I found a new, fun game to play. To start off with, I lure the cats into the conservatory, swiftly shutting the door behind them. It’s about this point that they realise it was all a mean, mean TRAP and start mewling in their kittenish way, pawing gently at the glass and stretching up towards the keyhole. They realise that the keyhole plays some part in their freedom and think that - in case we hadn’t guessed by the way they sit expectantly at the other side of the glass, looking longingly through the pane and meowing - stretching up towards it will help. And sometimes it does, but not when I’m playing my game.
Next, I get a tin of cat food. It’s especially fun if I’ve already opened a tin and I get to take it straight from the fridge. The fridge is nestled next to the sliding doors leading into the conservatory, so the poor little cats get to watch (heads moving simultaneously) as I tauntingly walk past with food. This food gets put in their bowls before I walk back into the kitchen, binning the tin and shutting the kitchen door slightly… but not fully. Just enough so they can smell their food.
Basically: If the cats can open the door, they can eat. It’s funny cause at one point yesterday, Archie (the fat one) opened the door a little bit and then came to try his original tactic of rubbing up against my legs and tripping me up. He could have so easily opened the door fully if he wanted but, no. I guess this could possibly be expecting too much from my cats… and, yes, most of the times they have eaten because I’ve forgotten all about it and left the room.
It may sound cruel to you but it’s all about give and take. They’re loving the free rule on the house they have at the moment. Just a few minutes ago, they tumbled down the stairs and stalked through the lounge, hiding from each other. It’s more entertaining than the TV that’s babbling away in the kitchen. So a few minutes’ taunting before they get to stuff themselves is only fair.
Goodnight.
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