Follow my journey from the Dominican campo to an African village. Mules, mosquitos, and motorcycles, rivers and rowdy youth. Interesting food, intriguing cultural differences and the daily trials of an NGO worker. Feel free to post, giggle, and share with others. Live vicariously through my adventure, and of course share your thoughts. Happy reading!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
DeliCATessen (written 11.22.09)
Sometimes I give my cat more food than she can eat in one sitting, the consequence being that it’s a little less than crisp at the nth hour, due to the constant humidity in the DR. To show her disapproval, she will walk by, sniff the bowl, and head straight for the ziplock bag where she knows her food is kept, meowing each time I brave eye contact until finally, I cave, and give her a little extra fresh food on top of the older stuff. I’ve watched her eat this mixture, and she really does know the difference. No one likes mealy food, but a cat that’s closer to feral than domestic? Now I’ve seen it all!
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