I strongly suspect every bit of the pig is fed back to us humans one way or another.

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81 responses to “Food Fright!

  1. I mistakenly brought home cat food, 2 varieties, from the grocer’s close-dated bin. Tasted it, added both cans to the next freezer soup collection, have now forgotten which one that was, but none have tasted bad, and I seem no worse for the experience. Don’t tell Janis; she might lose her lunch. Peace,

  2. Looked up Tibetan “spaniel.” They weigh little enough to be accepted by this townhome assn. [20#]. They also look small enough to yap rather than bark. Our 3 dogs barked, which I prefer. I like dogs, but am spoiled. We owned a fenced, double-deep city lot, so dogs and cats did their business on our land. Here, I’d have to walk it on a leash, with a bag and pooper scooper. No thanks.


  3. Along with others of us. I have 17 cats and I react like Janis.

    They are now outside cats but they would like to be inside if given the chance.


  4. Tibetan spaniels were bred to be superb lookout dogs on Buddhist monastery walls. They never bark, even for days, if there is not some genuine trouble worth barking about. Our Tibbies most often have had a rather gentle “Arf!”—yep, just like Sandy, a dog bark I have seldom heard in person. But they can “Arf” spiritedly too—but only when really excited.

    When *was* the last time Ludwig made a sound? I’m sure I don’t know.

  5. emb – I think most cat food would be perfectly fine, as long as you eat it only occasionally. My nephew used to love to graze the Purina Cat Chow (hard cat food) on the rare occasions he visited his grandmother. The problem is that pet food is not as rigorously controlled for quality as that consumed by humans, so you are taking a risk if you make it a large part of your diet.

    Unfortunately, even food for human consumption has risks. Look at the recalls we’ve had in recent years, and incidents of illness and death from people eating contaminated greens and from ice cream and other refrigerated food contaminated by Listeria.

    My sister had a cat that LOVED tuna (a fish that is often contaminated by mercury because it is so long-lived and therefore picks up a lot of it by the time it gets large). She fed him canned tuna for people every day, but after a few years he developed nerve degeneration. The vet said it was mercury poisoning and she switched him to chicken and he improved a little.

    Caveat emptor.

  6. From the ‘next’-previous page, ‘decomposing’ and ‘fragile mystic’: well punned good fellows. Just the right balance of snicker and groan. Tasty morsels of comedy’s less savory nuggets.

  7. Morphy, how’s this one?

    Kermit the Frog approaches the woman at the loan application desk and notes that her name tag reads: Patty Black. The Frog says, “Excuse me, I’d like to apply for a loan.”

    The woman, very surprised that a talking frog was in her bank immediately refuses, saying, “We only work with humans, no animals can get loans here….besides, you don’t have any collateral.”

    The Frog hurriedly pulls a little troll doll out of his pocket. “Yes I do! Take my Troll. She means the world to me.”

    At this point the woman is upset and goes to the bank’s President. “Sir, there is a frog outside trying to get a loan from us. He won’t leave and he says this troll doll is enough collateral!”

    The President takes the doll, looks it over very carefully and says, “IT’S A KNICK KNACK, PATTY BLACK! NOW GIVE THE FROG A LOAN!”

  8. TruckerRon, as for Janis and the compulsive hand-washing, the smell of the cat food takes a long time to wear off if you don’t wash it off right away.

    As for the pun, it got me laughing.

  9. My FFA class in Moundville went to watch a hog butchering done by our local country store. Got to see the basic process of bleeding, cleaning and skinning. The final cutting was done in the store so we didn’t see that. Interesting to watch them soak it in a hot tub of water with lye prior to scraping off the bristles before they could skin it. Never had known they did that.

  10. Jackie spent fall and spring one college year killing, soaking, scraping, skinning, cutting, grinding and rendering various animals.

    Mostly pigs.

    Highly trained butcher. I weighed 110 pounds and a half a pig weighed more than me. I had to heft a half over my shoulder and carry around the butcher shop.

