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A tense time around the cats' dish this morning.
All three cats were here and crowding the plate, wanting to eat at the same time, for the first time since kittenhood days.
Evidently, the plate isn't big enough for the three of them. Only two will eat at the same time.
Socks was the odd cat out. I watched with some concern, as Socks walked around the other cats, looking braced with his tail sticking straight up and his body stiffeningly arched. Ready to pounce? Or is it possibly fear and cowardice?
It didn't come to violence, not this morning.
Calico got up from the plate, and then Socks came to eat trepidatiously, still uncertain about the Mother Grey. Socks eventually settled down and ate. And it was Calico who now felt obligated to sit aside, following the precedent that only two at a time can crowd the plate.
I had Bo outside, and feeling that the situation looked stable, I went out front to be with Bo. When I returned, we were back to the old normal, with Calico and Socks eating together, and no sight of Mother Grey.
I guess I need to be sure to provide an ample serving of cat food in the morning, in order to preserve the peace, if peace can be preserved.
I suppose one could provide another dish, but that is one precedent I don't want to establish. We feel partial to these cats, but we don't want to open up a general cat sanctuary. This little family is more than enough.
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A tense time around the cats' dish this morning.
All three cats were here and crowding the plate, wanting to eat at the same time, for the first time since kittenhood days.
Evidently, the plate isn't big enough for the three of them. Only two will eat at the same time.
Socks was the odd cat out. I watched with some concern, as Socks walked around the other cats, looking braced with his tail sticking straight up and his body stiffeningly arched. Ready to pounce? Or is it possibly fear and cowardice?
It didn't come to violence, not this morning.
Calico got up from the plate, and then Socks came to eat trepidatiously, still uncertain about the Mother Grey. Socks eventually settled down and ate. And it was Calico who now felt obligated to sit aside, following the precedent that only two at a time can crowd the plate.
I had Bo outside, and feeling that the situation looked stable, I went out front to be with Bo. When I returned, we were back to the old normal, with Calico and Socks eating together, and no sight of Mother Grey.
I guess I need to be sure to provide an ample serving of cat food in the morning, in order to preserve the peace, if peace can be preserved.
I suppose one could provide another dish, but that is one precedent I don't want to establish. We feel partial to these cats, but we don't want to open up a general cat sanctuary. This little family is more than enough.
