Rob you simply can't go on squandering the family silver like this.
Wonderfully related tail, pardon tale.
That's what my wife thought, too: after a while we gave up on buying cat food and discovered that the local butchers had a frozen product that consisted of scraps of meat minced up with fat and other meat side-products. We used to buy this by the kilo and Ann would cook paella pans of it along with rice. This stank to high heavens, and must have been partly why the neighbours tended to eat out a lot at lunchtime... the dangerous part was that once we'd split the bulk onto two large, separate plates, I had the duty of depositing these onto the grass. The cats, of course, had smelled it all along with the neighbours, and it was a bit nerve-wracking delivering the stuff with excited amimals leaping up and down, claws well out.
Interestingly, whenever it was the kitten season, these tiny creatures would be allowed first go at both plates whilst the adult felines held back. Codes of honour exist amongst animals, too, and that's without tutoring, mentoring or going on workshops. No wonder I'm convinced it's all in the genes.
However, all this didn't have a happy end. Every community meeting there would be understandable complaints about the cats, but nobody wanted them removed whilst they or their kids were here on holiday... in the end, we were away on a shoot for a couple of weeks and when we got back we discovered that there were only two males left: both had been neutered, and the rest poisoned, yes, poisoned by a self-declared animal lover and another owner in the community.
P.S. I've sometimes wondered what that frozen product was originally meant to service; tourist restaurants, hamburger joints?