  11. This was right after I went back to college after regaining my senses and deciding I wanted a college education instead of serving drinks in a bunny suit.

    Maybe my mind wasn’t right still?

  12. A few years ago, a comedian lamented the fact that his cats would turn their noses up at the expensive cat food he bought them, even though they licked their own butts. His opinion was that someone could make a fortune if they introduced “butt-flavored” cat food.

    And yes, when young I went to the slaughterhouse with the hogs that had been raised on my grandmother’s farm and observed them being put down* and dressed out. Back at the farm, I helped stuff the sausage into casings, helped wrap the chops for freezing, and helped render chunks of fat meat into lard and “cracklings” in large cast iron pots over wood fires. I learned at an early age that meat doesn’t magically appear in shrink-wrap packages at the local market.

    It was a few years later that I learned about bunny suits.

    *I also learned a life-long lesson about firearms safety by seeing how a single .22 short cartridge headshot, fired from a short-barreled rifle, could literally drop a 200-lb hog in its tracks.

  13. I have asked that same questions about pork cat food many a time, especially when one of our cats is trying to steal a pork chop or piece of bacon from our plate. Almost every cat I have ever owned goes pig-stink crazy over pork product. I actually wrote Frickies once to ask that, got back some meaningless canned response.

  14. Nancy in Bucks Co., did you bring home any scrapple? While on a tour of Scotland with my mom I discovered haggis is nothing more than Scottish scrapple.

  15. Woke up so went to clean pantry and eat a strawberry peach banana smoothly. I am back feeling better and want ing to eat and cook. Tearing out the dishes clutter and reorganizing the kitchen helps.

    Got cookbooks all organized and edited by subject.

    Today I begin doing same thing to books in living room beginning with gardening books and books on cartoons today. Big category.

    Purging and thinning.

  16. My rural grandma said that when they processed (how’s that for politically correct?) their pigs that they used everything but the squeal, and that they sold to the railroad. Boy, do I miss her.

  17. Speaking of leftover animal parts:

    The old chief took the young boys of the village with him to watch the men cut up a bison. After the various cuts of meat were sliced off, the bones given to the village women to use in toolmaking, most of the organs to be used in feeding the dogs, and the hide taken away for tanning, the men gave the chief an odd little organ which he carried away from the village and buried in a hidden spot.

    One brave boy spoke up and asked the old chief why he had done that. He replied, “That’s the one part of a bison we’ve never found any use for. The white man thinks we use all of the animal. We have a reputation to protect.”

  18. I don’t endorse this, but I found it semi-logical:

    Buffalo Theory

    A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo, much like the brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. The slowest buffalo are the sick and weak so they die off first, making it possible for the herd to move at a faster pace. Like the buffalo, the weak, slow brain cells are the ones that are killed off by excessive beer drinking and socializing, making the brain operate faster.

    The moral of the story: Drink more beer, it will make you smarter.

  19. Finally, this one:

    Religious Cowboy

    The devout cowboy lost his Bible while he was mending fences out on the range. Three weeks later, a buffalo walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. The cowboy couldn’t believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the buffalo’s mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, “It’s a miracle!”

    “Not really,” said the buffalo. “Your name is written inside the cover.”

  20. TruckerRon, those are great. It’s the little incongruity that tickles the laugh out. Giggling about it is more fun than explaining why it’s just not right. I first heard the Kermit story dressed out as a newlywed mortgage application with Miss piggy thrown in to round out the scene. May have been a license taken by the Catholic priest who told it.

    Mark, thanks for the StraightDope link. I suspected it had more to do with the sensibilities of the wallet holder than the fur bearer. But always good when ‘Cecil’ agrees. Hadn’t read that column in a long time. Added back to my reference list now.

    At the mention of his lovely assistants Una and Fierra, I was reminded of Ghost’s former harem, er, workplace.

