Something is very wrong

Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet or
die.

Soooo, open feeding is thing of the past. His dinner gets put up when my
Lovely Bride and I leave for work (we're not dumb as stumps, we want to get
some sleep). This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to
tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong.
Martha had _left_ the dinner up, ignoring all entreaties of impending doom.
Lots of maows, pitteous bleats, head bumps against her knees, you get the
picture.

Even though the dinner is back, Rocky keeps checking after all, it might go
away again. I can tell, we're going to have restless kitties from now on.
Oddly though, Gazelle hasn't had much to say.

Paul F Austin wrote:
Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet or
die.

Perhaps switching to a low-car diet will help? Ideally, cats shouldn't
eat carbs to begin with. I suggest canned food or at least Innova Evo,
which is dry food made without grains of any kinds.

some sleep). This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to
tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong.

Of course it is!



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"Paul F Austin" wrote in message
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Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says diet
or
die.

Soooo, open feeding is thing of the past. His dinner gets put up when my
Lovely Bride and I leave for work (we're not dumb as stumps, we want to
get
some sleep). This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to
tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong.
Martha had _left_ the dinner up, ignoring all entreaties of impending
doom.
Lots of maows, pitteous bleats, head bumps against her knees, you get the
picture.

Even though the dinner is back, Rocky keeps checking after all, it might
go
away again. I can tell, we're going to have restless kitties from now on.
Oddly though, Gazelle hasn't had much to say.



Sounds like Molly. She pretty much ignores my existence. Unless or until
the bottom of the food bowl becomes visible. Then she becomes the sweetest
most affectionate cat on earth. Gentle paw taps to my face, ankle rubs the
works. She is lucky I don't have to heart to do this to her on purpose.

Jo

"Paul F Austin" wrote in message


This was Day One of the ordeal and LB called me about 7PM to
tell me that Rocky is telling her loudly that Something Is Very Wrong.
Martha had _left_ the dinner up, ignoring all entreaties of impending doom.
Lots of maows, pitteous bleats, head bumps against her knees, you get the
picture.///

Mine get free fed, but wet food is in allocated quantaties at set times.
I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of
"Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies"
routine. Of course, everyone else was perfectly happy to eat the kibble
that was down!

Helen M


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times.
I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of
"Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies"
routine.

Isis (RB) had the routine down pat. She used to have this mew that
wobbled in the middle as if to say "I'm so starved I can't even mew
properly"

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

times.
I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of
"Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies"
routine.

Isis (RB) had the routine down pat. She used to have this mew that
wobbled in the middle as if to say "I'm so starved I can't even mew
properly"

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of
"Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies"
routine.

Tyche is a piggy, but she understands that bowls get empty and will be
re filled. Kumani and Nocturne like to nibble throughout the day and
don't like the "morning rush."

But Smokey still remembers having nothing to eat, and so he's got this
"food fetish." The sight of five empty food bowls sends him into
screaming fits, and he NEEDS food to appear in the morning (so much for
sleeping till noon). We free-feed just to avoid the eardrum trauma,
because he can, and has, kept it up for hours--at the end point,
starting to bite to demand food, and you can hear him in other
apartments.

The funny thing is when he will whine and sing to get breakfast, and
you got to feed him and two bowls are still full...he just had to know
there WILL be food if it was needed...

--Fil

Lesley wrote:
times.

I was late with dinner last night, and Lily did a whole routine of
"Mommy-I'm-dying-of-hunger-and-feed-us-now-or-I'll-call-the-RSPCA-for-cruelty-to-babies"
routine.


Isis (RB) had the routine down pat. She used to have this mew that
wobbled in the middle as if to say "I'm so starved I can't even mew
properly"

LOL! Nikki used to do exactly the same thing!

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"Victor Martinez" wrote in message
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Paul F Austin wrote:
Rocky is not fluffy. He's a 20 pound, small frame tabby and TED says
diet or
die.

Perhaps switching to a low-car diet will help? Ideally, cats shouldn't
eat carbs to begin with. I suggest canned food or at least Innova Evo,
which is dry food made without grains of any kinds.

Himself has enjoyed open feeding of Science Diet Light all his life. It's
not that he gorges, it's just that he is _very_ economical in motion. Rocky
most resembles one of the Kliban meatloaf cats. He has the same paint job
and often says "Wacka-Wacka". Every one of the grey and white mackerel
tabbies has been as sweet as anyone could ask for but Rocky is even sweeter
.. We've had three male mackerel tabbies. The first two were Martha's cats.
this time, he's my cat instead of LB's. When Topaz died, Martha went to the
pound looking for a grey and white tabby kitten. Rocky had been to cute
school and practically waved his arm outside the bars saying "take _me_".
Then while Martha was making Rocky's bail, a lady came in with a small cat
carrier which contained a tiny Lynx Point kitten with a broken front leg.
The leg had been set and put in a cast but the pound lady played Martha
beautifully: "Oh, we can't keep a kitten with a broken leg, we'll have to
gas her _today_".

Martha scooped up the kitten and said "No you _won't_" and that's how she
came home with two kittens, much to Pooka's disgust.

"Jo Firey" wrote

Sounds like Molly. She pretty much ignores my existence. Unless or until
the bottom of the food bowl becomes visible. Then she becomes the
sweetest most affectionate cat on earth. Gentle paw taps to my face,
ankle rubs the works. She is lucky I don't have to heart to do this to
her on purpose.

I get the same treatment from Abelard whenever he is awake and there are no
shrimpies being served. His favorite thing to do to me is headbutting, from
behind. He gets on the back of the sofa so he's at the right level to get at
my head.