I got up this morning to the most piteous of cries from Bongo. He followed me around everywhere I went and I ignored him at first.
Eventually his cries pierced thru my consciousness and I bent down to comfort him and he was just oh so stressed! So stressed! In what I associate with a mother trying to comfort a screaming child and failing, kind of way!
I was beside myself. I decided to get the next train and spend an extra 20 minutes with Bongo and Bingo and by the time I left 4 work he was still crying and I'm sure he wanted to follow me out the door! This is unusual of Bongo who is usually the more reserved and aloof of the two.
It was on my mind and thru out the day I mentioned it 2 a couple of people and suggestions back & forth were a) get a timed food tray, b) feed them once a day in the morning, c) feed them less, d) don't worry - cats are sick sometimes, and so on.
Neighbours do call me though questioning the fact that they are out and about and sometimes letting me know that they are eating chez them! I don't want to encourage this so I have to make sure there is food out for them at all times. How can I put them on a diet? Bingo is slim and I would suggest the more active of the 2 with a higher metabolism and needs to eat! (I suspect he is the one making friends of the neighbours as he is the ultimate attention seeker). I digress...
I rushed home and was greeted by both cats as I usually am and as if nothing was wrong. My strong reserve ended very quickly when the 3 of us entered the kitchen. I put the kettle on 4 tea and went to change into my walking gear and when they realised that was all that was happening the "screaming" began and it just gets into your very skull until U CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
I relented. The two empty bowls were now filled with Whiskas fish pouches and the reigning quiet that followed as they munched their way through yet another meal was more than welcome
