6 March 2009

The tale of a turnip and the cat who fell in love with it.

OK, I start at the beginning, this weekend we are off to Port Fairy to the annual folk festival held there. It's called a folk festival but the mix of music is quite eclectic and caters for almost every one. any way although we haven't been in the last couple of years before that we never missed a weekend and it is a usual tradition to make a huge pot of soup before we go so that living is simple, fast and nutritious. You know the sort of soup that has every thing, loads and loads of veggies, huge quantities of soup mix containing things like lentils, split peas etc and a couple of lamb shanks thrown in for extra protein and flavour. The sort of soup that you could survive and entire winter on one bowl. The family love it and we can race in heat up a bowl and move on to the next concert. Any way one of the things that I put in this soupy concoction is usually a turnip. I had the bag of veggies, some from the garden, some from the green grocer sitting on the floor of the kitchen (yes Daisy was outside, remember the carrot stealing incident) ready for me to start grating the next morning. The turnip was on top and must have rolled out slightly. I turned around and here is Chocolate our old and quite peculiar cat getting all lovey with it (no not like that, get your mind out of the gutter) rolling on it, licking it, smooching up to it, generally adoring this poor small turnip. I called those of my family that were still awake in to witness, just in case they thought I was exaggerating, so we all stood around and watched him with his beloved. it lasted a good 15 minutes before he even showed any signs of stopping The weird thing was next morning he came in and did the same thing, pure adoration. Strange, strange cat. Needless to say that the turnip did not go into the soup and after I photographed it I binned it, ewww,cat lick all over it. so there you have it, the tale of mismatched love. does any one else's cat love turnips or nay other vegetable for that matter, mmm I wonder? The turnip
+ the cat
=love



4 comments:

Donna Maria said...

YOU have a very strange family Sus....Xx

coco said...

Oh Suze, That was such a heartwarming story. Right from the description of the soup by the way i could kill for right at this moment. You shoud write girls. I was actually in my mind in the kitchen with you and then at the Folk fair ...prsto. Maybe it is just wishiful thinking. How groovey, and poetic andhippie. Love it anyway , turnips which we Scots called neeps, are a very important component to my soup nd indeed stews are great. They have the colour of scottish heather and so are very regal for me. The cat ....well strange. Its cos it lives with all those cookie yummy men you live with. Well, i am blaming them anyway. I wish i was going to Port Fairy with yu. You make it sound such a magical place. I think, home? maybe. You are magical to me, soul sister. And boy....I love you xxx p.s we are both artists by the way and i will never forget that e-mail about souls. It was a defining moment in my little life xxx Coco

Sharon said...

It must be a black and white cat thing... My black and white cat 'Beautiful' (before she disappeared) loved and smooched tonnes of things... her favorite things were craigs boots... she would roll over them, smootch them, and purr... you could hear her from the other room...
The other black and white cats we have looked after were eccentric too come to think of it! He is cute anyway!

lisa v said...

Err, no, not veges..weird that.
I had a cat that was in love with a dress of mine. Whenever he saw it in the laundry he would try to take possession of it.