|Purred: Sun Jan 29, '12 8:04am PST |
|This all started, because I used to free feed, and Bump ate like a truck driver, mol, and he was getting too fat, even the judges said so, and my vet confirmed it. She said you have to sched feed him, and she figured out, how much to feed him, twice a day, based on the calorie count, of his food.
I kept putting it off, then I got yelled at, mol, she said you "have" to do it. I said how the heck am I going to do that? She said, put them in their carriers.
It only took Bump about 2 days to figure it out, mol.
I feed them in the same order, and they know what their turn order is, and their carriers are always in the same spot, helps them remember where to go.
They sit and wait their turn, they know, mommy insists on manners, and waiting your turn. I make up their bowl, they run ahead of me, and jump into their carriers. Nobody comes out, until everybody is done.
When I pack for shows, sometimes stuff gets moved around. One kitty, ran to her spot, her carrier was buried behind the show stuff. She said, ma, this is where I am supposed to go. I had to un bury her carrier, thats what she wanted, knew she was supposed to go in there. They associate the carriers, with food, thats why, when I open the cage door, they fly in. Saved the kittens lifes at the hotel, I opened their cage door, they ran from under the bed, into the carrier, thats where the foodies is.
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