Cats are Brats

10Aug17

Yesterday, I fed the cats as usual. When I left later in the morning, Patch, Mask, and Fluffy followed me pretending like they hadn’t eaten yet. Well, the only one who hadn’t eaten was Mask because her bowl was still full. When I pointed that out, she quickly claimed the rest of that food for herself. As hard as it was, I resisted the urge to feed them twice.  

When I came home, Mask was lying on the chair by the entrance. I spoke calmly to her so she wouldn’t spook. But she spooked anyway and darted away. I didn’t even reach out and try and touch her.

This morning as I came down the stairs, I looked out the window and saw Fluffy and Bag lying next to each other. Fluffy was laying on her back with her paws in the air, Bag was right next to her. Their relationship is more than procreational because for absolutely positive Fluffy is missing an ear tip meaning she is fixed.

Yesterday, I guess I didn’t come down the stairs fast enough for his satisfaction, Loudmouth greeted me midway on the stairs. In his anxiousness to be fed first, he hissed at Fluffy. This morning Loudmouth simply meowed until I made it to the front. I fed him first. 

Bag was hungry and started eating out of Fluffy’s bowl. So I fed Fluffy in Bag’s bowl. I didn’t know that would be a problem. She followed me as I fed Patch and Mask and she kept trying to eat out of their bowls. As Patch and Mask led me to their feeding spot, I managed to touch their tails that were sticking straight up into the air. They didn’t hiss or anything, just trotted a bit faster. Fluffy, at my heels, kept putting her nose into the brats’ food.  I told Fluffy to follow me, and we went back to her spot under the tree. En route, I managed to pet her head. I added a tiny bit more food to her (Bag’s) bowl and that seemed to satisfy her.

The social structure of cats makes no sense whatsoever.