Showing posts with label Mealtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mealtime. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2022

Mealtime

It's PO'Monday!

Images from Catmas meals for our 'O' Cats,
starring Celestial Paddy O'Malley, Celestial Sammy, and Now-Inside-Only Queen Sweetie the First.
During this incredible frigid weather, we currently have no cats to administer to outside.

But I'll always feel the delight in being with these lovely cats, even when the weather was less than hospitable. 

Tuesday, March 03, 2020

Tabby Tuesday!

Since Da Boyz were featured in yesterday's post, instead of their usual Tuesday/Two-zday slot, The PO'M must of course be shown off today...a real switcheroo!

It's a Tongue-Out Tabby Tuesday!




The PO'M and I enjoyed some winter sunshine together, after he and Sweetie ate their meal.

Guess it was lip-smacking good!

Here's a jigsaw puzzle, made when I used Prisma on another of The PO'M's tongue-out photos.


Sunday, March 29, 2015

Can Elbow

Chuck's waiting...

Angel's waiting...
Cases of canned cat food, waiting...
My right elbow has been aching for months.  It feels like I've bumped the inside against something hard.  But there is no bruise.  At first, I figured it was an injury that I did not remember, or from carrying too much weight on my right hand fingers, when I hook the  gallon water jug and balance full food plates when I feed the 'o' cats.  But week after week, and no relief.  Being right-handed, I'm thinking What the hey?

Enter relative, who says he's having the same problem, and he's nailed his pain down to using a computer mouse for endless hours a day. That's right, folks...Mouse Elbow.  Look it up; I'll wait! Yep, on the internet with Tennis Elbow, lives Mouse Elbow. WELL!  I start monitoring my overuse of my paws at the keyboard.  But no, that's not it.  Maybe it's contributing, but there is something else wrong.  

At this point, most folks go to the doctor, or start eating anti-inflammatory meds.  Nope, not me!  I keep searching for the answer.  I go all Sherlock Holmes on everything, which needless to say has driven the hubby a bit batty.  Every time I pick up a spoon, a pen, reach out to grab a coat on a hanger, I've been puzzling out what makes my elbow hurt.

Drum roll...By George, I think I've got it!  OPENING CANNED CAT FOOD!  Pulling on the ring, yanking hard to pop that lid...yep, that hurts! About a month ago, I switched to pulling the lids off using my left hand. This weekend is the first time I've noticed that my right elbow is a tad less sore.  Now, I'm not out of the woods, and I really should high-tail it to the doc, which is on my to-do list.  I promise I will!  But for now, cans are opened on the left side, even if it takes a millisecond longer to dish out noms for the cats...who, trust me!...can tell that I've added a millisecond onto their meals.  


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Cat Eats


Chuck and Angel, on the pool table

For Chuck and Angel:
Breakfast between 6:30 am and 7:00 am:

A spoonful of organic canned pumpkin
A 1/4 teaspoon of stool softener
A splash of flax seed oil
Careful measure of cat enzymes
Almost a full can of limited ingredient venison and green pea food
Enough filtered water to make it a bit soupy
Divided equally into two bowls
Always put Chucky's bowl down first 
A taste of the 'o' cats food called The Tax (Chuck stops eating until I do this)

Lunch between 12:30 pm and 1 pm: 

1/2 can of limited ingredient duck and green pea food
Divided into two bowls
They always beg for more; most of the time, I give it too 'em

Dinner between 6:00 pm and 7:00 pm (depending on who's still napping and when I get home from work)

Repeat breakfast ritual

Sweetie and Patty O'

For The 'O' Cats:
Breakfast, after Angel and Chuck are served

A big scoop of Brewer's Yeast
Careful measure of L-Lysine crystals
Splash of flax seed oil
Almost a full can of (no fish!), or homemade cooked ground turkey (and sometimes I mix up all the canned leftovers)
A sprinkle of diatomaceous earth to combat fleas and worms
Enough filtered water to make it all mixable
Divided into two bowls, 5/8ths for Patty, 3/8ths for Sweetie (and a spoonful for Chuck)
A garnish of kibble (hidden from Chuck and Angel)

Lunch, after Chuck and Angel:

Leftovers

Dinner:

Repeat breakfast, after Chuck and Angel

Night snack before 9 pm:

A small serving of kibble
Sweetie eats off the deck, while Patty prefers to eat from a bowl

I have to guard the 'O' Cat's food from roaming neighbor Aries, who will run right up and push them off their bowls, and hiss while he's doing it!  I carry a kibble bribe, and feed him his 'treat' in the yard, to draw him away.  If he isn't around for the meal, he'll show up later and lick out their bowls.  No matter what I and the hubby do to get him to scram, he comes back or hides behind a tree until we are gone.  However, he gives great pets and purrs, so we just deal with him.

In the very cold part of the winter, the night snack is eliminated, because the cats won't show up.  Also in the winter, the canned food freezes too quickly, so I just give them kibble.  If the food freezes, Patty will keep licking until he pushes the bowl off the deck.  When Sammy was alive, I stopped feeding kibble entirely, because he could no longer chew it, and I had to heat the canned food to counter the cold.  Today, we emptied the bag of kibble that was purchased this spring, but it's lasted so long because of Sammy.  We bought a new bag this morning, and I had a moment of sad in memory of Sammy.  I went to watch the kittens in the adoption center to counter the sad, until the hubby discovered my location and dragged me away.  He then escorted me to the hardware store, where we purchased more duct insulation to complete the Cat Hotel's ceiling/roof, before it gets really cold.

I feed Angel and Chuck only new food; any leftovers go outside.  We segregate the two sets of food bowls from each other, and from our human bowls too.  We use oblong Pyrex heating bowls for Angel and Chuck; they are ceramic and are low and wide.  The 'O' Cats get flattish old earthenware bowls found at resale shops.  Patty breaks a bowl by pushing them over the deck edge about twice a year.  I use old iced tea spoons to mix their food; the handle length helps me stir the concoctions evenly, and then dole it out proportionately.  Angel and Chuck get the same amount each meal, but I give Patty more because he eats his food so fast, and Sweetie can barely get a full meal before he's nosing in on her bowl...or Aries is mooching around.  Sweetie always backs off first.  

Sweetie at lunch today

Patty today, showing off his widebody in a sun puddle

Friday, April 18, 2014

We Have Magic Cats!

What?  I'm awake, and I was here the whole time!

Feed me now, or else!
Incredible!  I enter the house after a day's work.  Silence.  Other than hubby, there is nothing moving; no sounds.  So I put away my now-empty lunch box, kick off my shoes, and divest myself of the work day's clothes and stuff.

The 'o' cats are ready for their meal in the deck, so I step into the kitchen.  I open the refrigerator, pull out needed supplies, then close the door.  And Voila!  Angel and Chuck have appeared from NOWHERE!!  How do they do that?  They were not there a second ago, but presto-change-o and now they are dancing in the kitchen for a meal.

We must have magic cats!  They can materialize out of thin air!  Amazing!