Yesterday's Condo
Gabby was being a bit tortie temperamental this morning. She had to show me that coming for breakfast was second to using the scratching post. Testing was no problem other than rather than eat the first installment of breakfast, she wanted to watch the world from under the dining room table. If I moved a chair, she'd move to a new spot so I couldn't easily reach her. In the meantime, Gizmo ate half of what was in each bowl. When Gabby finally deigned to return to the kitchen, she didn't want what was in her bowl, she wanted what was in Gizmo's bowl. Cats! Oh well -- mission accomplished -- Gabby was tested, fed, and got her insulin.
Gabby was being a bit tortie temperamental this morning. She had to show me that coming for breakfast was second to using the scratching post. Testing was no problem other than rather than eat the first installment of breakfast, she wanted to watch the world from under the dining room table. If I moved a chair, she'd move to a new spot so I couldn't easily reach her. In the meantime, Gizmo ate half of what was in each bowl. When Gabby finally deigned to return to the kitchen, she didn't want what was in her bowl, she wanted what was in Gizmo's bowl. Cats! Oh well -- mission accomplished -- Gabby was tested, fed, and got her insulin.