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Last night, Penny came up to me as I sat on the couch and meowed at me. I thought she was just looking for attention, but no, she wanted dried chicken treats, please.
So I obliged her, and tossed some all around the room like I usually do - the cats seem to prefer "hunting" their treats rather than accepting them by hand. More fun, I guess.
I scattered them in several areas of the room so that each of the three had a "territory" they could hunt and eat their "prey" in. OK, nothing new or different there.
Penny was chomping down on the back of the couch to my left, Ginger was wandering around the periphery and Ferris was hunkered down on the floor in front of the TV, happily pigging out.
Penny, as you may or may not know, is a complete and utter glutton. Once she ate up "her" treats, she started to hunt out the other treat pieces that were scattered about.
There were several pieces on the floor around where Ferris was. Penny came up behind him and started to sniff at a piece that was about 8 inches away from Ferris, and then Ferris suddenly whipped around to face her, growling, ears flat, pupils HUGE.
Penny backed off, he turned back to what he was eating. So she tried to edge in again to get to that one little piece she wanted, and again, Ferris whipped around and growled louder, and the look on his face scared ME.
It was a totally feral, I'm going to fight to the death if you come one paw closer kind of look. Ooooo-eeee, it was pretty serious!
So Penny, smart girl that she is, decided to move on and hunt elsewhere, as there were still plenty of bits of chicken scattered in the room away from Ferris. So she did. Now she's in the cat window seat, again happily chomping away on chicken bits.
This is when Ginger decides to take a stroll by Ferris. After seeing the way he treated Penny a moment before, I was on guard, as I didn't want him attacking my poor, innocent Gingerkitty.
However, to my surprise, he simply sat up and calmly watched Ginger as she walked right up to him, sniffed at him, sniffed at the very piece of chicken that Ferris had just prevented Penny from touching, and then she walked away, tail in the air.
Not one growl from Ferris, not an ear twitch, nothing.
I was all, well I'll be darned!
Then Ferris got up and went in the other room to conduct some important cat business. That's when Penny saw her chance, and went back over to eat the piece that she had wanted that Ferris wouldn't let her have.
These cats, I'll tell ya, they keep things interesting!
So I obliged her, and tossed some all around the room like I usually do - the cats seem to prefer "hunting" their treats rather than accepting them by hand. More fun, I guess.
I scattered them in several areas of the room so that each of the three had a "territory" they could hunt and eat their "prey" in. OK, nothing new or different there.
Penny was chomping down on the back of the couch to my left, Ginger was wandering around the periphery and Ferris was hunkered down on the floor in front of the TV, happily pigging out.
Penny, as you may or may not know, is a complete and utter glutton. Once she ate up "her" treats, she started to hunt out the other treat pieces that were scattered about.
There were several pieces on the floor around where Ferris was. Penny came up behind him and started to sniff at a piece that was about 8 inches away from Ferris, and then Ferris suddenly whipped around to face her, growling, ears flat, pupils HUGE.
Penny backed off, he turned back to what he was eating. So she tried to edge in again to get to that one little piece she wanted, and again, Ferris whipped around and growled louder, and the look on his face scared ME.
So Penny, smart girl that she is, decided to move on and hunt elsewhere, as there were still plenty of bits of chicken scattered in the room away from Ferris. So she did. Now she's in the cat window seat, again happily chomping away on chicken bits.
This is when Ginger decides to take a stroll by Ferris. After seeing the way he treated Penny a moment before, I was on guard, as I didn't want him attacking my poor, innocent Gingerkitty.
However, to my surprise, he simply sat up and calmly watched Ginger as she walked right up to him, sniffed at him, sniffed at the very piece of chicken that Ferris had just prevented Penny from touching, and then she walked away, tail in the air.
Not one growl from Ferris, not an ear twitch, nothing.
Then Ferris got up and went in the other room to conduct some important cat business. That's when Penny saw her chance, and went back over to eat the piece that she had wanted that Ferris wouldn't let her have.
These cats, I'll tell ya, they keep things interesting!