Almost daily diary!

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

How long to cook the cat!

I received an e mail from Mum this week: ''How long to cook the cat?''!

I thought and thought. Could it be a conundrum? Had I sent an email with a spelling mistake which she was pulling me up on? Did she think the stray that we feed sometimes was worth eating if it should expire? It's as skinny as a stick insect, not much to get ones teeth into should one be so inclined! Cat instead of Turkey this Christmas? Surely not. Had she, I seriously wondered, lost her marbles?

I emailed back ''I have no idea!'' Perhaps it was some sort of 'Knock Knock who's there' joke and a witty reply would follow on soon.

Later her reply did pop into my inbox:
''FIMO silly! I made a cat with Fimo, I thought you would remember how long and at what temperature it needed to be cooked''

As it happens I do remember, around 130 degrees for 30 mins. If only I could mind read too!


Maggie May said...

Well of course you should have known it was Fimo!!!!!! LOL!
Maggie X

Nuts in May

Rose said...

Well, this title certainly caught my attention! Not knowing what Fimo was, I was still confused and rather horrified. Thank goodness you added the link:)

nick said...

Fimo, that's a new one on me. Polymer clay, huh? Just one question - why is she making a clay cat anyway? For Christmas? To scare away the birds? To go with the clay pigeons?

Rob-bear said...

This is the first time I've heard of Fima (though that's not surprising for us who live in one of "the colonies").

Hope the cat was properly cooked!

Steve said...

Fimo? What's fimo?!

the eternal worrier: said...

It would just taste like chicken anyway.

Furtheron said...

Not that uncommon round here... times of austerity you know :-)

Word veri is mycher!!!

Suburbia said...

Thanks EW and Furtheron, perhaps you have visited too many takeaways recently?!!

She is making a clay cat (to replace the one she'd lost) to decorate the 'snow house' made from a cardboard box covered in cotton wool. The cat sits outside the front door of the house and small presents fit inside the house / box. It's part of a family tradition and is a very long story in it's self!