Feet and Fluffy
26Jun18
We got this new cat food for the ferals. Instead of the store brand we bought Friskies, a little more expensive but maybe a little more nutritional value??? Anyway, GG smelled the new bag, and Mr. Picky who will barely eat his expensive pet store brand, was clawing at the bag wanting some. So I gave GG the Friskies. I think that brand has figured out how to infuse their food with smell that cats love and will therefore eat; but I suspect it offers little in terms of healthy nutrition. You know, cat junk food.
For the past few days, the cats have been coming up with David when he finishes his walk. This morning I was up bright and early. While David was walking, I set out bowls of cat food in the hall in anticipation of our feral guests. I left the door open and GG came in and settled at his new spot on the coffee table. Fluffy came in and wandered in and out.
When David came back, Patch followed shortly thereafter. No one else. I went down to feed the rest. Patch stopped eating and followed me down. He had his choice of four bowls of food in the hall where he could eat in relative peace, but no, he follows me downstairs and gets a little jealous when I feed the others first. Mask just comes and takes hers. Bag kind of waits for his. So does Loper. I went around the corner and was greeted by hungry Sausage and I put down food for him. Patch was following me this entire time. Enough was enough, Patch attacked Sausage and took his food. So I put some more food down for Sausage.
Bag is so polite. I hadn't fed Loper yet. Bag ate a little and left the rest for Loper. I went and fed Loper by the tree and tried to encourage Bag to come back to his food. Maybe Bag isn't that polite, maybe he's not so crazy about dry, commercial cat food. I've never seen it, but I tell you that cat can hunt. Hopefully rats and mice and not birds.
Back upstairs Fluffy was underfoot, literally. I have like a million things to do in the kitchen before breakfast: cut veggies for the juicer, count out vitamins, fix my protein drink, eye drops, refill the Brita pitcher with water which takes forever because there's weak cold water flow in the kitchen, open the sardines. Yes, I eat a sardine for breakfast -- they're good for you. One for me, one for David, and for Fluffy. The whole time I'm back and forth in the kitchen, Fluffy is right at my feet. She weaves herself in and out of my ankles. If I accidentally almost step on her, like I did this morning, she gets mad and swipes my knee. Then I have to scold her. She shrugs it off and sits on my feet. I think she has foot fetish or something.
We got this new cat food for the ferals. Instead of the store brand we bought Friskies, a little more expensive but maybe a little more nutritional value??? Anyway, GG smelled the new bag, and Mr. Picky who will barely eat his expensive pet store brand, was clawing at the bag wanting some. So I gave GG the Friskies. I think that brand has figured out how to infuse their food with smell that cats love and will therefore eat; but I suspect it offers little in terms of healthy nutrition. You know, cat junk food.
For the past few days, the cats have been coming up with David when he finishes his walk. This morning I was up bright and early. While David was walking, I set out bowls of cat food in the hall in anticipation of our feral guests. I left the door open and GG came in and settled at his new spot on the coffee table. Fluffy came in and wandered in and out.
When David came back, Patch followed shortly thereafter. No one else. I went down to feed the rest. Patch stopped eating and followed me down. He had his choice of four bowls of food in the hall where he could eat in relative peace, but no, he follows me downstairs and gets a little jealous when I feed the others first. Mask just comes and takes hers. Bag kind of waits for his. So does Loper. I went around the corner and was greeted by hungry Sausage and I put down food for him. Patch was following me this entire time. Enough was enough, Patch attacked Sausage and took his food. So I put some more food down for Sausage.
Bag is so polite. I hadn't fed Loper yet. Bag ate a little and left the rest for Loper. I went and fed Loper by the tree and tried to encourage Bag to come back to his food. Maybe Bag isn't that polite, maybe he's not so crazy about dry, commercial cat food. I've never seen it, but I tell you that cat can hunt. Hopefully rats and mice and not birds.
Back upstairs Fluffy was underfoot, literally. I have like a million things to do in the kitchen before breakfast: cut veggies for the juicer, count out vitamins, fix my protein drink, eye drops, refill the Brita pitcher with water which takes forever because there's weak cold water flow in the kitchen, open the sardines. Yes, I eat a sardine for breakfast -- they're good for you. One for me, one for David, and for Fluffy. The whole time I'm back and forth in the kitchen, Fluffy is right at my feet. She weaves herself in and out of my ankles. If I accidentally almost step on her, like I did this morning, she gets mad and swipes my knee. Then I have to scold her. She shrugs it off and sits on my feet. I think she has foot fetish or something.
Sardines for breakfast?
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