Long story short: my cat is a pig.
Well, technically not a real pig, but a piggish eater. She is eating so fast and furiously lately that she’s taken to horking it up all over the house. Lovely!
So we’ve gone back to just twice a day feedings, and so far, so good (had the perpetual trough of food out before). Now she’s seriously giving me the ol’ fish eye – I’m kind of getting nervous. She always sits and stares at me all day as I work.
On the other hand, George is lolling in front of the gas fireplace right now; we did have some serious kitty porn there for a second, but it’s over now.