All About Our Cats.

The trusty ferals.

Isn't it strange how quickly a habit forms in animals? Show them once and they never forget especially cats. They even set their internal clock by it and oh boy, woe be the person who doesn't repeat the treat in question. Even our little darling can turn into a moody teenager who does nothing but irritate her father. Meouw-ing an hour nonstop will test the best of nerves.

But what is even more funny is the newish development of our feral contingent outside. The two boys, tomcats and dare I say brothers, have decided to become landed gentry in our garden. The garage has turned into their castle and I into their personal food dispenser. Yes, they are as punctual as clockwork and as choosy as our moody teenager inside.

Having a real soft spot for them ( of course I can't yet tell them apart ) I do try and feed them nice enough morsels, which in this case is the generic version of wet cat food and a few handfuls of dry cat pellets. They fight over one brand and leave the other. Keeping track of purchases gets rather complicated as our princess will only eat one luxury brand and those two outside are suddenly discovering their taste buds, now and again leaving food they don't like for whoever. Laugh, but once you'll have a cat you'll know!

As I am only going shopping tomorrow, the only food left for the boys is of the dry variety...food is food and in any case, there are plenty of rodents about, cat sushi! Well, so much for that thought...one of the boys has taken to positioning himself in plain view outside our kitchen window so that I can be guilted into giving him his usual for dinner...as if!
Eh, I nearly weakened to open a can of Miss Mausi's best, but that would seal my fate and that of all the generic food they would never touch again.

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