  21. Google did turn up a pet food company with juicy pork cat food but this blog won’t let me post the link. I tried and it vanished. Look up

  22. Morphy and others, I am working on replacing Ghosts harem for him. Right now it’s just me and two others. He needs more, he is indeed one of those men who like women and women respond to.

    Luckily he uses his super powers for good.

    Every birthday I do something completely irrational and off the wall. So, this year I am opening a retail store on the busy part of Main Street next door to the new large beauty salon.

    The shop would of course market to women.

    Waiting for a price to lease space.

  23. Jackie, well when your a certain style of man, harems seem to materialize out of the desert sands. I only recognize the phenomenon through observation, unfortunately. Happily though that particular style of man is also such good company, it really is hard to hold a grudge over it. My only caution is to be sure the headcount is high enough that my own beloved would remember to leave at the same time I do, usually in the same direction.

    I had read you hinting at a new enterprise. I find that thrilling and hope for you the best.

  24. When I moved here long ago I intended to open a shop exactly like I am planning. My husband opposed it for many reasons, all valid. I never did it but I think small town main streets matter.

    A lot.

    We are stuck here steadily until this time next year, no traveling because of chemo, radiation and surgery. This is a project to get us up and moving and keep us stimulated and involved.

    And we have help to help us while we help them.

  25. Ok people, it’s broad daylight. Get up and eat breakfast. I am.

    THEN do something useful. I am going for a walk with Ghost and Dickens down Main Street on a Sunday morning and put nose prints on some window glass.

  26. Where I live, emb, the grass is long enough that a pooper scooper isn’t practical. When I have to walk Marcia’s dog, I turn the bag inside-out. Then, I use it as a glove to retrieve the waste material and turn it rightside-out again. (I prepare the bag in advance so that I don’t have to play with it outside, and the muck ends up at the bag’s bottom.) Sometimes I wonder if putting it in plastic like that is a Good Idea, because there’s nitrates, sulphates, phosphates and other fertilizing stuff in there that we’re taking out of the environment by the ton. Maybe in the long term, our descendants will wish we hand’t been so wasteful.

  27. Via Jackie, from elsewhere on the InterWebNet: A Roman walks into a bar. He holds up two fingers to the bartender and says, “Five beers, please.”

  28. Here is what we are having for dinner tonight. I have a pound of peeled shrimp in fridge that requires using. I will serve with broccoli as pictured and some kind of grain.

    This recipe is from a Utah blogger. Sounds wonderful because I too always have these ingredients on hand in pantry. Standard items.

    This would work with chicken equally well if you don’t do shrimp

  29. Side: Good point.

    Mark: MMG is funny. If a different Villager had posted that, some might declare that making light of “God’s Words” was “offensive.” Peace, and I mean it.

  30. Yummy yummy! The Ghost has baked his delectable beer bread which is so good it goes with anything or nothing.

    Added yellow saffron rice and squash to dinner, along with broccoli and bread.

    Smells good in there

  31. Oh my, emb. If you insist on bringing it up again, then I will oblige you with a response. I call this false equivalency. Mother Goose’s plumber is clearly responding with humor to the slight leveled against his trade practice. He returns the wit in kind by using the same reference. I have a fairly wide definition of humor. One that even allows for a zombie Jesus, even if that doesn’t actually tickle my particular fancy.

    I have failed to see humor in your effort at questioning the legitimacy of ‘that kid’, and have not been offered an alternative interpretation. Your returning to the subject at this late date suggests that you are not even fifth-time shy of making fun where you have been told it is impolite. Your bashful claim of innocence seems insincere. I for one continue to receive it as anything but peaceful. And believe that despite your chosen word, that is exactly how you intend it.

    Again, if anyone can show a different way to read emb’s offering I am willing to consider it.

    Mark, I did find the comic funny at first reading. And have had that small joy removed by this later interaction. Please do not read me as upset with your presenting Mr. Peter’s joke. It was worth sharing.

    Ghost, I also liked your Roman bar patron. I immediately thought of Steve McQueen’s infamous mug shot. Same gesture, different meaning intended.

