One of the cats has had issues keeping the food down lately. You know what I mean. It was becoming a daily occurrence. And I was cussing daily.
I don’t like to cuss.
I have switched their food, but no luck.
So after I caught Harley hurling his food and then immediately running back to the bowl for more, I had a clever idea. (and I realized my cat might suffer from bulimia)
“Hey, how about we don’t leave the food out 24/7 for you to eat, throw up, and then eat again”
Yes, it did take me a few weeks to come to this brilliant idea.
So, I have been picking up the food bowl in the early evening, and putting it back out in the morning.
The other two cats are rolling with it.
But Holy mackerel, you would have thought I was starving HIM to death.
So, yeah, I saw him yesterday…texting a plea for help to PETA on my cell phone.
He got as far as:
“ hep me i hungy and dat mean laty..
No dice buddy. Welcome to real ‘cat’ life.
Geeze… and I think long distance charges would have applied.
Now I wonder, should I change the password on my computer?