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Related: About this forumSophie Stinky Toes had quite a tale to tell me, this morning
According to her, some time in the middle of the night the Ferals evaded the security camera, broke into the house, stealthily made their way into the laundry room, pried open the bifold closet door and gnawed their way into a bag of her dry food. After gorging themselves, they headed back outside, again avoiding triggering the security camera. In other words, they are Ninja Ferals. I'm skeptical.
riversedge
(70,205 posts)your cat has good tastes.
The vet wants moms cat to eat something more nutritious--she has tried a few but always ends up giving the new foods away to my sister who also has a cat and is not so fussy.
Siwsan
(26,260 posts)Sometimes it works. Oh well. She still has the energy of a kitten so I'm not going to worry. Plus, I've started giving her cooked chicken, which she absolutely loves. And that's a new thing. She's a rescue from the house of an opioid addict so she was lucky to get whatever this woman would dump on the floor, so Sophie was never exposed to, or developed a taste for people food. I could leave a plate full of food on the floor and she wouldn't go hear it.
However, now that's changed and since she got me through over a year of spending 99.99999% of my time in self isolation, she's worth the effort and 'expense'.
multigraincracker
(32,675 posts)She even asks for it by name.
MLAA
(17,288 posts)during the home invasion and robbery. 🙂
getagrip_already
(14,742 posts)They had help from someone with access to the controls.
1 kibble for you, one for me........
MLAA
(17,288 posts)MLAA
(17,288 posts)I just watched Enola Watson (Sherlock Holmes sister) on Netflix, Im sure thats what helped me. It was an entertaining movie.
don't know, it could be possible.
Karadeniz
(22,513 posts)Doesn't involve food. I was fostering a gorgeous black ballerina of a cat, Arabella. She needed an amputation, so I decided to for once follow the vets' advice to replace kitty litter with shredded newspaper following surgery. No paper shredder... took forever to tear up enough. I poured her regular litter into a black bag, secured its top and stored it in her closet... bifold doors. The next morning, I saw her closet doors well ajar. The black bag wasn't neat and tidy, as I'd left it. On top was a puddle of pee. Poor Arabella!!! She could still smell where HER litter was and it wasn't the crud foster mom was trying to foist on her, obviously taking advantage of her new physical limitation! So, refusing an inferior potty, she pried open the door, tried to get past the black bag, failed, gave up and pee'd as close to the right stuff as she could! I immediately gave up being post surgery dust-free and never again put a foster through the humiliation of a shredded newspaper potty!
Arabella was adopted by a woman who ran a drive to feed the homeless and who would take in a homeless person when needed. One man who later sadly committed suicide after leaving the house couldn't relate to anyone except Arabella. When the lady went to the humane society to adopt a cat, a gift from a friend, her only criterion was that under no circumstances would she adopt a cat with any disability... she was busy enough with the homeless. Arabella was so special that objective was thrown out the window as soon as they met!
Thanks for reminding me of the beautiful, sweet angel named Arabella! That was over twenty years ago, but she was too special to ever forget!