welcome to the cat hotel. there’s 1kg of coffee and 720 teabags available

firstly, I want to get something off my chest. Those awful adverts for eyelids-in-crumbs dispensary Iceland where that creepy orange manchild Peter Andre dances around exclaiming about super-cheap nonsense food. Haway. Peter Andre would never, ever shop at Iceland. But, if there’s one man who will be used to blowing his wad on a cheap prawn ring that can satisfy up to twenty punters at once, it’s Jordan’s ex, Peter Andre.

SO, enough of that. Today’s post is introducing one of our secret weapons – the Shed!

When we moved into our current house, we were amazingly lucky – tonnes of space and storage. Well, actually, not that lucky, the old dear who lived here before us died mid-poo and bless her heart, hit her head off the loo on the way down – which was tragic, but also (whisper it) a smidge vexing as it caused a very slow leak and soaked the bathroom floor – what a way to go though, we call her Elvis. We live in a very ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ type of street, with pretentiously named houses such as ‘Willow Cottage’ and ‘Tena Towers’ (might be a fib, that one) lining the paths. So of course, we immediately endeared ourselves to them by changing the name of our house to something a little more graphic. Maha.

 

For the first year, we did nothing more than internal redecoration and completely ignored the tip-top shed down the side of the house, which, when we ventured inside, was chock-o-block with old tins of paint, Presto carrier bags, British Telecom bills, boxes and boxes of old papers, white dog poo etc. Once we cleaned that out, however, we had ourselves an empty shed just ready to be filled with the inevitable accoutrements you’d expect from two manly, burly men living together – perhaps petrol lawnmowers, barbecues, chainsaws and other various penis-replacements. Nah. Not us.

No, we fitted a magentic cat-flap, added a flower box, carpeted the inside, added water bowls and an automatic food-dispenser, spent £90 on a cat-tree and opened the ‘Cat Shed’ up to our cats, who were just at the stage of venturing out the house. We were worried that they’d get wet outside and mew sadly at our back doors. The stress was getting too much hence the Cat Shed. They loved it. Well, Bowser did, Sola is a snotty cow who still sleeps in the compost bin just so she can come in the house smelling of rotting grass and give us dirty looks.

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Bowser enjoying the cat hammock I fashioned from an old hanging basket frame and his cushion. Nice!

But how does this link to bloody Slimming World, I hear you sob. Well. Despite the Cat Shed being the main use, we decided to build a ‘store’. Now, I’m not one of those hoarders and I strongly feel there is little chance of me dying alone surrounded by soiled underwear, newspapers and empty Kitekat tins. But take a look at this:

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This was, without doubt, one of the best things we’ve ever done – and it’s normally a lot more stocked than that. What you see here is a bank of all the things we use a lot of on a Slimming World diet. We buy big whenever there is a great offer on, and keep the shed stocked. It means we can always rustle up a meal even if we have ‘nothing in’ – because how easy is it to ring for a Chinese when all you have in the fridge is a limp lettuce and FROMAGE BLOODY FRAIS. So what do we keep in ‘bulk’?

  • Branston beans – I can’t do cheap beans, they taste like pebbles in bumwater to me. At the other end of the spectrum, Heinz beans have gotten to be so sweet that diabetes is a serious concern. We buy slabs of beans from Costco for £7 for 24;
  • passata – a lot of SW recipes are tomato based, and we buy our passata from Aldi for 29p or so for the carton;
  • sugar free drinks, teas and coffee – so much cheaper at Costco, as long as you go for whatever is on offer;
  • tins of carrots, peas, butter beans, kidney beans, chickpeas – they’ll last forever, and are perfect for chucking into stews, shepherds pie, all that sort of nonsense, again always buy big when there is a deal on;
  • onions and potatoes – we used to buy the potatoes in the plastic bags from ASDA, but they’d invariably go green or sprout despite being in a closed cupboard. Now we buy a massive paper sack of them and keep them in the shed (cold, dark) and one £3 lasts a bloody month, and ditto onions;
  • that plastic container is full of things like ‘Pasta and Sauces’, noodles, instant mash – basically syn free cheats;
  • pasta and rice – all sorts of varieties, but again, it’ll last until the end of days.

I can look in my shed and make a superfree meal from whatever is in there, and it does stop us from ‘falling off the wagon’. If you’re going to have a lot of food in there and you don’t have cats mincing in and out, get a few mousetraps to stop them nibbling. Poor little buggers. Go for the humane ones at least!

So – the moral of all this blathering on. I mentioned in a post earlier in my blog about planning, and this plays into that big-time. By ensuring we can never go hungry, we don’t have a reason to cheat on the diet. And we’re lucky, because we have the space to do this, but it could be done on a smaller scale – maybe keep a few trays of veg and tins in a cupboard upstairs or something. That way, you’ll never need to ‘make do’. Plus, we save a lot of money doing this, because we’re not ‘on-the-spot’ buying all the time. Anyway. That’s enough from me.

Oh, actually, before I go, another Iceland advert with Peter Andre just came on the telly where he was travelling by bus. The permatanned human niknak would never travel by bus. But, if there’s one man who will be used to riding a sweaty box capable of accommodating up to sixty men at once with an impressive top deck, it’s Jordan’s ex, Peter Andre.

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5 thoughts on “welcome to the cat hotel. there’s 1kg of coffee and 720 teabags available

  1. Lmao at the house name, very fitting. I would love to have the space for that amount of tins, not just from a SW point of veiw but being a household of 6 it would deffo come in handy. Suppose if i get rid of the kids bikes…… hehe

    • I think you have missed a trick – nip the kids’ bikes down to the pawn shop, get the winnings, buy slabs of beans and box off one of their bedrooms for storage.

      It’s just GOOD parenting! Haha 🙂

  2. I would love to do something like this but I have a cat who has been known to eat kitchen roll, bread rolls and once got into a 12pk of meaty crisps! Unfortunately he already has a stomach disorder so these were not well tolerated, especially the kitchen roll! My two would love the cat hotel though….although if it was something we did especially for them and spent money on, no doubt they would ignore it and sleep on the bin! Getting back to the whole planning idea though, I couldn’t agree more. I always plan what we are going to have meal wise and always have lots of free stuff in the cupboards. Its the old saying,”if you fail to plan, then plan to fail”.

    • Bugger! Why didn’t I see this, you must think I was terribly rude not replying!

      Part of me would love a cat that ate everything because I’ve always wanted a super-fat-cat, but perhaps not one that ate crisps! Glad yours didn’t suffer too badly – a friend of mine had a dog that ate a pair of tights and they only discovered the problem when it was trying to ‘drop the kids off’ in the garden and every time it pushed the poo out, it disappeared back in! Sorry, I know that’s crass but I love telling the story!

      I’ve fallen this week because I haven’t been able to plan, but we’re back on it and hoping to maintain 🙂

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