I have 4 cats. Mealtime is as follows: 4 cats come over to me and bother me to go feed them. One winds around my ankles, another taps me on the arm, claws just barely out to get my attention, and yet another meows like a squeaky hinge. The other one reclines nearby on the floor and stares at me.
When I do feed them, i have to put arm-tapper in his own room with a bowl or the ankle winder and the recliner wolf down their food then come take his. The meower won’t touch wet food, only kibble. She gets hers after the boys are set with their wet food, or she’d get shoved aside as she’s very small and non-dominant.
The lesson of the story? If Rose got another cat, Peekaboo would quickly find that finickiness meant going hungry.
I have 4 cats. Mealtime is as follows: 4 cats come over to me and bother me to go feed them. One winds around my ankles, another taps me on the arm, claws just barely out to get my attention, and yet another meows like a squeaky hinge. The other one reclines nearby on the floor and stares at me.
When I do feed them, i have to put arm-tapper in his own room with a bowl or the ankle winder and the recliner wolf down their food then come take his. The meower won’t touch wet food, only kibble. She gets hers after the boys are set with their wet food, or she’d get shoved aside as she’s very small and non-dominant.
The lesson of the story? If Rose got another cat, Peekaboo would quickly find that finickiness meant going hungry.