I didn't set out to be a cat person. I always thought I'd have a dog, something medium-sized,
like a beagle. I like beagles.
But I married into a cat family. Initially, it was one kitty, a New England polydactyl named
Polly. (Not my fault. Talk to Denise.) She was a shy thing, deeply suspicious of men, until
she realized that I liked cooking real food. Involving raw meat. And could be convinced
to drop bits of fat or chicken skin in her food dish. All she had to do was wait in ambush
in the kitchen and rub against my ankles. Men are such softies.
Ten years later, we've got four cats around the place. None of them are shy.
I just keep my mouth shut and put down the food dishes...
Cats are way too cool for clever sayings. Our Cat Food Bowls are painted with a
sleeping kitty pattern in Siamese, blue or gold tiger stripe.
Cows go anywhere. Ask anyone whose fences aren't in good repair. A yearling heifer can tell
to the Ångstrom just how much greener the grass is just out of reach on the other side of
the barbed wire. They're always wandering off.
My ceramic cows are no different, it seems. But then where else would you expect to find a cow?
Our round covered Butter Dish has a cow handle on top; cobalt blue only.
Cat Food Bowls......$12.00
Cow Butter Dishes......$24.00