This is fairly intuitive, but bears saying.
Don't feed the lactose-intolerant cat a bowl of milk and keep him in the house all day.
A Gallup Poll of feline opinion will show you having an approval rating in the 90th percentile because of the creamy comestible. This rating will prove as perishable as the bovine divine dairy dish itself. Disdain will be demonstrated, most profoundly, by the fickle beast, typically manifested in several locations throughout the house. The cat's message will be quite clear - he hates your ever-loving guts and anything remotely associated with you and your aforehated entrails.
After you've gotten home, let him out, discovered and enjoyed the fragrant fruits of his disdainment (and thrown out at least one ruined bath rug), he'll come back inside and forgive you...
...for a saucer of milk.
Try buying some lactaid pills. You can mash a couple into powder and mix them with the milk before serving it. This works for humans; I've never tried it with a cat.
Posted by: Tvindy | Wednesday, January 12, 2005 at 12:51 AM
Try buying a pair of boots. You can smash them into the offenders posterior before banishing it to the outdoors. Not sure if this works for humans; I've tried it, successfully, with a cat.
Posted by: CC | Wednesday, January 12, 2005 at 09:17 AM
Is that some kind of oxy-moron?
Posted by: GrumpyBunny | Tuesday, January 18, 2005 at 11:18 AM
Here's some cheap advice: If you quit posting you'll lose all of your friends. I'm sure there's more stuff behind those crazy, bugged-out, eyes of yours. Spit it out or we'll revolt.
Posted by: CC | Wednesday, January 19, 2005 at 03:57 PM
Oh yea! a revolt! Will someone be serving sammiches?
Posted by: Corey | Wednesday, January 19, 2005 at 07:20 PM
Egg salad on wheat for me, please.
Posted by: dave | Friday, January 21, 2005 at 07:06 AM