ArlenRic Productions - chaucer’s frozen saucer -
pouched bugs... de-caf wolfie... doh by doze... mouse meat... ruffled feathers... sofaaa, so good!! defoxxification... table scraps... snooze puddie... the woowoo... ooouch!! the manx... melee gloriosus...	Chaucer's Saucer Chaucer the cat was waiting for me at the barn door when I arrived to do the morning milking. It’s Chaucer's responsibility to put the run to any little varmints who infiltrate the barn. In return Chaucer gets goat’s milk straight from udder to saucer.
This morning the milk I poured into Chaucer’s saucer wasn't fresh. It had been frozen some weeks before and Chaucer wasn't fooled one little bit.He took one sniff, turned his head towards me and gave me a dirty look as if to say "You expect me to drink this stuff?" Chaucer, however, bowed to necessity, lapped up the questionable substitute then left the barn without a backward glance.
It was several weeks before the does started producing again and fresh milk once again filled the pipeline to Chaucer’s saucer. He could hardly contain himself. He purred. He rubbed against my legs with his tail held high and fluffed. When the warm, foamy cream splashed into his saucer he took just three or four laps then leapt from his perch and bolted out the door. After a few minutes he returned. In his mouth was a mouse which he dropped at my feet. Chaucer looked up at me as if to say "Man! I needed that! Thanks for the cream". This mouse is for you"

ArlenRic Productions
- chaucer’s frozen saucer -

de-caf wolfie...

Chaucer's Saucer
Chaucer the cat was waiting for me at the barn door when I arrived to do the morning milking.

It’s Chaucer's responsibility to put the run to any little varmints who infiltrate the barn. In return Chaucer gets goat’s milk straight from udder to saucer.

This morning the milk I poured into Chaucer’s saucer wasn't fresh. It had been frozen some weeks before and Chaucer wasn't fooled one little bit.He took one sniff, turned his head towards me and gave me a dirty look as if to say "You expect me to drink this stuff?" Chaucer, however, bowed to necessity, lapped up the questionable substitute then left the barn without a backward glance.

It was several weeks before the does started producing again and fresh milk once again filled the pipeline to Chaucer’s saucer. He could hardly contain himself. He purred. He rubbed against my legs with his tail held high and fluffed. When the warm, foamy cream splashed into his saucer he took just three or four laps then leapt from his perch and bolted out the door.

After a few minutes he returned. In his mouth was a mouse which he dropped at my feet. Chaucer looked up at me as if to say "Man! I needed that! Thanks for the cream".

This mouse is for you"