meow...meow...meow

**happylabs** · 07-12-2011, 08:10 PM

Originally Posted by phesina

What they don't understand is, food is to be provided at Food O'Clock.

And the cat, NOT the attendant, is the one who determines just when that comes along in the humans' local time zone.

Yea they don't get that do they. However, I guess if their bellies are growling they are forced to meow about it.

Wait a minute...I doubt my guys ever have growling bellies because their bowls always have food in them.

**smokey the elder** · 07-13-2011, 07:46 AM

My slave won't fill my crunchies bowl when I demand it! Don't they know if there's ONE kibble missing, it's empty?--Diamond

**happylabs** · 07-13-2011, 07:55 AM

Originally Posted by smokey the elder

My slave won't fill my crunchies bowl when I demand it! Don't they know if there's ONE kibble missing, it's empty?--Diamond

Oh! That is what it is. There is a special count/number of pieces that have to be in the bowl. Thank you for clearing that up Diamond.

**Medusa** · 07-15-2011, 05:48 AM

I just get stared at. Coco starts it, then the rest sidle next to him and follow suit. It's funny but also kinda creepy, seeing 4 pairs of eyes just staring. No one meows or moves, just stares.

**happylabs** · 07-15-2011, 07:13 AM

Originally Posted by Medusa

I just get stared at. Coco starts it, then the rest sidle next to him and follow suit. It's funny but also kinda creepy, seeing 4 pairs of eyes just staring. No one meows or moves, just stares.

Too funny!

**tokolosh** · 08-05-2011, 12:02 AM

Originally Posted by Medusa

I just get stared at. Coco starts it, then the rest sidle next to him and follow suit. It's funny but also kinda creepy, seeing 4 pairs of eyes just staring. No one meows or moves, just stares.

I loved this

When we got Limpet, one of the things many people warned us about with Russians was their immoderate affection for food. Not to mention that she must have spent about half her early life scrounging Skid Row back alleys for enough to feed three before someone took her and her kittens to the SPCA. We determined we'd give her enough crunchies to see her through every day, and then ONCE every day at (around) 5pm, a small scoop of wet food.

And I went and had this clever idea. She was just so heartbreakingly alert and responsive and eager to figure out all our routines and 'rules' and fit herself in and become a member of the household with us. I had this lovely brainwave (I thought) that every day at wet-food time I would make a little lip-smacking noise to let her know the moment had come. Well, it worked in the sense that she caught on INSTANTLY. It failed to work in the sense that she didn't just get on with the rest of her life until the lips smacked. Instead, right from day two, she started waiting for that noise at about 2pm, and she'd station herself as close to my face as she could safely get, which usually meant on the edge of my desk just to the right of the monitor - eye-level and about 16 inches away. And then she would just sit there and look. at. my. lips. I felt like Dubya's dad. Unceasing. Unwavering. Did you know certain cats never blink? I work freelance contracts, and I hate to think how many preliminary phone interviews I tried to stumble through with a cat staring like a laser beam at my mouth atndtwitching as I framed every word. You start to gibber and flinch under conditions like that.

I had to be careful not to part my lips for the next swig of coffee until the mug was right at my mouth and hiding them, or she'd sway forwards and *almost* start the whole mad-dash-for-food by falling off the edge of the desk. And then when the signal finally came she'd get so turned inside out usually did. See, it was like all four of her feet leapt into instant action at the same time and tripped her up

She was just gorgeous, our little cat.