|Doesn't look like a monster, does he?|
Why is he suddenly a monster? A little thing called canned cat food (and this is how it all began). He started out asking for breakfast at 7 a.m. Every morning, I make not one, but three trips to the kitchen to feed him. He must have his food in small portions, otherwise he just licks at it and pushes it around the dish until it's all mooshed up and gross.
It gets worse. His "breakfast time" keeps getting earlier and earlier, and his growing addiction to the stuff is driving us both crazy. He will sit on my pillow, beg and whine into my ear, and then paw at me until I get up. What began as a 7 a.m. breakfast, has moved to 6:00, then 5:30 and then 5:00. This morning the clock said 4:50 when the call came. When he is serious about eating, there is no putting him off and still sleep. So mama drags her weary butt out of the bed and trudges to the kitchen, pulls out the food and starts the feeding process. After the third serving, I close the bedroom door and hope he is sated for a couple hours while I catch a few more zzzz's.
|How about now?|
Rosie has a look that will turn you into Swiss cheese! In other words, he'll stare holes in you until his needs are met.
So what's feeding time like at your house?