Since it's CNY, the boys get canned fish today.
They love canned fish. Go all mad when they hear the 'crak' of the metal lid being pulled open.
U would then see two furry animals running towards me and meowing on top of their voices.
U would then see two furry animals running towards me and meowing on top of their voices.
Poppy would sometimes stand on his back legs to get closer to the sink, especially when i take my own sweet time pouring out their food.Poppy eating. Look at where his front two paws are. Poppy eats like a racoon. He's really a funny funny cat. MeowMeow would be the first to finish his food. Street cat vs pet shop cat. Of course, street cat would gobble up his food faster cos it's basic survival instincts. Pops just eats very slowly like he has all the time in the world. No survival instincts. That and also, his mulut longgar.
However, notice the orange lurker who has finished his food and is eyeing on Poppy's food. Everytime.The orange lurker skulks stealthily. Normally the lurker would come up close to eat the morsels that have spilled onto the floor (due to Poppy's mulut longgar).....Then slowly...
Face goes into the bowl. Not like Poppy cares. No spats, no hiss, no cat fights. This is why MeowMeow can accept Poppy. Cos the small one is quite the bodoh bodoh happy go lucky. Cockeyed optimist.
Sometimes, i would go "NO Meow!!!" and the orange fuzzy would sit down patiently, and look at Poppy eating. Very well trained in that sense. Meowz knows what NO means. I have to do that or else Poppy will never get to eat. All food goes to the fatty bom bom.
And when Poppy decides he has had enough, the orange one would still sit there, staring at the bowl longingly until i nudge him to eat the leftover food.
Well trained leh?
Meowz is 6kg and growing fatter by the day. Poppy's still all fluff.
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