RX [enters her BEDROOM carrying a small bowl of expensive cat kibble]: "Oh, there you are, Rannie! It's dinner time!"
RANNIE CAT [curled up on bed]: OPENS ONE EYE. LOOKS BORED
RX [sits down next to RANNIE and places bowl between them]: "Look! It's the good stuff!"
RANNIE CAT: PONDERS CLAWS ON LEFT FORELEG, YAWNS
RX: OFFERS CAT A SINGLE KIBBLE "Here!"
RANNIE CAT: BARELY ACCEPTS IT. TRIES FOR A BITE OF RX'S FINGERTIPS ALONG WITH KIBBLE.
RX: "See? It is the good stuff!"
RANNIE CAT: IGNORES BOWL
RX: FEEDS CAT ANOTHER KIBBLE, AVOIDING TEETH BY OFFERING IT FROM A HIGHER ANGLE.
RANNIE CAT: [in a strange little high-pitched voice] "Nom, nom, nom nom."
RX: "Okay, I'll leave the bowl here here and you can finish."
RANNIE CAT: POINTEDLY IGNORES BOWL.
...Really, unless she can bite you and complain about having to, eating is just no fun for that cat. Meanwhile, the Striped Stomach That Walks had gobbled his supper and was tapping at the door, wanting a chance to see if there were any leftovers from his Goth sister.
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You are the Cat Whisperer ... ;-)
Yuup. Cj (Girly Girl 10#) & MAX (Big Hungry Boy 15#). Same thing.
Feed me. And God forbid you leave a pan with pork fat on the stove if it has had time to cool..
I have dogs, so I don't have this problem. In fact, my sheepdog will start staring me down when it's time to eat (she can apparently tell time), then start barking non-stop until I fill her bowl and put it down for her.
And don't even ask what she does when my wife brings Chinese home...
How is Rannie managing to survive with only one servant?
Huck does, in fact, summon me when it it time to eat. His morning habit (stealing small items frm my dressing table) starts promptly at 5:50 every morning, unless my alarms go off earlier.
Evenings, he begins more subtly, with long, wistful looks at me and his bowl.
So in a way, he's Rannie's servant, too.
I'm having flash backs to this morning. Except both kitties are male, and the food in question is gushy. Oh, and the emo twit wakes me up with yowling at 4 am for the privilege of licking the glistening surface off his food and ignoring the rest. I still haven't stooped to spoon feeding the little black starving nuisance... yet.
Not that we spoil them or anything...
...and Sparrowbane does the "knocking things off the dresser" gig too.
Huck will actually grab things and go scampering out the door -- his best to date have been my (heavy) ring of house keys and my large, pilot-type wristwatch. Both of which I now keep where he can't find them.
We have GOT to get audio of that little eating noise... :)
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