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Caturday Pootie Diary: Somebody Feed Freddie [1]
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Date: 2025-06-21
Freddie was stretched out on the couch next to me, his head hanging off the edge for some reason. I kept sneaking peaks at him, shaking my head. How is that comfortable?
Freddie sat up, suddenly, and stretched (“Goooooood streeeeeetch!”), yawned, looked at me and then at the television. “What’s this?” he demanded.
“On the tv?”
“Yes, over there!”
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“It’s a travel and food show,” I said. Pointing at the host I added, “he’s a television producer turned travel show host. He travels the world and eats good things. So you get to see the places and the food.”
“I like food,” he said.
“I know.”
“Are there any cats? Running?”
I thought about it. “There might be the occasional cat,” I said, slowly. “But probably not running. Not like in The Lion King.”
“Oh,” he said, a little disappointed. He perked up. “Food is good, though!”
I smiled at him, my heart full like it was whenever we talked. “You’re such a sweet boy,” I said.
“I know,” he replied, absently, his full attention on the screen.
“Stroopwafel!” I cried, watching the treat be made on the show.
“There’s no tuna,” Freddie said, frowning.
“Tuna would be odd with caramel,” I said.
“Everything should have tuna,” he sniffed.
We watched in silence for a while.
“Would you want to go to Amsterdam?” I asked, finally.
“Are there cats there?” he asked.
“There are cats everywhere,” I said. “And there are a lot of cities where the cats are treated very, very well.”
“Can we go there without leaving the house?” he wondered.
“I’m afraid not.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, thoughtfully.
"I liked when he ate the big fish with his hands,” Freddie said, as the episode ended.
“I think that’s a popular thing to do in Amsterdam,” I said. “I see it on social media. You have to eat fast if you’re outside, though, or the birds swoop in and grab it.”
“Birds,” he muttered, darkly.
I side-eyed him. “You’ve already proven your prowess over birds. No need to prove it more.”
“Damn straight,” he said.
"This show should have more mice. Or rabbits. Maybe squirrels,” Freddie declared.
“Now you’re just describing the videos for cats on YouTube. This is a travel show.”
“Are you saying this city doesn’t have mice in it?” he asked, looking up at me.
“They definitely have mice,” I said. “But people don’t really want to see them on a food show.”
He just stared at me, clearly confused.
“We don’t eat mice,” I said.
“Ridiculous,” he said, looking back at the television.
“Where is the man now?” Freddie asked. He was fully reclined in his feline way, while I was reclined in my very human way.
“Spain,” I said. “Basque Country.”
“That means nothing to me,” he said.
We watched for a while.
“Would you want to travel there?” I asked again.
“The anchovies look really good,” he said. “But I would only go if we didn’t have to leave the house.”
“Unfortunately no one has invented in house travel,” I said, wryly. “Other than watching other people travel on tv.”
“That’s just as good,” he told me, his eyes wide as the chef on the television prepared fish.
“Yeah,” I sighed.
"More fish?!” Freddie said, sitting up a little.
“It seems to be an important part of basque cuisine,” I replied.
“That looks really good!”
“We’d just need to get on an airplane,” I said.
“Is that outside the house?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
"Oooooh pastries!” I said.
“That’s boring,” Freddie sneered.
“You like cornbread,” I pointed out. “That’s sort of almost a pastry.”
I watching, longingly, as the people on the screen shared a slice of Basque cheesecake. “That’s on my list of things to make,” I told my cat.
“You should put those fish cheeks on there too,” he said.
“I don’t even know where to find those,” I laughed.
“Go there and bring it back,” he said, as if this were obvious. “I’ll wait here.”
“In the house,” I clarified.
“In the house,” he agreed.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! In case you couldn’t tell, we were watching Somebody Feed Phil while I wrote this. If you have access to Netflix and haven’t seen it (and don’t mind people eating meat) I highly recommend it. It’s the closest we get to world travel.
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