Timido - once shy, is no more....
Timmy is rather insistent on his teaspoon of cat food every morning. He seems to think that teaspoon takes precedence over anything else one might want to accomplish - like make coffee, get the paper, or grab a glass of juice.
He is insistent. He leads the way to the kitchen, let's it be known if I deviate from the path, and grapevines up and down the bank of cupboards until the tasty morsel is placed in his dish. He inhales the food (or so it seems) and is off on the rounds of the neighborhood.
He's definitely a cat with a strong personality. Acquired for keeping the mice (which came with this house) at bay, he has a set routine and is not mute about our messing with the schedule.
8:00 PM is time to sit for lap time. If one is typing at the computer, than he purposefully jumps to sit, or lie down in front of my monitor.
I think when the kids finally depart and he is till the Great Hunter of our home, he may also become one of my favorite life time companions.
He looks nothing like the African servals we once raised in a bedroom and later a 20 x 40 cage, but he does have Burundi's (the male serval)playfulness and willingness to upscond with shoelaces, pens and rubberbands.
posted by cj623
I, too, have a cat, much like your own.
He, too, thinks a lot of about daily food. Once each morning, and again in the evening, I give him a small amount of cutup deli meat. It's usually chicken breast meat. I used to give him some ham, but then read that it is not too good for them.
He turns his nose up at canned cat food.
When he first came to stay with me, (he was a stray), he only ate dry cat food. There was no peeking his interest in any other food, and I tried a variety of them.
Why do we do this? I don't know. And I can't quite remember when he actually began to prowl over me, meowing for me to feed him. I can't blame him for this.
But again, he is a terrific lap warmer. And at night, he jumps into my bed and stands on right, waiting for me to lift the covers for him. He then lays down by my side for a scratching. Once the scratching is done, he plops his body down, leaning right up against mine.
Once he's done, he's done. He moves to the end of the bed where he lays at my feet,till I go to sleep.
After I've nodded off, he pounces on me to my husband, like a frog jumping from lily pad to lily pad to announce it's time to let him out for the night. I don't see him again until the early, early hours of morning, when he comes scratching at the door.
Once in, he runs to his dish, and eyes my every move, until I finally follow "the" ritual.
Cj
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