Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for January 29, 2018

LOL – mine have tried that. And then I have to remind them that they have indeed been fed and that I was the one who fed them so I remember. Their facial expressions seem to say, well it was worth a try.

I have a feeling that the Woman will be greeted with pitiful meowing and circling of the food bowls. Tragic expressions will add to the pathos.

Elvis’s expression seems to indicate that “Operation Second Breakfast” will involve some Oscar worthy performances.

Why do I hear Marvin Hamlisch’s “The Entertainer” playing in the background??

But will she fall for it? I think not.

I wonder if they’ll also be able to get elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper!

Haha! Second breakfast! Just like hobbits!

The Toddler still isn’t speaking well enough to rat them out, is he?

Silly boys, she’ll smell the kibble on your kitty breaths!

If you catch her before she has her coffee, this plan has a chance of working! However, once she and the man compare notes it might backfire into, “Go to bed without any supper!”

For this to be believed they will need to wake the Woman up. No starving cat ever let their Person sleep.

Sneaky cats! (Now don’t tell me I demand food even after stealing your picanic baskets. I’ve got a bigger tummy ya know)

Elvis looks so cute when he raises his eyebrows

Georgia, you are so on point with this one! Our 3 do this all the time with their morning and evening treats. I’ll get up early on the weekend to “treat” them so Leo (the town cryer) won’t wake up “the man” and then I fall back to sleep and he does the same later. Sneaky little furballs…

I’m guessing The Man left a note -ALL GOOD BOYS WERE FED

Good orb bumps requested this morning for my Good Girls. Niko, who really hates travel, is making another trip to the vet today because they need to get the urine sample they couldn’t get last week to test for thyroid problems and Lily is going to the vets for a biopsy on a lump between her shoulder blades, Praying that it’s anything other than the vet’s worst fear that it is something called ‘injection site sarcoma’ This vet is not the one who Lily saw when she was a kitten, so no one is sure where her early shots were injected.

My senior kitty lives at my parents house (because my younger kitty is very aggressive towards other cats and would not leave my senior alone). Their dog tries for second breakfast pretty much every day. And my senior loves when the humans “fall for it” because that means more wet food for him too! Georgia, you seriously nailed this!

To bottlescope: I’m behind in reading my comics. This is what you posted on January 18.

“After reading through all these comments could gocomics put an extra button next to the Blue comments button did go back to top of page rather than having to scroll back up”

On Windows computers, press Ctrl and Home keys simultaneously. I’m sure there is something similar for other operating systems.

BWAHAHAHAHA! This is SO true to life. At our house, the good girls know that I will feed them when it is time to feed them. But they also know that our Man can’t stand being nagged and will give in almost instantly.

Good morning and a happy Monday to all BCN orbsters. I’m sending warm and loving orb hugs, bumps and boops to all who need or want them. (Is it possible to boop oneself?)

Advantage of having two cats tgat aren’t food obsessed: they can help themselves to kibble and don’t wake me up to be fed.

Disadvantage: I’m buried under a pile of comatose felines and they’ll grumble and make me feel horribly guilty for disturbing them when I need to get up.

One of the clients i worked with for a time had a male cat that was, shall we say, round.

The lady had 24 hour care, so there were several caregivers there each day.

I suspect that each caregiver was putting food in the bowl when they came on shift and found the poor kitties food bowl empty.

XD

Most caregivers are pet people. You got to be because of the fact that we encounter so many different pets doing this job.

I see that sometime over the weekend BCN passed the 8,000 follower mark. Next up 9,000.

Every one knows that if you can see the bottom of the bowl at all, there are no crunchies in the Entire Universe. Here’s proof (insert Puck’s chart here.)

I love this! Second breakfast often happens in this house when the Man leaves for work and the woman (aka, me, the world’s laziest example of cat staff) doesn’t get up right away and in my coffee deprived stupor work on auto pilot and provide my Wooly Mammoths with the much desired and greatly plotted for Second Breakfast.

My guy has free-choice kibble and twice-a-day portions of canned food, which he LOVES. On occasion, I forget the afternoon portion and my normally-aggressive boy comes to me with a kind of, “Excuse me, and I hate to bother you, but did you forget something?” Just very self-effacing (or sarcastic – I don’t know which), whereas my 100-lb. Golden Retriever always tries to pull the “I-haven’t-been-fed-yet” trick. I have to put a post-it note in his empty bowl to remind me that he HAS been fed!

Common occurrence when members of the family leave at different times of the morning. We’ve long had the habit of saying “Goodbye, and I fed the cats.” Because they WILL insist that no, Dad-person didn’t feed them, Sionyx didn’t feed them, pleeeese, Mom-person, feed us! Changes in family and work schedules have rendered this less common now, I almost miss it.

We had a house rabbit years ago that would con us into “second breakfast”. Since food intake in rabbits has to be carefully monitored, we took to leaving sticky notes. “Don’t let the little con artist fool you, she’s been fed.”

We took to leaving notes on top of our cat’s kibble jar: “The cat has been fed. Accept no lies.”

I put up a small calendar by the food bowl and we put in a checkmark when they are fed.

My mom’s 2 boys, Mac and Morrie, used to get away with this all the time after Mom developed dementia — she couldn’t remember whether she’d fed them or not, so as soon as they mowed at her she’d feed them again! I started coming by once a week to do her grocery shopping for her, and one time I bought her 24 cans of cat food on a Sunday evening — and she called me up that Thursday to say she was out of cat food already!

Once my wife and I moved in with Mom to take care of her, that came to a screeching halt, of course. I simply took over the feedings, and I remembered whether I’d fed them or not, so they got fed twice a day, period. I’m sure they were disappointed…