Thursday, September 30, 2010
Why is it?
That little Miss Becky has to have "just one bite more?
Of my four cats, two are grazers. They'll eat a little, then wander away, come back, eat a little more, then wander away again. The other two are vacuum cats. Put them in front of a food dish and they won't leave until they have licked the bowl clean.
This causes a problem when I feed them all together, because the vacuum cats (Leon and Rachael) will finish their own food, then go over and finish the grazer's (Becky and Gina) food. So, I separate them when they eat. Leon and Rachael go into the little bedroom to eat. There is water, a litter box, and a nice soft bed by the window for them, after they are done eating. I leave them in there for an hour, maybe an hour and 1/2 if I let time slip away from me.
After a while, my grazers will apparently decide that they have had enough. They'll settle down in their favorite napping spots and the food will sit, uneaten. Until, that is, I decide that it's time to let Leon and Rachael out. Every day, twice a day, as soon as I head for the kitchen to pick up the uneaten food, Becky stampedes out there with me. You'd think she hadn't eaten anything. She just has to get to that dish before I do, so she can have that last little bit of food. You'd think that she thought that she was going to starve, before her next meal, if she didn't have one last chance.
So, I stand there, look out the window at the bird feeders to see of the turkey ladies or anyone else is out there (last evening there were three skunks feasting out there so that was fun), and wait until Becky decides that she is done, and I can pick up the dishes.
Sigh, oh yes, I am, indeed, the servant of these cats.