My kitty is such a dork.
She gets fed twice a day, apart from the the occasional treat. We had a schedule where it was eatin’ time at 5 am and 5 pm.
Yes, I am almost always up that early—or late depending perspective.
But her hungry, manipulative side gets the better of her and she starts begging to eat an hour before. So at 4 am (I am usually up then too), she’s all in my face, weaving between my legs trying to trip me. Meowing.
“Time to eat!”
Because she’s annoying and I love her, I break down and give in at 4:30 am, and thus her schedule shifts to 4:30 am and 4:30 pm.
Of course the next day she starts bugging me for food an hour before that, like clockwork. At 3:30 pm, there she is in my face, climbing over the notebook I’m writing in or the book I’m reading, all up in my shit.
“Time to eat!”
Next thing you know, I’m feeding her at weird-ass times like 9:15 am and 9:15 pm.
She’s on a sliding scale, a lunar calendar of a cat.
