Saucer Dairy sits on forty green acres at the end of Clover Lane, where eleven cows, six goats and one extremely serious cat named Pudding make milk for cats who deserve better than a bowl. We have been pouring since 2018, when Ottoline Wick first noticed that her cat would only drink from a saucer, and a wide one at that.
Everything we sell is milked by hand at dawn, cooled in the stone cold room and poured into a saucer, usually by a very patient grandmother who hums. We do not hurry. A hurried milk, Ottoline says, tastes of worry.