
Originally Posted by
Barbara
I recommend fixed feeding times. We also had a boy (a very thin one, Filou) who walked all over you when he wanted breakfast (at 3am) but he did that mainly with my husband who got up. When he was alone with me I pretended to sleep (you really have to do that convincingly

) and in the second night he usually let me sleep.
With our next generation we did not feed them during the night from the beginning and they learned well

Sydney starts working on me between 4:00-4:30am. The "decided upon by me" time is 5:00am. No matter how convincingly I pretended to sleep, he wasn't having any of that. Now, if I REALLY need to sleep some more, I have to shut him in the bathroom. (I can't just shut him in the bedroom, because he can push that door open.) The others are all patient and don't make me feed them before I get up at my own pace.
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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