Sunday Morning Entry

[mousme]

It's Sunday! Today is a day of preparing for the rest of the week. I have to study for my ASL test, make dinners and lunches, and do laundry. Not as much fun as yesterday, but them's the breaks. Can't have fun all the time.

The cats are screaming at me to go feed them. They can see the bottom of their dishes, and that means they're EMPTY, MAMA, AND WE'RE STAAAAAAARVING! Yes, starving. Anyone looking at them can see that they're emaciated and wasting away. Truly.

Okay. Off to make breakfast and feed the ravening hordes.

Comments

Starve Those Kittehs

[ankhorite.livejournal.com]

Aww! Poor Ace's appetite has lost its rhythm and now, he won't eat until we bait him into doing so by starting with hand-feeding or a table treat. Then he gobbles everything in sight and comes to us crying that, like your cats, he is about to expire of sheer inanition and why don't we do something about it?

Thirty minutes later, he's crying from bloat. My poor baby. Wetting the kibble with broth seems to have eased the bloat-pain a bit, because they expand before he snarfs them down.

Sorry. I'm Ace-centric these days.

Re: Starve Those Kittehs

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Totally understandable. Poor old man. The kitties send their regards. (Okay, they don't, really, but I'm sending them for them)