So at 10:45 AM I got up and fed the boys their wet food breakfast--they both cleaned their plates--normally their next meal would come around 6 PM. At 11:45 AM Jack was sitting at the top of the steps meowing his adorable little red head off. I yelled from the computer and asked what his problem was and he stopped meowing for about 5 minutes and then it started again. I knew something was up, I honestly thought that he was mad I hadn't scooped yet today and needed to potty and wanted it cleaned first. So I said "take me where you need me son!" So's we went down the steps, through the living room and into the kitchen, where he proudly sat in front of his dry food bowl and stared at me. I said "Oh, and just what do you think I am a short order cook?" He meowed again and stared. So's he and Harley had their dinner at noon.
It's gonna be a long time til breakfast....
Leslie
It's gonna be a long time til breakfast....
Leslie