October 31st 2011 10:08 pm
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I'm young. I'm amused by everything around me. Everything I see has the potential to be a toy. I'm also food obsessed. (I've been on restricted food for about a year and it's on my nerves)
I've found a way to combine these two things! When I want to eat... (which may be only 10 minutes after the last time I ate, or an hour later.) there are a few tactics I try. Cry, meow, be extra affectionate (in the hope of trading "love" for "food.") Try to trip any moving human or at least "herd" them to either where my daily food allotment is kept or where my sad and empty food bowl sits.
If these tactics do not procure me food (and the success rate of these tactics varies wildly) I have now learned that I can knock things off the coffee table. Oh, that tactic gets my family's attention quickly. (it does not however, often get me fed.)
The little cups that Ari gets his oats, groats or other extra protein delivered to him are perfect to start the "knock off" game.
Mama usually has a book (or two) on the coffee table as well and those are fun to either bite first and then push off the table, or just push off the table.
Any papers on the table are fun to send sailing to the floor.
The remotes are a little harder to push off the table, but with sufficient effort can be done (and you can be certain that one really gets Papa's attention.)
There's a pack of small batteries on the table too and those are best knocked off while also being on top of the table. Being on the floor and reaching up to knock the batteries off can result in the batteries hitting you in the head. (A very undesired consequence, that will get you laughed at.)
By evening, Mama has already picked up the things I've knocked off of the table during the daytime and thinks "it's Papa's turn." Papa usually picks up my knockings with a little laugh and a smile. "Who says, I don't have children?" he says or "children must play." He usually doesn't feed me either though, without first consulting the clock.
I bet if I could reach the clock and knock it off the speaker stand, I might have more success.
:)))) and never forget to smile at them and ask "now - do you see that newton was right?"
concats, gabby! carrot and stick is the humans' oldest education trick... it already worked in sabertooth kitties' times, just wait... ;)
Try messing with the stove and oven! That'll get a reaction and bring your parents into the kitchen and closer to getting you FOOD!
I was going to suggest camping out by the empty supper dish--but that doesn't get me anywhere either. Some well-placed claws to the knees and legs generally produces better results. Good luck!
I don't understand why you're on restriction. Anykitty can see that you're not fat, you're just big-boned.
MOL! MOL! I know what you means! I mew and mew and climb on things, love on Mom, sniff tha airs around Mommy and run ta the refrigerator when I wants yum yums! Sometimes it works, but I think I needs ta be more clevers sometimes!