  32. Good night all. I think I will hesitate before posting such a joke here again as I don’t wish to be the focus of dissension for opposing camps.

  33. Apologies, Mark, that I contributed to your feeling that way. I will be glad again when you post more good humor. Your reference section seems deep.

  34. Morphy: Obviously, you keep as close watch on posts as I do. Therefore, I assume you read this:
    on 13 Jan 2018 at 9:19 am #
    Back online for the first day [actually yesterday] since 6 Jan., 2 of those days with a dead land line. Tedious going through that many days of 17-20 comics on Gocomics.
    This was in this morning’s online paper [I also get the print edition.]. I’m thinking of sending a donation.

  35. 1. While I was offline, I wrote lots, but will not waste my time posting it all here. Excerpts:

    This response is delayed /, once again, I’ve lost online connections; cannot email & cannot look up info I need. I apologize for being flippant, but only that. It was an off-hand remark, but apparently I was casting a Daredevil, & some eagerly pounced. I am not surprised. BTW, …, Elaine & I [since 2010, I alone] have done a great deal of theological reading & discussion. She, presumably, now knows as much as she cares to.
    This, in contrast, is not an off-hand response. Two brief recollections. In our 30s at BMC, now BUMC, when I was moving from standard college agnosticism to devout if unorthodox Methodism, Olive was a delightful, conservative 70ish Sunday school student. When I doubted the “virgin birth”, she said “You’re saying Mary was a whore!” We still got along. Marion, much younger, but a few years my senior, just died at 90. She was a fellow devout skeptic, but feisty, & also a craftsperson. At her funeral, pastor had hung 4 of her decades-old church banners, one new to me. It said, “Doctrine divides, Service unites.” I believe no pastor had ever displayed that one, though most would have agreed w/ it. TBC

  36. Jackie, one mention of one of your favorite foods. There is a Pho shop in the food court of Woodland Hills Mall on the upper level now. And there is a place called Pho Licious listed out at 81st and Harvard. Haven’t tried either since that’s not my thing, but thought you and Ghost would like to know.

  37. 2. Also, some of you have jumped to a wrong, but more offensive conclusion. I do not simply question the claim that the mother of Jesus of Nazareth was a virgin. Rather, like many clergy & also lay Biblical scholars, I regard the birth stories in Matthew & Luke as pious legends. That his mom was named Mary seems likely, given later references in the gospels. All 4, BTW, were anonymous. Church fathers assigned them saintly names around 100 CE.] That her husband was “Joseph” is less sure. There is little later reference to him, & isn’t it handy that an earlier Joseph went to Egypt?

    That scripture contains legends does not deny the importance of the Hebrew Bible & the New Testament. It takes into acct the nature of ancient cultures, & the extent to which oral traditions were handed down long before these accts were written. Scholars generally agree that the gospel named “Mark” was penned about 50 CE, a generation after Jesus’ crucifixion, “Luke” & “Matthew” about 70 CE, & “John” [the 1st suggesting Jesus was somehow God, & the 1st anti-semitic gospel] about 90 CE, 60 years after the crucifixion. John of Patmos, the widely acknowledged author of Revelation, was a different guy, though one Bemidji pastor doesn’t know that. TBC.

  38. 3. Funny: Nobody takes offense at anyone’s flippant “as God intended” [a post while I was in cyber-limbo] but referring to “that kid” & his real dad yields fire & brimstone, plus the serious omitted possibility above. “God knows”, “as God intended”, & other casual mentions of Elohím are, quite explicitly, violations of the commandment not to take the name of God in vain, the 3rd in both Exodus & Deuteronomy. My Abingdon Bible Commentary [’60s gift /UMC BSU students] notes that this includes “light, irreverent, or insincere use of the of the name of God.” I use “as God intended” lots, but seldom swear using “God” or the name of any prophet. I’m also more interested in the Seven Deadlies than in the 10, either Exodus or Deuteronomy, on the courthouse lawn. TBC

