Chachi, the cat, hates changes. He’s like his mom in that respect. However, I learned just how steadfastly he holds on to his routines and all that he is used to a couple of days ago.
I love Googling and I came across this article on cats and their feeding utensils. I realized I had been doing it all wrong. They suggested a flat plate for food so that it doesn’t hurt their whiskers. I decided to rectify the situation and pronto! Amazon was on speed dial and the plates were on the way. They arrived the next day.
Little Einstein had his eyes trained on me as I opened the packages. He eyed me suspiciously.
HIM: “What are you up to?!!”
ME: “I promise you’re going to like them.”
HIM: “WHAT?!!”
He came closer and sniffed the package. I took one flat silver-coloured plate out and placed it in front of him.
HIM: “What’s this?!!! If you think I’m going to eat from it, you’ve got another thing coming!”
The battle lines were drawn and I didn’t know it at the time but I was on the losing end!
Evening rolled around and I put his food in the new plates and carried it upstairs. Little Macho followed, his pug-nose showing disdain and a walk that spoke volumes but I wasn’t paying attention. I sat the plates down and with a flourish said, “Wow, brand new plates. They look lovely!”
He turned around and with those big eyes spitting fire, well, it would have if he could, but instead he walked to the plates and proceeded to bury them with his paws. Oops, I was in for a fight but what else is new? So, I went back downstairs and filled the other bowl with water and came back upstairs. Cookie Dough was on the ground thumping his tail.
ME: “You’ll get used to it.”
HIM: “That’s what you think! I’m going on a food and water strike starting NOW!”
The next morning, his food and water were untouched and Little Macho looked grumpy as hell. To make matters worse, he hadn’t done his big or his little stuff! It’s the first time this has happened and I was worried. I was on “Poop and Pee Pee” watch. Nothing was happening and the little thing had a smirk on his face!
Two days later and with no results of either kind, I was more than worried. On Day Three, I gave him his water in the old bowl and the little warrior went to town quenching his thirst. Then he turned to me and looked at the food.
HIM: “What about those? BRING ME BACK MY OLD BOWLS!”
ME: “Buddy, I gave in on the water but you’re stuck with the food plates!”
I got this look of disbelief but he decided to reel it in. He walked to the plate and gingerly took a bite. Then a few more bites and when he had had his fill, he pushed the rest of the food on the floor and trounced out of the room!
A few hours later, I heard him in his toilet. It was like waiting for manna to fall from heaven! When I heard the familiar sounds, I let out a sigh of relief. It was a done deal. I didn’t win the battle but I got a compromise and believe me, you take what you can get where the little guy is concerned and be happy with it.
HIM: “The next time you get one of your bright ideas, check with me first!”
Spoiled? Absolutely.
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