So Waffles was telling me last night.

I got some lovely fresh fish. Some salmon, prawns, smoked haddock & pollack
fillet. I made a fish pie.

So there I was gently poaching the fish in milk, and I then used the same
milk (now a milky/fishy stock) as the base for a white sauce with herbs.

All the while I had a certain one-eyed, black-furred, Queen Of All She
Surveys, winding round my ankles, purring, headbutting and telling me how
wonderful I am. I told said feline that once the fish was gently poached, I
would make sure she got some to taste... Her whiskers were extended out as
far as they could be, her eye *wide* open, her tail held high, the purrs
ever louder and my ankles ever more a Borg-like combination of human/feline
mix as she entwined herself round them. Do you know how difficult it is to
gently flake fish and make a smooth sauce whilst a feline is attached to the
ankles???

I put some flakes of each fish on a plate, along with a few prawns. Feline
comment was passed as the salmon & prawns were devoured, but the haddock &
pollack were left... go figure..

So I placed the fish in an ovenproof dish, coated it with the sauce and then
covered the lot in buttery mashed potato. I then sprinkled some herbs on top
and whacked it in the oven until the potato was golden & crispy on top.

It was delicious, if I say so myself. Served with carrots & broccoli on the
side. Nathan had two *huge* helpings. I put my plate down to go and get
Nathan a second helping... when I returned, guess who had taken that as a
signal that my plate needed to be thoroughly checked for wasted fish and to
make sure it wasn't wasted???

That cat loves her fish. Francis and Marble were not interested - but
Waffles will do anything for fish...

Cheers, helen s