  39. 4. In addition to slander and other comments here, I’ve received two e-mails. One thanked me for my comments. The other said I’d made “a very troll-ish statement.” To my knowledge, on the net, trollish statements are made only by trolls. I was not amused. The best image known to me of an online troll is here: . Unfortunately, even though the URL says 2018/01/01, clicking on it may get you the most recent Pibgorn. Pibgorn is not daily, it is irregular, but it will take several clicks to get back to this troll at his worst. It’s worth it. TBC

  40. 5. Morphy also wrote, “Everyone recognizes that emb did intend his curiosity of ‘that kid’ to reference the baby Jesus. No one offers a different interpretation. emb makes a conjecture that is eqivalent to accusing Mary of promiscuity & giving false testimony to hide her actions, suggesting that the cuckolded Joseph is raising another mortal man’s son, & that there existed a man who escaped public derision & responsibility by Mary’s denial.”
    As noted above, this is an unwarranted conclusion. Further, to write as though there was a serious question as to whom I referred is ludicrous. I hid nothing; my referent was obvious. But that I and many others, devout and otherwise, question virgin birth and the two birth accts in toto, is theologically serious. It means we have no basis for knowing anything significant about Jesus’ birth: time, place, other circumstances. A census is mentioned, but that’s not how Rome took censuses, and the one under Quirinius [sp?] took place in 6CE. Imagine forcing all in a province to voyage to their birth cities, even without their families. And Jackie, the notion of “acceptable Methodism”, excepting for a few congregations someplace or other. Lots of UMC clergy and lay scholars question a literalistic reading of lots of scripture, though some avoid doing so openly. This is also true of others, fewer of whom are free to do so openly. I believe it was an RC monk who said, “Everything in the Bible is true and some of it actually happened. One more.

  41. 6. I forgive all who have jumped to shallow conclusions about me, or deliberately implied that I am godless, deceptive, untrustworthy, theologically naïve, or simply stupid. Making no promises, but, for me this is becoming a toxic environment. I can find better things to do w/ my time. Some of you may have chosen unwisely. You have made your bed. Now lie in it. Peace?

  42. Ding, Ding, Ding. Break, retire to your neutral corners and wait for the bell. No low blows, no rabbit-punching.

    And further, “you don’t tug on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind, you don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger.”

    Or to put it more simply for those who have trouble understanding: Don’t poke the grizzly with a sharp stick.

  43. Yesterday’s strip- I”m with Arlo! Altho I did drag myself out for a walk…and then ended up at Braum’s! Came home with a chocolate malt. 🙂

    And today’s made me laugh as well. THank you Jimmy! So much goodness….

  44. Lordy but I often dislike those who profess religion. I don’t mind anyone who privately believes anything or privately disbelieves, that is their choice.

    It is the preaching or efforts to educate me that is annoying I suppose. You can entertain me all you like and I will laugh just don’t take yourself so seriously.

    And try to see some humor. Humor me with humor.

  45. I did get in an 18 mile walk. I used some compression socks that seemed to help keep things together. A lot less soreness. I am going to walk 26.2 miles in West Lafayette on April 7th for my 20th marathon completed. The first 16 I ran and the last 4 I have walked the entire distance.

    April 7th also marks the day that I will have lived as many days as my Mom. I know that’s a weird thought, but she was taken suddenly at age 61 and while I recovered fairly well, there is always a bit of her on my mind. Of course I tend to think up trivial stuff like this anyway. It will also mark the one year anniversary of my brother-in-law’s death. I will say a prayer for both and hopefully both will be with me in spirit….I hope that doesn’t offend anyone. 🙂

  46. Steve, I’ve got a little over two decades to go before I catch up with my mother, and almost two to reach my father’s age. If I’d been born when they were, I probably wouldn’t have lived as long as I have, so there’s still hope.

