I slept in. The cats, especially Jake and George, worked to get me up and moving. I finally did, just before 8AM. I put dry food in one bowl for Gracie and divided up a can of Friskie's for all three. George and Jake did not seem impressed, most of the wet food is still there.
So I put all fo the wet food into one bowl and left it. Jake was sitting by the food, giving me the "bring me another can, waitress" look.
I long ago developed an immunity to the plea for a different flavor of food. If they don't want to eat it, too bad for them.
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What? That's not a "Thanks, Mom! I love you so much!" look?
Two of your cats are George and Gracie?
(and word verification is 'inacat')
*chortle*
Last time I had a cat he was an outdoor cat. He could and did find his own food when the prepared selection was not to his satisfaction. However he always did eat it. Eventually.
Maybe it just needed to stink a certain amount to be eatable?
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