One of my cats is on a prescription diet. I'm hoping it's as temporary as the vet thinks it will be, because with the cost of the food, he should be pooping gold nuggets. This makes feeding time extra interesting because we have a) the youngest who is on prescription food who occasionally takes over an hour to eat, b) creamsicle cat who is already on medication to encourage him to eat and now eats a normal amount at a normal pace but is not adverse to having a bit more if its available just so he can puke it up later in the most inconvenient spot, and c) our house panther who is the cat equivalent of a vacuum. What this means is that all three cats have to be fed separately.
I swear, it's like playing musical cats. Feed creamsicle cat in the kitchen his food, like a normal cat. Lock the house panther with his food in the bathroom. Then take the youngest his food upstairs and feed him in the locked bedroom. I can't feed him downstairs because he's become super obsessed with the outdoor cats AND because if he takes too long to eat, creamsicle cat with scarf down his food as well. And then puke.
Once that's done I get exactly 60 glorious seconds of quiet. After 60 seconds, house panther realizes that he is locked in a room and WHAT IF HE IS LEFT THERE FOREVER? This is when the caterwauling starts. Mrr-ow. Mrrr-ow. As soon as he is released, he heads straight for any food bowl he can spot and immediately starts licking it clean.
My next stop is upstairs to see if the youngest has eaten his food. If he has, great!, all is well. If he hasn't, then I have to keep the other two out for an hour or two to see if he's interested in eating them. Sometimes he is. Sometimes he isn't. At 13lbs it's not like he's wasting away to nothing, but I would prefer he eat the food especially since it's expensive.
Thus concludes the circus that is feeding time at my house.
I swear, it's like playing musical cats. Feed creamsicle cat in the kitchen his food, like a normal cat. Lock the house panther with his food in the bathroom. Then take the youngest his food upstairs and feed him in the locked bedroom. I can't feed him downstairs because he's become super obsessed with the outdoor cats AND because if he takes too long to eat, creamsicle cat with scarf down his food as well. And then puke.
Once that's done I get exactly 60 glorious seconds of quiet. After 60 seconds, house panther realizes that he is locked in a room and WHAT IF HE IS LEFT THERE FOREVER? This is when the caterwauling starts. Mrr-ow. Mrrr-ow. As soon as he is released, he heads straight for any food bowl he can spot and immediately starts licking it clean.
My next stop is upstairs to see if the youngest has eaten his food. If he has, great!, all is well. If he hasn't, then I have to keep the other two out for an hour or two to see if he's interested in eating them. Sometimes he is. Sometimes he isn't. At 13lbs it's not like he's wasting away to nothing, but I would prefer he eat the food especially since it's expensive.
Thus concludes the circus that is feeding time at my house.