  47. Had I been born at the same time as my dad, I’d have outlived him by just 2 months when I had my cardiac arrest. He had his in 1989, alone in a motel room. I had mine in 2009 in a public place close to a fire station.

    I still need to live about 6.5 more years to equal my mom.

  48. Trucker Ron it is all about being at the right time, at the right place. I have no idea how much longer my mom would have lived had she left 1 minute sooner or 1 minute later before her accident. All time is precious and we learned to make the most of the time that we have.

    I joke that I do all of my long runs (now walks) at a park that has a one mile loop. So on Saturday, I went around it 18 times. But, there is a bathroom, access to my car where I can get something to drink and a Police/Fire Station right next to the trail. So if something were to happen, I could probably get quick aid.

  49. Seconding the chocolate malt yummy. For years from teen to young man, I was a more is better kind of guy always adding just a touch more malt on yet one more spoon before mixing. Then in fatherhood rediscovered hand dipped goodness at a local owned shop recreating a soda counter decorated with Hannah-Barbara characters. You probably have something similar near you, closed in winter north of the sunbelt. We usually had simple single-scoop cones of exotic mixes. One day tried a basic chocolate malted milk shake.

    It was like a new world of flavor was opened by the understated malt note that allowed the chocolate to sing a new song. I’d done it wrong for probably six or seven years. Still a favorite place to stop for a treat, and a memory.

    Maybe it was just a higher quality of ingredient. I suppose I cannot know for sure.

  50. Best one I’ve had so far was made in a Ghirardelli’s chocolate shop. Better quality chocolate definitely made a better malt. I used to like Ovaltine much better than any of the chocolate syrups on the market for mixing at home.

  51. I met an assistant manager at the local Braum’s who insists on making my chocolate malts for me. And I must say that she makes the best I’ve ever had.

  52. Llee and Ghost, I had passed right over the name Braum’s earlier. I just thought it was a one off or small local chain that I wouldn’t know anyway. But at second mention I turned to the always open tab, Wikipedia.

    I like the story and concept. The limited range for quality assurance really speaks to my experience in a once thriving corporate restaurant that failed through not respecting that ideal. I’m curious if the food products are equally remarkable. Or is it really just the dairy products that stand out?

    Mark, I also have a soft spot for the Ovaltine brand. Cannot really explain why. It was not part of my childhood, and I can’t really say it tastes better than others, just different. For now I attribute it to the vitamins giving a good feeling that I can’t describe as something else. Like how distilled water does not refresh as well as water with a little mineral content.

  53. Hi Galliglo, If mine are part of your inconvenience, I apologize to you as well. The explanation without excusing my action is that if I walk through a room, and know that someone is discussing me personally, I am very likely to respond rather than pretend it did not happen.

    I hope the other subjects are more to your liking.

  54. Braums has some incredible ice cream of highest quality and complex mixes, yet at populist prices.

    My late mother in law loved them. She’d order a double waffle cone which they run at $1.79 often and she’d exalt that at home in Lafayette, Louisiana she would have to pay $6-$7 for one as large and equal in quality.

    She spoke the truth.

  55. Braums also runs small groceries as part of their shops selling their dairy products along with their baked goods, breads, vegetables, fruuts, meats. I buy their grocery products more than anything else.

    Am exhausted tonight. I have been purging and rearranging books, donating books to sales or giving away. I have given the boat building books to the museum and Farley Boat Works in Port Aransas. They lost everything in the hurricane.

    Trying to get living room looking awesome again. Ghost has office in there. Right now and I have made a mess. Sofa is covered in books I am giving away.

  56. That Braum’s neon sign. I guess I don’t know how it appears in real life. But in print on the screen, that waffle-cone, wrapped in that direction, around the bare shoulders of a vanilla scoop, with a bold scoop of something red (strawberry?).

    Once I’ve decided, I now cannot -not- see it. It makes me think of a Rita Hayworth type stepping into the nightclub, holding her wrap tight against the San Francisco evening air, just before she says, ‘hello fellas’.

    Anyone else?

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