I no longer feed my kittehs. Instead, this... thing... does:
It gives them carefully measured meals three times per day. And they hates, hates, HATES it because now all their pestering of me means... nothing. They may howl, purr-bomb, wind around my feet in figure 8's, pat my cheeks with their paws while I'm trying to sleep, the works, but they get fed when the *machine* wants, so their diet remains their diet! Bwahahaha!
TMF, BTW, is down to 15 pounds now. Downright svelte for that fat tubba lard... so I'm going to up the feed rate slightly now. Maybe he won't be looking at me so hungrily after that ;).
-- Badtux the Cat-torturing(*) Penguin
(*) Hey, a diet *is* torture. I know that first-hand, the hard way!
You're lucky TMF hasn't been stalking you with a bottle of ketchup in hand . . . er, paw!
ReplyDeleteWhat prevents one of them from copping the lion's share and becoming a fat cat?
ReplyDeleteCheers!
JzB
TMF loves to eat. Mencken loves to boss TMF around. Somehow they figure it out, Jazz :).
ReplyDeleteRandom, yeah,TMF's been looking at me with a demented look in his eye recently. Definitely a reason to increase the kibble ration slightly :).
- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin
Just wait for the revenge peeing to start...
ReplyDeleteMy guys don't do that, Bukko. On the other hand, a hairball into the furnace grate is a different story. Yum, baked cat puke, what an odor :).
ReplyDelete- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin