Feline Fast-Food Restaurant

My home has become a Feline Fast-food Restaurant. I seem to always be on duty; "Good morning, Kitty. Didn't I just see you 20 minutes ago?" There are never all 5 of them at once looking for a snack. No, no, no, no, no. They wander into the kitchen whenever the thought hits them and gives the stare. The stare turns into an all-encompassing, ear-piercing, operatic yowl that they have so beautifully perfected. Mornings start off great but within 2 hours I'm ready for a break. Now, I wouldn't mind so much if they all came in at once and we could get the SNACK over with. It doesn't happen. They come in one at a time, 20 minutes apart, every 20 minutes.

(Yes, I give them pumpkin to help them poop. They're old, ya know)


The day starts with them all having breakfast, together. 

That works great. Yes, we are still working on the kitchen. One more door frame to paint chocolate brown but first we have to replace the frame. That door leads to our sunroom which leads to the back-yard. There's Ginny on the left joining in. She is the first one howling for food in the morning.

It's what happens an hour later when the first little hunger pain hits one of them and they start the parade of kitties one at a time, 20 minutes apart, entering the kitchen and demanding another morsel. You are probably thinking....Feed the cats more in the morning and they will be full. Well, the whole time they are yowling for food their krunchy bowl is full to the top with fresh kibble every morning. That's not what they want. They just want one more spoonful of the smelly stuff.

I have tried to ignore them and put my head in a magazine while I try to have my breakfast. They jump up and sit on my magazine and stare in my face.....like this.

"Freeloaders!"  Or they may just sit beside me and scream. I love that one.

I find myself grabbing the food container and dishin' out one more big spoonful just so I can eat, quickly......in 20 minutes.

I do believe it's a social thing. I'm eating and they should join me, so they think. It's the washing out of the bowls that can get a little ridiculous after awhile. I'm  a bit fanatical about that and would never put food in a bowl that is not completely cleaned. I hear you laughing...thinking  "ya sure".

That comes from my cat-sitter habits. So, I clean the bowls, stack them until the next cat comes in yowlin' and then dish 'em out again. 

So if I'm at home and in the kitchen this is what goes on. Of course, I am away a good part of the day feeding cats and cleaning bowls along with other stinky things and when I return I am always happy to see these 5 silly little faces. But, when home, I literally have to stay out of the kitchen.

Maybe I should start making them work for their food. Ya...that's the ticket."Here mousie....mousie.... "