Hubby and/or son feed them as soon as they are awke in the mornings. Allen won't get out of the bedroom door before he's yammering for his food. So whomever's up first will be pushed down the stairs to the kitchen by a starving kitty. If its my son, the boys will be fed overly-well - he just dumps a ton of food in the bowl. Hubby actually follows the "half cup for each cat" directions.

Allen eats on the little kitchen table (too small for us humans to eat at) and he STANDS on the chair, with his paws on the table and eats. Pouncer eats out of his very own special Mikasa Chirstmas candy dish. Only the finest for my little boy.