After the cat food fiasco, my mom has been feeding me small amounts of crunchies mixed with rice. I’m eating. I’m happy and healthy. See, mom? No bit deal. I haven’t dragged you out at 2 AM for the last two nights.
The cats are another story. Cathy doesn’t want me eating their food so she put their dishes on the kitchen counter. Creampuff enjoys jumping up. Ophelia, who’s not exactly skinny, says that waddling is more her style. So Cathy lifts he up a few times a day, hoping she’ll get the message.
Ophelia’s not into messages. I think she was spoiled rotten in her first home. But give her credit: she’s adjusted well, all things considered. Some cats hide in a closet for a whole year. Or a lifetime.
Ophelia just hides in her kitty condo.