Never been strict with others' hungers
It's the Bindle's first ever sharing day for first grade and she and her dad are bringing in the cat first thing this morning. Two seconds ago we were all standing in the kitchen eyeing both the cat carriers and being unsure whether or not either of them will be able to contain her. It appears my kitty's gotten very fat and it is all my fault because I feed her too much and Neil was the first to tell me so somewhat vociferously. I realize that this is one of the karmic conundrums perhaps that has haunted my life and challenged my personality. I've never been any good at regulating the hunger that other people and creatures present to me. (And yet have had repeated recurring problems all of my life in over-regulating my own.) N says, "You just feed her whenever she asks for it. What the hell are you thinking? Now she can't even get into her cat carrier!" Yep. Guess so. Sorry.
Alright, Cinnamon cat, it's two small bowls for you from now on. One at breakfast. One at dinner and that's that. How much is a normal amount to give one's cat? Is a half cup of dry food at each serving reasonable? All of my previous cats wouldn't touch the stuff. This is the only kitty I've ever had who snubs canned food and prefers to crunch the dry.
Alright, Cinnamon cat, it's two small bowls for you from now on. One at breakfast. One at dinner and that's that. How much is a normal amount to give one's cat? Is a half cup of dry food at each serving reasonable? All of my previous cats wouldn't touch the stuff. This is the only kitty I've ever had who snubs canned food and prefers to crunch the dry.