Feline Feeding Frenzy

Having 4 cats, to ensure that everyone has their fair share, I pair them up, but because one of the pairs isn’t equal (Flick has a cleft lip and an under bite and TC is a food hog), I always try to give Flick a head start on the food.

So today, after I prep their bowls, premium pet mince (for Flick and TC) in one side, biscuits in the other, I place it in the crate ready for the charge.

I had chucked all the cats into the garage when I got home from the post office today, and soon after getting the bowls ready, I spied Flick being the only cat at the front door (this place is stupidly designed, in order to get to the front door, you need to walk through the garage, but it’s also beneficial for the cats, because it’s a way they can get out of the house whilst still remaining indoors), so when I spied that Flick was alone, I quickly open up the front door to let her scoot in and close it quickly behind her before the others stampede in.

Delighted, Flick happily digs into her meal once I let her into the crate.

I then prep the 2nd twin bowls, sachet mince and gravy for Goldie and Misty on one side (because these two won’t eat raw meat), and biscuits on the other, then get that ready in the bathroom, not planning on letting them in for another hour.

Misty purposely starts meowing, “Oh come on mum, you let Flick in, we know our food is ready!!  We’re hungry!  Let us in!!”  Funny that they should be hungry.. their bribery to get into the garage was another twin bowl containing sachet food and biscuits! But I give in since they pleaded in a demanding fashion, and quickly let them in, still leaving TC outside.  So now Misty and Goldie are happily locked up in the bathroom with their dinner.

As I go past the front door again, I glance outward, and there’s TC (who never meows) with a look that says, “Seriously not fair mum!  Anyone would think you don’t love me!”

Ok, now that’s a low blow!  Then I think, why do I have him locked out, he’s the only cat that’s allowed indoor/outdoor access, I just won’t let him in the crate for another half an hour at least till Flick has had her fill.

So naturally, TC doesn’t want to go out, he wants to go in the crate and is doing several circuits of the crate begging me to let him in.  Just as I got through telling him that he has to wait his turn, Flick looks up and steps away from the bowl.

“It’s ok mum, I’ve had my fill, he can come in now”

“You sure?  You know there won’t be much left once he’s done with it.”

“I’m good!”  She smiles at me and steps aside so I can open the crate to let TC in who immediately got to the bowl to inhale the food.

TC is my biggest cat, equal to the size of my little dogs, and yet he acts like he’s starving when in fact he gets almost as much food as Flick (who I feed twice the amount compared to any of my other cats because I’m trying to fatten her up), but frustratingly, Flick likes to share, and is happy to share her meal with TC.

Feeding stress over for another day.  Flick’s eaten half the food I’ve given her, I see (which is a personal achievement) and all cats confined again so Cleo and Milly can have their access to the back yard.

The next big stress doesn’t happen till sunset and time for me to shut the back door, cutting off access to the yard, then the fun job of putting a nappy on Milly, my most senior girl, begins.  I can hardly wait till her panties arrive from Ebay, all the way from China, so I don’t have to keep relying on home made nappies.