Sometimes, when I’m watching our daughter’s cats (Moncton and Preston) I sleep on her couch. That way, I can feed them, spend some time with them and then feed them again in the morning. I am almost always there by 5:00 pm and up by 5:00 am, so they really don’t have to wait to be fed. An additional treat lies in the fact that, unlike the primary resident, I am not a vegetarian, so they get to steal some of my dinner. I give them a generous portion of food, a late-night snack, and if I feed them when I first get up, I might put a little more food out for them before I leave.
I’ve been feeding these two clowns for many years. I know the routine, but that doesn’t stop them from attempting to fool me into feeding them early:
“Really, this is when mom feeds us!”
– Moncton 1:46 am
In addition to when and how often they are supposed to be fed, Moncton also tries to rewrite the rules about venturing outside and Preston makes it known that all soft stuff brought into the building is his to sleep on. Oh, and anyone sleeping on the couch becomes part of the couch, and when accessing the back of the couch, it’s OK to use the human’s face as a stepping stone.
I do love these guys, but I wouldn’t mind a quiet period from 10:00 pm until 5:00 am.
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