Tara ,'First Date'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
He just wants petting and talking to and then he's cool.
That's the weird thing, though -- she doesn't like to be petted. She basically just wants me to go out to the living room. Past that, she doesn't seem to care, just as long as I get out of bed and leave the room.
Our cat seems to like to eat best when we're in the kitchen. He'll sort of herd us in there and *then* eat. Weird.
He also likes to watch when Sara is in the bathtub. Also weird.
Cats = weird, I think.
Emily, do you regularly get up at 6? Cats are very much creatures of habit. So if yours is used to you getting up at 6, she may worry when you sleep in.
I had two cats who weren't interested in any food except dry catfood. Both of them liked to make really loud crunching noises, which I think was the appeal of the dry food.
Mr. Peabody likes Pedigree Little Champions ground dinner and whatever I'm eating, particularly if there are crackers, bread, cheese or chicken involved. He doesn't like any food with big chunks in it. He eats around most vegetables. I'm going to cook him some chicken before he comes home from the vet tomorrow. I'm a sucker.
My sister's old - now deceased - cat would wake her up early (5am or so) to feed her. Of course, she had my sister and mother trained to the point that she'd get her 5am pre-breakfast, her breakfast, a mid-morning snack, an afternoon nosh, and dinner. Somehow, she lived to be about 16 ... and could still walk (as opposed to rolling).
My kitty is a wee beast so I let her eat as much as she wants, usually free access to high end dry food and a can or two of Friskies a day. After getting down to 7 pounds, she's finally back up near a normal cat weight.
I'm not sure why all my babies--human and otherwise--are thin. Okay Franny isn't a big eater, but she ain't a dainty eater either. She eats pads of butter and steals the tiny containers of half and half at restaurants. My son eats 3 servings of mac and cheese for dinner.
I'm back from my 3rd physical therapy appointment, and I would just like to say:
I have no core muscles. NONE.
Also, OW.
That is all.
There is too much money in my bank account this morning. I wish armored would arrive so I can find out if I got a bonus as opposed to it being a clerical error which would suck. Usually they tell us when we're getting a bonus.
Usually I get up around 6:45, 7.
Oh my god I want mac and cheese. THANKS, Burrell.