The cats go mental for cheese - particularly value range/smart price cheap pre-grated cheese.
So I bought them some. So they don't hassle me every time I open the fridge. Or for when they do hassle me so I can give them a handfull nice and quickly and easily.
Stupid fuckwit DH (who hasn't given me any sympathy over my broken toe serious painful injury) doesn't get it and keeps chuntering about 'wastage' and 'rod for my own back' and 'idiotic sorftness'.
is he being a stupid git or not?