When we got back from traveling over the holidays our lithe, agile little barn kitten had sprouted a Jabba the Hut gut. She probably gained at least a pound and looked like she'd swallowed a softball.
Apparently while we were off on vacation she did little else but eat. Hard to blame her, really. For 10 days she was alone with Jack-the-cat who hates her with a visible cloud of vehemence and her food bowl.
Aw. Food is love. Even for kitties.
Maybe because she started life as a barn cat she has food security issues. As in, if she can even glimpse the bottom of her bowl she begins a begging frenzy. Meowing, Twirling around your feet. Leaping on to wherever you planned to sit to twirl and meow in your way.
She does this even when there is a full cup of food in the bowl. If it is all around the edges, though, and not over the middle, the world is ending.
Jack's suggestion?
"Let's take a picture of her food and paste it to the bottom of her bowl."
1 comment:
Ours get annoying at 5am even though they already have food. They just like FRESH food.
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