For the Monsters’ breakfast this morning, Ginger did something strange.
He went into the big cage to wait.
He normally doesn’t do this at all. A few months ago, Ginger had regular episodes of skipping meals by staying on the high platforms. But after going on the inhaler for his lungs, his appetite became regular again and he never skipped a meal. Then, the vet advised me to switch Ginger over to cooked food, which I did and it worked out well. Now, Ginger has cooked food as his staple diet and he alternates between home-cooked food (yes, I cooked!) and Fur/Ball, which has four flavours for me to rotate with.
But this morning, he went into the big cage. I didn’t know why, so I offered him his bowl there. He ate.
Then, I fed the rest of the Monsters sans Smurfy (where did he go?) at their regular spot.
Then I looked for Smurfy. It is normal for Smurfy not to turn up. Where is he?
That’s when I saw Ginger stepping out of the big cage and Smurfy was in the cage, eating Ginger’s food!
I see, I see. Ginger wanted me to feed him in the big cage so that he could give up his bowl for Smurfy.
What a kind gesture that was! Smurfy has either become very choosy these days or he has some eating issues, he wants different kinds of food and it’s not easy for me to figure out what he wants and when he wants what. So Smurfy wants cooked food today, okay, sure.
It was only after Smurfy had eaten that Ginger ate the remaining food. It’s enough for two cats there, because someone Lynx likes Ginger’s cooked food too. I always put more in Ginger’s bowl.
That’s Smurfy.
I’ve noticed another thing with the Monsters now. Previously, I always mixed Coco&Joe’s with Cubgrub so that they get the best of both worlds with each meal, but now, they don’t like the mixing anymore. It’s either Coco&Joe’s or Cubgrub, only one type. No mixing. And last time, I also mixed in cut-up breast meat. Now, no. They want it as a separate post-breakfast snack. Okay, sure.
Here’s Smurfy eating the post-breakfast snack of cut-up beef and chicken. He sapu habis.
Cats food preferences change with time. We just have to be discerning to it.
A kindy poem comes to mind: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold; Peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it in the pot nine days old!
Peas was spelled “pease” when I was in kindy and I never knew what it was! It’s an archaic term for “peas”. I even thought it was “please” mispelled, which made no sense. Haha…