Grey. Mr. Laid Back. Not any more. Now we have agitated. Distinctly displeased. The object of his displeassure? Behold:
Ok, it's actually the little kibbles in the object to which he objects. This is Grey's favorite feeding station. Our little drama started when I'd noticed that he threw up twice last week. I'm not really concerned, he's clearly getting plenty to eat but, while cruising the isles of my local PetSmart yesterday, my eyes lit upon Eukanuba's "Sensitive Stomach" formula. Decided to give it a shot.
It was decidedly not a hit with the big boy. One nibble and he spent 10, count them 10, minutes trying to cover up the food with the floor. Now the floors are oak, pretty tough stuff, but I was actually starting to worry that he'd hurt them as his scratching became more and more frantic. He's a pretty powerful cat! I tried distracting him. Unsuccessful. I tried picking him up and moving him away. Howling protest. Our boy returned to the bowl to continue to try to dispose of the offending food stuff. Do you know how long 10 minutes is with a possessed cat scratching at the floor?? Finally he abandoned his efforts and stalked off.
The end? Of course not. After a couple of hours, he came downstairs again and started all over again. My nerves were fraying but I stayed strong. This morning, I came downstairs to spend a relaxing few minutes with my cereal, coffee and book. *Sigh* He was right behind me, and once again began to try to bury what should have been his breakfast.
After work, and a nice crowl with the Grumplekins, I settled down to dinner. Oh yes, you guessed it, he was at it again. And kept it up. The entire time I was eating. I think there's a message here... I'm not going to eat in peace until he gets what he wants.
I'm conflicted. The other residents like the stuff and have been munching enthusiastically. Do I switch this food to another feeder or engage in a battle of wills? I've never let one resident rule when it comes to food. They get wet food at least once a day and usually two types of dry are available for free feeding variety. If someone doesn't like something, they've got options. But Grey really seems to be stuck on making the point that he wants food he likes in this feeder. I'll give it another day or two and let you know if he gives up or if I finally capitulate.
On the bright side, Grey and Greyzini (aka Annie) are still hanging out together. Constantly. This is what the bed usually looks like when I walk in. Sometimes, they're even closer (not touching yet, though). Looks like Grey does, indeed, have himself a girlfriend! This makes me very happy... for both of them!