The meanest thing you can do to an animal is move his food dish.
I found this out today when I moved Boo’s food dish from the shelves in the living room to the kitchen table. I didn’t want to, but fat-girl Princess was clawing up my books trying to
climb to the shelf and get at Boo’s tasty non-diet food. Boo would just vault over her and sit on the shelf looking down at her smugly.
So I moved the food. I even showed Boo exactly where the food was and put extra food in the bowl to entice him to eat at the table. It shouldn’t be a problem; I keep the diet cat food on the table, and he likes to sneak the diet food, for some reason, so he’s used to eating at the table.
But instead he sits in front of the book case and gazes longingly at his shelf. He jumped up there and smacked a pair of chopsticks off in anger.
Princess is happy. She can get up on the table.
I’m happy. My books are no longer getting shredded.
Poor Boo.
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